"What the hell do they know. Maybe deserved it."

Emma was walking down the hallway in the lower part of the house. She was still carrying her clients pistol when something pulled her through one of the doors.

"AH! Fuck!"

The scream she produced seemed to be so loud that it echoed upstairs.

"AH! FUCK!"

Sebastian turn to Ciel.

"Master? Should we?"

Ciel gave a defeated look, "I somehow figured she'd find something again. Go find her before she gets herself killed. That's an order."

Sebastian gave Ciel a closed-eyed smile.

"Yes, My lord."

"Holy shit! Amy! Get off! You ordered a gun from me you crazy old hag!" Emma shouted.

"Get out! Get out! GET OUT! He's dead and there's nothing nobody can do about it!

Emma rolled over and threw her off. Now that she was standing up she got a good look at Amy. Her blonde hair was out of its bun and hanging down her back in a tangled mess. Her large, doe-like brown eyes sported a confused crazy look as she looked at Emma. The dress she was wearing looked like it had seen better days. Amy herself was only thirty, but she was looking about in her forties with her sagging skin around the eyes.

In Emma's opinion, the noble woman looked a sad sight.

"Amy, please calm down. Look, there's already two people here from the yard and they know what you did. They're not here to talk to you. At least I'm pretty sure they're not. You need to leave town. I'll even give you the gun. I think I understand why you did it. Cheating husband? Deserved it possibly. No reason to kill him, but no reason to kill you either. So here." Emma toshed her the case.

Amy picked it up while opening it and taking the gun. She was shaking with tears in her eyes.

"Emma, you know I knew you were a nice girl when I met you. And I didn't want to kill Charles. But I was in love in him when I first met him at that stupid ball our parents made us attend. He was so handsome. I mean I saw him looking at other girls. He barely glanced at me. I was so plain back then. Kinda am now. But I thought if I asked my parents to do an arrange marriage he would begin to love me. I thought if I was kind and sweet and honest. I was genuinely me, he would love me. But he never did. I, with all that I was and ever would be, was never enough. And I still loved him, but I began to hate him to. And so I thought if I can't have what I've always wanted and be happy and he's gonna make me as miserable as hell, then I guess he's got to go. So I made the girl he really like do it and I found someone I like and forced them to like me back. But I still wasn't happy. And I missed Charles. I missed and seeing him and thinking about what a happy life could have been. And Emma, I'm so unhappy." Tears were pouring down her face, "But know that you know, you have to go to. And this unhappy cycle keeps going on."

"Actually it won't."

Sebastian came from behind the door.

"Unfortunately for you Dutchess Redhouse this is where you unhappy tale ends."He told her.

He came closer and silverware started coming out of his sleeves. Emma stepped in front of him.

"Wait! She doesn't really have to die does she? I mean, can't you guys just turn her into the yard?" Emma begged him.

He looked at her. Not with really any sort of look. Just looking at her. What a strange person she was.

" I'm afraid not. I've got orders from my master. Now please step aside ."

He step beside her with his silverware at ready.

Emma put her head in her hand, "I swear you have a stick up your ass just like your master."

Sebastian looked over at her and raised his eyebrow. He's rarely heard that one. Before though either of them made a move Amy Redhouse made hers.

"If you guys think I'm getting killed by either of you you have another thing coming!"

And with that she aimed the gun at Sebastian and pulled the trigger.

The bullet would have hit him. He was intending on it going straight into his chest.

He sure did love messing with humans.

Oh he had it all planned out. He was going to let the crazy noble fire a few shots into him.

Then pop right back up and kill her and surprise their new black/lock/weaponsmith.

However, humans sometimes did throw him for a surprise or two every other century or so.

Like how the tiny human woman with short honey blonde hair and green eyes who threw herself in front of him to take the bullet in the back. He could see her vivid green eyes widen a fraction of a second. See her body shake. Then she smiled and he had to wonder, did his eyes widen like hers?

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Author's Footnotes

Hi!

How are you guys liking the story? Sorry for first time readers who are seeing all my grammar mistakes! One day I shall fix them. One a side note my hair is red. :)

-Love, Solomon