So I am giving out a spaghetti throwing space chimpanzee to PhantomGirl17!
This story has like seven chapters left, my avid readers. So From now on I will procrastinate longer! Oh. Wait. Thats a bad thing isn't it. Fudge. Well i will drag things out a bit. Umm sorry for the blood and gore here, I do believe I promised comic relief.
Chapter 10! Yay!
Sebastian Michaelis was a very jealous butler. Now normally he would find it irrational to feel such a way, but that stupid maid was making things difficult. The raven haired man conducted his duties to the utmost perfection, he obeyed his masters every will, he thoroughly completed every task. And it was all going to waste. He was losing him. Sebastian was losing Ciel Phantomhive. How? Why was this happening? The demon seethed on the inside, a volcano under the ground ready to erupt at any moment. And the little brat wasn't helping either. He put the demon to work, real work, Sebastian was cleaning and cooking and running around the manor all day, while the maid served his master his tea and pastries.
Carmela was worried for her safety, and for that of Ciel. She worried about Meyrin and Bard and Finny and Tanaka. Her closest friends. She was worried about killing Alois Trancy, no, she couldn't call him that. He was Jim Macken. Was, is, and always would be. Carmala was concerned about how she was going to carry out an assassination and still protect those she loved. She didn't trust the Macken butler, or the three plum headed demons. The violet haired woman didn't bother her as much, but she wasn't eliminated as a threat.
After she served Ciel's tea Carmela went downstairs to the kitchen. She passed Sebastian, who was furiously dusting a mantelpiece, and Tanaka, who was sitting quietly in an office. Throwing her hands over her face, Carmela sighed and sipped some tea.
"What's wrong dearie?" Meyrin asked from the cupboard she was arranging.
"I'm just tired that's all." The shapeshifter brushed some curly hairs out of her face. "This life is a lot different than living on the streets. Better, but different."
"Well if it wasn't for Mr. Sebastian I would still be a sniper, it seems the young master has a taste for servants who had a hard past." Meyrin stepped backwards, setting her dust-covered glasses on the countertop. Carmela stared at the other girls strange gold eyes and yawned.
"Well I am heading off to bed now." Carmela stood up and slowly walked out of the kitchen. A sniper. Why? What is going on? I am so confused. She passed Sebastian again on the way to her room, this time carrying an inhuman amount of linen. It must have been okay for him, being a demon and all.
Shutting the wooden door behind her, Carmela undressed and pulled down the sheets. On her bedside table was a note, sitting neatly with a beautifully calligraphed signature. And under her blankets was another note obviously meant to be a secret. Carmela searched the whole room before sitting down to read. As she scanned the words on each page her eyes widened and her fingers itched. Thin claws were trying to form under her fingers but she wouldn't let them. Each second that passed in the room was more and more intense. She practically wet herself when the door opened and Sebastian peered into her room. The demon seemed unfazed by her lack of proper clothing, but she didn't care either. He had seen her naked before, and she wasn't a shy woman. Not to mention Sebastian was an attractive man/demon, so the only thing really bothering Carmela about her situation was the privacy invasion.
"Can I help you?" Carmela asked politely, covering her bare legs with a sheet.
"Yes, I was wondering if you would answer a question." The butlers face was a monochrome mask of indifference, but his eyes seemed to betray a slight curiosity that sent shivers down Carmelas spine.
"Ask away." Carmela began folding up the half read letter left to her.
"What are you?" The butter knife was imperceptible to the human eye, but neither of the people in the room were actual people. Carmela barely moved to avoid the projectile, but Sebastian was ready. A fork was directed to her stomach. The cat-woman fell backwards onto the thin mattress. For a moment sebastian thought he had hit her, and Carmela thought she had moved fast enough. But it seemed both were wrong. In between Carmelas thighs, piercing her nightgown and holding her to the bed, was the fork.
Ummm...sorry about all that. I don't know why I continually apologize. But still if you don't enjoy this then just don't read it. Also nothing sexual is going to happen in this story. I am simply screwing with sebastian right now. Next its Alois, and then Ciel. And after that I think its Lizzie or Lau.~KG02