Light was pouring into my eyes, and I turned to the opposite direction, finding a warm hard spot. I snuggled into it, and almost sighed in bliss when it enveloped most of my body.
But then I realized something.
When the hell did I have a warm hard spot on my bed?!
"GAH! What the hell are you doing here, Master?!" I fell onto the carpeted ground, and stared at Sebastian, bewildered. When did he get in?
"I was simply watching over my pet. Is that so wrong?" He peered over the edge, with a seemingly innocent look on his face. But those eyes, those damned eyes betrayed him.
"It is if your 'pet' is a fourteen year old girl! Where are my rights?! I was born in America! We have amendments! I have rights!" I scrambled up to my feet and realized that I was still in the clothes I had worn last night. Gross.
"Where you were born holds no importance to me, your master," Sebastian sat upright on my bed, feet touching the ground. I glared.
"You wouldn't even be my 'master' if that other guy could've handled a rejection! But noooo, he just had to make a contract with you. And why did you even accept such a frivolous request?! I thought you had a good taste for souls!" I ranted as I walked to my closet, angrily picking up clothes and slamming them back into place if I didn't want it.
"You do realize that you don't have to carry the curse, right?" His voice echoed in my mind, not holding any value, "All you have to do is bear three children. Then I'll bother her instead."
It didn't require any thought to make my decision about that. The answer is a big fat 'no'. I wouldn't wish this on anyone, not on my own child. I'd rather carry the burden myself.
But that didn't mean I would like doing it.
"Like hell I'd ever do that," I entered the bathroom and locked the door, but I knew it wouldn't do much if Sebastian really wanted to come inside. I counted to ten in my head, but he didn't make any movement, he just stayed on my bed.
After taking a super quick shower and brushing my teeth, my hair dripped water on the carpet as I walked back to my closet to actually pick out an outfit. I could feel the stupid demon butler's eyes on me as I passed by him in a towel, but he didn't say anything. Strange.
Quickly changing into black ripped jeans and a Black Veil Brides muscle tee that showed off the sides of my black bra, I left my towel on a nearby chair and pulled on my loyal boots. Looking at my reflection on the vanity, I fixed my still wet hair to cover my freaky eye. Glancing at the demon, our eyes met for an awkward second before I escaped out into the hallway.
Running towards the living room, I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Noah and Ciel playing chess. Other beings! YES!
Fidgeting with the stupid collar, I watched the game after pulling up a chair. Looking at the pieces on the board and the amount put to the side, I noticed that the pompous bastard had a heaping pile of Noah's pawns. And Noah was empty handed. I chuckled into a fist, trying to not break their concentration.
"Oi, what's so funny, Yankee?" Noah sounded happy for a distraction to his downward spiral of doom in chess.
I just shook my head and watched the game, how Ciel had a smirk that seemed to be ever present and how Noah looked like he was going to bust a vein from thinking too hard. Just before Ciel was going in for the kill, I felt Sebastian's presence get closer to us. And he felt really mad.
I was contemplating whether or not I had a chance of escape when I heard the footsteps cease a couple feet behind me. I stiffened, not knowing if Sebastian was going to do something in front of these two. Hopefully not.
"Checkmate."
Noah groaned, and accepted defeat. Slumping in his chair, he stared at the demon behind me and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"Just a misbehaving pet is all," Came the reply, and I rolled my eyes. If he was talking about my choice of clothing, maybe he should get with the times and realize that girls showing parts if their underwear is perfectly normal. He should be happy that I'm not walking around half naked like most people of my generation.
"Oh...um…" Not knowing what else to say, he turned his attention back to the board game.
"Willing to play another game?" The pompous bastard leaned forward, chin resting on folded hands with an evil glint in his midnight blue eyes.
"How about you Artemis? Wanna try going against Ciel?" The blond practically begged, but I shook my head quickly. I have no idea how to play, and the only reason why I knew Ciel was winning was because of Noah's lack of white pieces.
"Why not?" Feeling two pairs of eyes on me, I tried thinking of a way to tell them about my inability to play without using telepathy. I was afraid that if Sebastian found out I could 'talk' without actually 'talking', he'd order me to stop that as well.
"Please do excuse her, she isn't able to speak to anyone at the moment," Sebastian butted in, placing a hand on his chest and bowing slightly. Ciel arched a perfect eyebrow, and glanced at me. I blushed a bit, and glared at the chessboard, hoping it would catch fire or something. But unfortunately that's the one power I don't have.
"And why's that?" Ciel leaned back, his arms resting on the chair. I realized that he still wore the blue diamond ring on his thumb.
"Just a suitable punishment is all, young lord," Sebastian smiled and I wanted to smack it on the other side of his head.
"Well, she better be able to speak for the case about vampires. We can't have a student who can't talk," Ciel responded, sounding authoritative.
And for once I was grateful for the pompous bastard.
Also known as Ciel if you didn't know.
"Of course, my lord."
I fist pumped in my mind, running around triumphantly as a crowd roared around my consciousness. Confetti and streamers flew in the air, and I just yelled out 'Yes!' as the crowd carried me away into my imaginary sunset. 'Cause this is all in my mind, ya know.
"Would you like some tea, Mr. Jayy?" Sebastian asked as he recovered from the indirect order from his master.
"Yes, thank you," The blond received his cup and relaxed after taking a sip. I wondered why the English drank so much damn tea, like there are other beverages to drink. Sebastian offered me a cup, but I shook my head.
I hate tea.
"Have you read up on the Moon classes that you'll be taking in two days?" Ciel turned his attention to me once again, blue eye meeting brown.
I nodded, and as I opened my mouth to speak I found that I actually could. Yay! "Should I keep a closer eye on the pure blooded vampires? They seem to be very important in the supernatural society, especially in the way it's set up," I poked my finger in one of the holes in my shirt, "And if they're important, they'll be targets."
"I was thinking the same thing," Ciel agreed, "So far only lesser vampires have been attacked, but I suspect that that's the case because the pure bloods are heavily guarded at all times."
"Mmm," I tapped a finger on my chin, "Wait a minute. Isn't there only one pure blooded vampire at the academy? I totally forgot about that."
"That'll make our job easier then," Ciel responded.
"But why is there only one pure blood?" I asked, actually curious.
"Pure blooded vampires are not only like royalty, but are very rare," Ciel explained, sounding bored again, "It shows their amount of power, whatever little it is. There are more schools like this academy, but I do believe that this particular vampire is a descendant of the original. He's the it vampire."
"Do vampires hold a lot of power in the underworld?"
After I said the question aloud, Sebastian choked back a laugh by covering his mouth with his hand. I arched an eyebrow at him, but didn't say anything. When did he stand across from me, anyways? And when did Noah leave?
"No, not really. Vampires aren't very powerful since they only consume blood and not souls, so beings like me and Sebastian look down upon them a lot. Even the pure bloods wouldn't stand a chance against a young demon like me," The pompous bastard sounded arrogant, and I wondered if that was really true.
"So...you eat souls?" I twiddled my thumbs, knowing he wouldn't answer.
"Of course I do, what else would I eat?" He replied matter-of-factly, like it was a stupid question to begin with. I blanked out, surprised Ciel answered at all.
"Er, um, I don't know. It's just that, um, you've never really talked about it and-and-" I stuttered on, flustered by the glint in his blue eyes. I knew a blush was coming on, but I couldn't look away from his lone eye that seemed to glow in amusement that just made me even more uncomfortable. And when he smirked it just killed me.
"Do you really want me to talk about eating another person's soul?"
"I- I- Am I supposed to answer?" I really wanted to run out screaming, confused and scared by the fast pounding in my chest that was suspiciously coming from the same place my heart is.
Suddenly I was pulled out of my chair, and slung over a shoulder. Stiff steps moved from under me, and I was brought outside of the living room. I tried to lift up my face to see where I was going, but I was dumped unceremoniously onto the foot of the stairs before I could.
"Ow ow ow ow," I rubbed my butt, trying to soothe the pain, "What was that for?"
Sparkles floated down to the ground, and my eyes widened. The pounding in my chest went into overdrive, and this time I knew why: fear.
"What was what for?" An absolutely malicious voice came down, and I flinched, "Are you asking about my course of action, or yours?"
"Obviously yours because I didn't do anything wrong," I glared up at him as I stood up, ignoring the trepidation running throughout my body.
Sebastian's red eyes glowed like the fires from hell, not appreciating my back talk. Before I could figure out what he was doing, a hand wrapped around my throat, and he squeezed. I gasped for air, clawing at him to try and loosen the vice-like grip. My feet dangled uselessly, combat boots not even grazing the ground. I attempted to stare into his eyes to try and beg for air, but I saw nothing of the sarcastic and cat-loving demon. All that was left was a possessive monster looking to hurt me.
And quite possibly kill me.
My throat began burning, and I knew I wasn't going to last long. The only choice I had left was to get into his mind, and make him let me go.
Before I could even touch what was left of his consciousness, a voice broke through my choked gasps and Sebastian's growls.
"Sebastian! Let her go, that's an order."
Aaaand I was dropped to the floor again. Unceremoniously, I might add.
Coughing and taking in big gulps of much needed air, I glared up at the crow demon, who was now directing his dark aura to Ciel. The younger demon looked unfazed, bored, and yet somewhat entertained.
"I have an idea as to why you're upset, but that does not justify your actions, Sebastian. You are still a butler of the Phantomhive household, and I expect you to act like one. You may be Artemis' master, but I am yours. Do not forget that," And with a swoosh I was back on my feet in the dining room with Ciel, head spinning from the sudden movement and lack of oxygen. I leaned against the table, and stared at Ciel, surprised and confused that he decided to help me.
"Erm, thanks," I stared at the ground, waiting for the patterns on the carpet to stop moving around.
"It was rather interesting to see Sebastian in such a state…" Ciel mumbled.
"YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE?!" I screamed, disbelief clouding my voice. This-this-this-
"Of course I did," The British accent just added to the condescending tone Ciel was using, "I didn't expect you to react so perfectly, though."
This- "BASTARD!" I exploded, "YOU POMPOUS BASTARD! I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE!"
"You weren't going to die," Cue eye-rolling, "Sebastian wouldn't risk killing a pet like you. You're invaluable to him."
Smack.
My hand stung, but Ciel's surprised expression was more than satisfying. A scowl was on my face, and it was scary enough to make serial killers scream like little girls.
I know from experience. Don't ask why.
"Do not, don't ever refer to me as being that thing's pet," I growled out, feeling my fangs grow out, "Do it again, and I'll do something worse than just hit you."
Before the blunette could reply, a dark ball of energy bounced in and tackled me to the ground. The fall got me back in check, and I stared into Shanna's large eyes, waiting for an answer as to why I was on the floor again.
"Your uniform," She screeched, barely keeping back a scream, "It's so cute! Like, oh my god, why can't I be you? Plus the skirt's kinda short so you'll be able to show off your amazing legs but the blazer might be too small around the chest area because you have the biggest pair of boo-"
"OKAY. Change of subject," I interrupted before Shanna could continue, "My uniform came in? Great, I'll go try it on now."
"YAY LET'S GO!" I was carried back into my bedroom, and I was getting some serious motion sickness. I flopped on the bed, and looked at the new pile of clothing that I'd be wearing for the next mission. And surprisingly, it wasn't the preppy school girl gear I've seen in the movies. A dark blazer with white seams complimented the plain blouse underneath, and the pleated skirt was pretty short, but the stockings went high enough to cover most of my legs.
All in all I felt like an anime school girl.
"Oooohhh, girl, you look hot!" Shanna stared at me, specifically at my chest, "But if any of those vampires or whatever try to touch you, I'm gonna kill them."
"Yeah, yeah," I rolled my eyes, knowing what she said was true but still took it lightly, "I just wish I was able to wear boots and not these," I gestured to the black leather loafers, and gave them a disgusted look.
As if they had feelings.
A/N: What if shoes did have feelings?
I loved writing the part about Artemis and Ciel, maybe it should be CielXArtemis instead?
Ha. HA. Lol as if Sebastian would EVER let that happen.
And did you guys really think Bassy was going to kill her?
I mean, he was close to doing it. But he didn't! But he was close…