So, promised i would update before the weekend, so here it is. A nice lovely full 18 pages. yay! (and this is only part one)

I actually have a couple more pages to this, but i'm splitting this chapter into two, so that'll be saved for next time (i cant promise a super speedy update for chapter 26, but 27 will be up fairly fast, so apologies?)

This is also possibly the most awkward thing i have ever written.
Even if i have written a lemon for Sarah-Rose Richie Hellsing.

I also am greatly displeased with this chapter.

Dont get me wrong, i love this first part (especially the story-i wrote it, yay! I plan to make a manga oneshot)
However, i cant stand how big a perverted douche i made Sebastian. Granted, there is a point and we learn something from it all, but i still dont like it.

Please note, the awkward words are hair and humping (lol, no, not a lemon-very little lime, but that's it.)

Eh, go read. Tell me what you hated about it.

"A beautiful angel once resided in heaven—both angels and humans alike pined after her; much to their dismay, she would always decline any courtships. One day, a demon happened into her presence; most angels would flee if such a creature appeared. However, he did not make any move to harm her; rather, just watch her go about. Time drug on; but each day, he would come and watch her from a far, ever so slowly coming closer. Finally, he approached her; it was much to his surprise that fear held no place in her eyes; joy was all that was reflected in her beautiful blue orbs. The demon spoke of his utter discontentment due to their differentiating species— an angel and demon, foes since before time— and yet the angel only smiled. She told him it was in her nature to be kind to any manner of creatures;

And thus, it was with these words that he began to court her.

The demon was able to convince her to keep their relationship a secret; it may be true that she herself would not be biased against his race, the rest of the angels surely would. It hurt her to do so, but she agreed, and never spoke a word of her courtship to a soul.

The angel loved the demon; she knew she could not hate him because of his species. The day came, where in the highest parts of heaven, him far from his home, she decided to speak such thoughts. As she spoke her heartfelt words, something twisted onto the demon's face; tender compassion no longer held a place in his expressions; though nothing changed, a true demon had replaced her love.

"A demon," His voice was cold with bitter amusement. "Feeds off an angels heart."

Her pure, untainted wings began turning various shades of grey, slowly becoming a horrible color, looking as if they were coated in soot that could not be washed out. One by one, feathers fell, plucked out by the light wind that blew, the black contrasting harshly with the ivory colored clouds.

And she fell.

However, she did not hate him; and without this hate, hell would not open.

Even if all of his words had been false, her love was real. The demon, after taking her heart, realized this. As she fell, she whispered her last words to her love.

"I love you." Those three, almost inaudible words tore at the demon. His wings, dark and bat like, began to deteriorate; the guilt he felt for his actions as he recognized his own stirrings of love closed off hell to him as well, and he fell.

Together, they floated in Limbo, unaware of the others presence; destined never to meet again."

As my father shut the book, I pouted. "That wasn't a very happy ending."

He looked at me, a small smile on his face as he lifted his hand, setting it on my head to ruffle my hair. "But it was something sweet, which was what you asked for."

I glanced away, my small eight year old arms crossed. "I meant something like The Little Mermaid or Beauty and the Beast."

Dad raised an eyebrow. "Tabby, may I tell you something?" I nodded. "In the original stories, the little mermaid dies because the prince loved another and the beast dies because he thought Belle didn't love him."

I felt pretty sure my face reflected the absolutely horror from what he just said.

"Daddy!" Jumping up, I grabbed my pillow and began hitting him with it. "Don't say that on my birthday!"

He laughed, getting me to settle down so I would snuggle under my covers. As I finally did, he placed a small kiss on my forehead. "Good night, sweetie."

"Night Daddy."

Making sure to wait five minutes after he turned off the lights and closed the door, I jumped up, my small feet pitter patting against my carpet as I pulled out a small notebook.

"Note to self..." I furrowed my small eyebrows as I tried to keep my writing neat. "...don't fall in love with a demon...it'll eat your heart." Leaning back to observe my writing, I nodded before stuffing the notebook in my drawer, crawling back to my bed, muttering about how angels were stupid.

A little while later, I opened my eyes to a small sound. Sitting up, I glanced around the room, almost missing the small detail of my drawer being open slightly.

Cautiously sneaking out of my bed, I opened my drawer and took out my notebook, flipping to the page where I'd written about the demons. Underneath, in a pretty script, were a few lines.

Demons eat souls, not hearts.
And yes, angels are stupid.

P.s. It's alright to fall in love with a demon.

The sound of my curtains moving caused me to jump, and I caught sight of a beautiful girl with glowing pink eyes jumping out my window, flashing me a smile. Gasping, I ran for the window, catching a glimpse of her hair.

I stood by the window until my mom came in to wake me, asking me why I had my window open.

"Momma! Can I have turquoise in my hair?"

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My eyes snapped open as Sebastian opened my curtains, the sunlight hitting my dilated eyes. Delving under my covers, I hissed at the barbaric torture.

"Come on!" He so wasn't being fair. "Let me sleep in today at least?"

"Whatever for, Miss Constance?"

I rolled my eyes, firmly tucking my blanket around me. "Oh, come off. It's my-"

"Birthday, I am well aware, my mistress."

Furrowing my eyebrows, I frowned. "You haven't called me that in a while; why all of the sudden?" My frown deepened. "And how'd you know it was my birthday?"

Hearing the sound of metal scrapping against metal, I heard Sebastian sigh. "I have closed the curtains, my mistress."

Happily, I poked my head back out; it had started to get stuffy. "Hey, you didn't answer either of my questions."

"I am aware today is your birthday because I knew you in a past life; as such, October 28th was her birthday as well."

Well, I suppose it made sense. After all, all my incarnations were born October 28th. "And the mistress bit?"

His eyes flashed and his smile looked something akin to pedobear. "It is quite enjoyable to mess with you." I flushed in annoyance and embarrassment, earning a chuckle from the demon. "You tend to turn the most lovely shade of red when I do."

Blushing further, I pulled my blanket over me in horror. "No wonder you always try to make me blush."

"Miss Constance, I do not try anything, I always accomplish."

"Yeah well, fuck you to. Now, let me sleep."

For a moment, there was no answer, and I smiled. Seemed like he wouldn't be a complete ass toda-

"I'm afraid I can't allow that."

Damnit.

"Damnit."

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Ciel and I sat at in the parlor, the boy more than content to sip his tea and read the paper. Setting my head against my hand, I began to contemplate my dream.

No, it wasn't a dream, it was a memory. One I had forgotten about. That girl jumping out of my window was the reason I started dying my hair turquoise when I was fourteen, when my mother finally allowed it.

Slowly, my eyes slid shut.

The girl jumping out the window was me.

Boy, time was really messed up. But-I decided-at least I hadn't realized it was me. That might have really screwed things up.

I also started to think about my notebook. I had no idea what to make about the angels comment, but it was obvious I knew about demons when I wrote that; demon's eat souls, not hearts. I snickered at the idea of Sebastian eating hearts.

And then that left my p.s. I left: it's alright to fall in love with a demon.

I glanced up at Sebastian while he took my cup which I hadn't even touched. This was the only demon I knew; and the only one I'd probably ever admit any kind of feelings for, if my visions were anything to go by. It was obvious that he would turn me into a demon and we would be mates; by demonic standards at least.

"Miss Constance, you barely touched your tea."

Blinking and coming back down to the world of the living, I looked at Sebastian. "What? Oh, I just wasn't thirsty." I glanced down. "Sorry."

The demon said no more, and Ciel eventually left for his study, and I found Sebastian occupying the Earl's seat, a rare display of putting aside his duties.

"Something is plaguing your mind?"

I shrugged. "It's nothing bad really, I'm just wrapping my head around it."

This didn't seem to appease him. "Perhaps if you tell me I can be of some help."

After a moment of deliberation, I finally decided it wouldn't hurt. "For my eighth birthday, I asked my father to tell me a sweet bedtime story. The story he told was about an angel that fell in love with a demon, and the demon ate her heart. She fell to earth, but because she didn't hate him, hell didn't allow her entrance, and she died. The demon, having seen this, felt guilty that he had killed the woman he had begun to love as well, and he too fell to earth, dying because hell refused to open for him again."

It was quiet for a moment before Sebastian made a comment. "Disregarding the lack of fact to that, it was not a very sweet story."

I snorted. "Yeah, that's what I told my dad. But..." Tilting my head, I sighed. "That's not what I'm having trouble with."

"I had already figured as much, Miss Constance."

Glaring slightly, I looked away. "I wrote in a journal of mine that I should never fall in love with a demon because they ate hearts, and while going to sleep I muttered about how angels were stupid-"

"They are."

I raised an eyebrow at Sebastian's subtle show of distaste at the creatures. "And later that night, I woke up to a small noise, finding my journal had been written in. It'd said that demons ate souls, not hearts, and that angels are stupid." I decided to keep the last bit about it being alright to love demons to myself. After all, he didn't need to know that yet.

"So you believe either a future you or myself entered your room to write that, correct?"

Granting a small smile, I shook my head. "No, that's not it. What I can't wrap my head around is that it was me who snuck into my room to write it."

Even Sebastian appeared interested. "How do you know this?"

"I saw it." I thought about that for a second as a black eyebrow raised on his face; he was highly amused. "Rather, I saw me. I was jumping out of my window. It was actually seeing that girl with turquoise hair that I decided I wanted to color my hair that color."

Sebastian stayed silent while he thought on this. "And if you do not go and visit your younger self, you will have possibly created a paradox which could kill you."

I raised an eyebrow at how straight face he'd said that. "Uh, sure. I didn't think it was that big a deal but..."

"It was because of your turquoise colored hair that I was able to spot you in the Thames." Sebastian explained, and my eyes widened slightly.

"And if I didn't have my colored hair, then you guys wouldn't have saved me, thus meaning I die and it would forever be repeating in a cycle; no colorful hair, No saving me."

"Exactly."

I sighed, once again leaning on my hand. "Well, this is a depressing conversation to have on my birthday." I looked at Sebastian who still sat in Ciel's chair. "You know the servants will have a fit if they see you sitting there. They'll probably think it's part of a secret courtship or something."

He smirked, apparently find much amusement in the idea. "But it is, isn't it?"

"Well yeah, but they don't know that." Sighing, I closed my eyes. "They already think I've slept with you or something."

"Indeed they do. I have yet to punish them for that insulting-"

"Oh, come off." he blinked at me as I interrupted him. "It's not that insulting; it's just embarrassing because to them, I'm experienced since we apparently had tryst."

Sebastian gave me a look that I could only guess was his deadpan as he crossed his legs. "I was referring to the time they believed I was raping you."

I sweat dropped at the awkwardness of the memory. "Ah, yeah, that was insulting."

After a moment, Sebastian sighed, standing up. I looked on in slight confusion as he began to clear the table, appearing to have ended the conversation.

Not even a minute later, Maylene burst through the doors, wet linen's in her basket as she tried to find a way outside. "Good morning Miss Tabby! Good morning Mister Sebastian!" And then she disappeared

Blinking, I tried to comprehend the speed of which she was going. "Has Maylene gotten better at her job?"

Even the demon was still staring at the door the maid had gone through. "It would seem so."

As he cleaned, I stood up. "I'm going outside before hell freezes over if anyone needs me."

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The Phantomhive Estate had plenty of large trees, and while looking up the length of one in particular, I found an urge hit me. And why not? My birthday was the perfect day to start climbing trees again.

Stripping the dress, I let it fall to the ground before pulling the strings of my corset, removing that from my person as well. I was thankful for my tank top and bloomers as I began to hoist myself up the branches, one step at a time.

I hadn't climbed a tree since I was twelve, none seeming good enough with my amazing tree-climbing skills. However, because of this, I was quite rusty, my grip nearly slipping more than once.

Grunting once again as I finally lifted myself onto another branch, I leaned back to take a break. Glancing at my hands, I sighed.

"Damn it..." Having lacked any physical work with my beautiful untainted hands, they were not up to par for my tree climbing adventure. Due to such, they were now grazed and skinned, no doubt to be stinging for the next couple days.

Glancing up, I wondered how much farther I had to go before reaching to top. However, on discovering that I probably had another twenty feet-and that I was already fifteen above the ground-I decided to stay put. After all, I could come back and climb another time and help my hands build up their toughness.

Sitting against the tree, I picked at the strings on my bloomers where they had snagged.

Despite how refreshing the reprieve of noise was, it seemed empty; I had grown accustomed to the servant's usual antics, and the world felt disturbingly off balance without them.

A large explosion erupted from the mansion, causing the tree to give a slight jerk. I sighed, a smile dancing on my lips.

It was nice to know things were finally back to normal, two months after Madam Red's death.

With this thought, I allowed myself to nod off.

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Something...wet...

I rolled my neck, pulling my hand back to my chest. However, I didn't stop it was my hand was once again pulled away, that same something wet sliding across the palm.

Wet...? Vaguely having enough sense to open my eyes, I found Sebastian sitting on the limb with me, pressed as far close to me as he could without somehow merging our bodies to become one.

"Sebastian...?"

His eyes darted up, glowing devilishly as he halted in his ministrations, tongue pressed against my palm.

As soon as I realized he was licking my hand, I immediately tried to gain possession of my appendage, failing miserably.

"Miss Constance, you are only making it more difficult."

Flailing for a moment longer, I easily gave up. "Okay, just because I know you're a pervert, doesn't give you permission to act like one!"

Delicately, he placed my hand back down in my lap while I blushed furiously. To be perfectly frank, I didn't have much of a lap, Sebastian have sidled up next to me, pressing his groin against mine, my calves over his thighs.

After looking back up away from our crotches, I found Sebastian with his eyebrow raised. "I believe I need to teach you the difference between perversion and caring for your wellbeing, my mistress."

This could not be good.

Gulping, I watched as Sebastian slipped his gloves off by pulling them with his teeth, running his black nails against my calf, wrapping itself around the underside my knee and lifting my kneecap to his mouth where he began licking at the cuts there as well. Ever so slowly, he was pushing back my bloomers, exposing the thigh that rested under them; when the concealing garment refused to budge, he slipped his hand under and continued up my leg until he met the joint where my leg met groin.

I had been a blushing mess long before he actually put his hand in my bloomers, but squealed when I felt his cold nails near my most vital organ. On a woman's natural instinct, I squeezed my legs shut, firmly encasing his hand in a very inappropriate place.

"Sebastian!" I squeaked out, my face no doubt a burning maroon color. His eyes glinted, betraying him and telling me he got far too much enjoyment out of this. Innocently, he blinked, much to my horror.

"What is it, my mistress?" My eyes widened at his feign of innocence, and I quite possibly got darker. When I gave him an ineffective glare, he only smirked, dropping his face of innocence and uncovering the sadist that lay underneath. "You merely have to tell me to stop."

"Stop!" I yelled, thoroughly embarrassed. His smirk widened, and I began to seriously consider the pros and cons of jumping from this tree in order to escape him. Despite the cons outweighing the pros, one particular con caught my attention.

He would still catch me and continue this on the ground.

Please note, saving me was a con.

"Stop what, my Mistress?"

His hand squirmed, slowly digging its way through my fleshy thighs to another fleshy part of my anatomy. I attempted to possibly merge myself into the tree with the vain hope of going through it.

"That!" I yelled, pushing myself up and away from the prying hand as much as possible.

"And what is that? You'll have to be a bit more specific."

I felt like I was going to cry out of embarrassment. "Stop touching me!"

He tilted his head innocently, removing his hand from my knee, leaning closer to me, his breath dancing against my ear.

"I was unaware you had hair, my Mistress."

That cracked me. Tears spilled over, and I felt the demon hold his breath as he took in the scent of my tears. Pulling back, he slipped his hand out from under my bloomers while I curled up in myself, horrifyingly embarrassed beyond measure. How exactly did he expect me to shave that? I hated doing it in my time, always worried I would cut myself; like hell I'd do it during this time period!

"Miss Constance, I-"

He tried to possibly wrap me in a hug, but I wailed louder, and he chose the best action would be to simply scoot away from me.

"Mis-"

I curled up tighter, squeezing my legs together until they hurt. "No Sebastian, just leave me alone."

He stayed quiet before making a moot point. "And exactly how do you plan to get down?"

Hiccupping, I kept my face down. "I got up here, didn't I?"

Hearing no reply, I took a peek, seeing my branch empty.

I wish I had a body so I can castrate him.

With a pair of rusty scissors.

This only made me cry harder.

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Eventually, I made my way back down, albeit with a few more cuts and scrapes now gracing my form as I walked back to the manor. Perhaps it wasn't my best idea to walk around in what was considered my underwear, but I didn't particularly feel like trying to squeeze into the dress without my corset, which I refused to put back on.

Holding my clothes, I walked through the halls, luckily not running into any certain black clad butler on my way to my room. Once I did enter my room, I unceremoniously flopped on my bed, grabbing a pillow and curling around it. Once again, I was hit with the painstaking reality that there was no Maverick there to promise a proper beating to the douche that had hurt me; and 'hurt' had a variety of meanings, including everything mental, emotional, and physical.

And Sebastian had managed to snag all three in one blow.

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"Miss Constance?"

It didn't even take me a millisecond to decide he didn't need to be graced an answer. Because of such, I found myself subjected to more rapping to the door.

"Miss Constance?"

Once again, I lacked to respond even if worry seeped into his voice slightly and my door creaked open. This finally earned a reaction, though it was probably not the one he wished for.

"I didn't say you were allowed in."

What sounded like a sigh of relief escaped the demon and I heard him walk around my bed before I was graced with his face knelt down to be leveled with mine. I gave a huff of annoyance, rolling over to turn away from him.

"I'm still inexplicitly mad at you. No, mad doesn't even begin to cover it. I have a rage of anger hidden just under the surface, allowing me to create my own little 'I hate Sebastian' fan club in which Alexia, Karen, and I use our imagination to castrate you with rusty scissors. We have recently decided that since you are a demon, your testicles would grow back, however due to our rusty scissors, they are horrifically infected and need to be amputated along with the rest of your dick."

He gave a breathless chuckle, not in the least seemingly put off by my description; an event the three of us actually had imagined.

"Be that as it may, you would not be able to comprehend the unimaginable joy to see you still breathing and being snarky with your sometimes questionable wit."

I furrowed my eyebrows. Why would I not be breathing? And questionable wit? "That wasn't wit, the three of us truly did imagine up that scenario."

He chuckled, and I felt something on my bed. Leaning and looking over my shoulder, I saw Sebastian with his head lying on his arms which rested on my bed, eyes closed with a look of euphoric bliss. My eye twitched. If he was trying to apologize for earlier, he could damn well forget about it.

Besides, acting like...this was probably not the best way to get back in my good favors.

And he looked extremely creepy this happy.

Turning with my back to him again, it took all my will power to not outright ask why I wouldn't be breathing.

"Hey, Sebastia-" My breath halted as my bed gave a slight sound from the movement, and I now found a demon with his arm wrapped around me.

"I had done something similar to a previous incarnation of yours before I could mate her, and I gave her what I felt to be sufficient time to be upset before going to find her again." I blinked. Was Sebastian actually mentioning something to me about his past? "Much to my chagrin, I walked into her room to see her tears leak out from knowing I saw the horrific sight of her body dangling from her ceiling."

Wide eyed, I stared at my wall. A previous incarnation committed suicide?

In my head, I could feel it become significantly lighter, indicating the leaving of two incarnations; I vaguely heard a 'going to visit Will' from Alexia

"Horrific sight? But I thought demons liked gruesome things like that?" Really, I had no idea where I was trying to go with the topic, but if he was going to be talking, may as well make it worth my while.

"Miss Constance, I doubt you realize it, but we value our mates beyond all else; they are the single most important thing to us." I swallowed hard. "Knowing that you led to your mate's death is often very scarring, even when they give up their souls to their injured mate."

"What name did I go by then?"

He stayed quiet for a moment, and looking over my shoulder, I found him highly amused despite the topic. "I'm surprised she hasn't told you; I myself would not believe she resided inside of you had I not danced with her myself."

Instantly, I found myself confused. "What in god's name are you talking about?"

"Alexiana Rawthorn, born October 28th, 1764. Otherwise known as-"

"Alexia." I finished, thinking about the consciousness that had decided an impromptu visit to Will the Reaper was in order, dragging Karen away.

"No wonder she left when you mentioned the suicide."

"She left?" there was obvious befuddlement hidden in his voice as he tried to understand how a consciousness could possibly leave.

I nodded. "Yeah, they can go visit reapers and such. As it is, Karen is quite taken with Will, so that's probably where they went." Glancing over my shoulder, I found Sebastian with a rather phlegmatic look residing on his face. "What?"

"That is a future you who you just described to like a shinigami."

Despite being humiliated by him, I found myself giggling at his sardonic tone. "Oh, come off. He's got a pole as long as his death scythe shoved up his ass. Your's isn't nearly that big."

"Miss Constance, I must say, that was a very poor compliment."

I frowned. "I wasn't trying to compliment you; I'm still president of the 'I Hate Sebastian' fan club."

"Is that so?" Sebastian chuckled, and I felt his chest vibrate. "Then what can I do to relieve you of such position? It is very hard to court you-let alone mate-when you are a participant of such activities."

I rolled my eyes. Kiss ass. "For one, don't try and suck up to me. Two, there is nothing you can do really until I feel like accepting any apologies. And don't count on it being any time soon; you touched me on my birthday, causing great mental and emotional scaring. As such-"

"It seems I need to clarify one thing."

My eye twitched as Sebastian cut me off. "Then clarify. I can't say I will listen."

Reaching out, I began playing with a string on my comforter, fully intent on ignoring him.

"I did not touch you." My hand froze. "I merely said as much to get a reaction out of you."

Slowly, tears began to fill my eyes. "Got one, didn't you?"

"Miss Consta-"

"Get out of my bed, you mother fucker." I could feel it; my voice was going to crack as pain in my throat started up.

"Miss-"

"I said get ou-!" I cut him off only to have him cut me off, grabbing my jaw between his hands and forcing me to look up at him. Something in my soul went cold as I stared at him, his red eyes holding no depth.

"Do not forget; you are mine." I swallowed painfully, becoming aware of exactly how much I had angered the demon.

"Seba-"

"I accept your attitude when you are flirting-" What the hell, when did I flirt? "-and when you honestly think you can win against me. However, I will not tolerate such behavior when you refuse to allow me to give you a reason for my actions." He didn't stop their even. "Miss Constance, I do not believe you are aware of my temper."

That only caused mine to flare up. "Then what the hell is-"

"Silence." I shut up in an instant, a deadly edge lacing his voice. "In Hell, my temper is well known; I kill demons that test my patience often enough that it inconveniences Lucifer." It was becoming difficult to swallow. "It has been the death of you on more than one occasion."

My eyes widened. "What...?"

Looking down at me, his eyes softened slightly. "However, I have learnt how to control it since the last time I killed you."

My mouth felt like sand paper. "I thought-I thought demons valued their mates above all else."

Sebastian released my mouth, and began rubbing circles in where he had clenched it. "We do; I instantly regretted it, however I knew you would be reincarnated again. It is pure chance that I have continuously found you; even more so this time as I had missed this century's incarnation."

He leaned down, leaving a trail of kisses down my jaw line. "Sebastian?" An hmm? sound vibrated against my throat. "I'd like to hear your explanation now."

"Hmm, would you? I'm not sure if I truly wish to explain it."

My face flushed with anger and embarrassment, and he chuckled. "That is the reaction I strive for, Miss Constance."

I felt dumbstruck, my anger deflating. "What?"

He leaned back to look at my pink tinged face. "When you are embarrassed or angered, you have the habit of turning red. None of your previous incarnations had done so nearly as often as you."

"So you do this-" I pointed at my face, where blush was coating it again. "Intentionally?"

Laughing, he nodded, nuzzling against my neck. "Yes."

My eye twitched. "You really are a demon, you know that?"

"I am quite aware. However, I do believe I owe you an apology. It was not my intention, but I over stepped a boundary of yours, therefore must ask for-"

"Hey Sebastian?" I could practically feel the tick in his eyebrow twitching as I cut off his apology. "Do you want to take a nap with me?" He seemed unable to quite comprehend what I was saying, so I continued. "It's my way of accepting your apology, but if-"

Once again, he nuzzled against my neck, pulling my back to be against his chest. "I suppose so; demons do sleep as a luxury."

Rolling my eyes, I laid there motionless until his breathing evened out, as if he were actually asleep. The sound eventually lulled me to sleep, his warm breath on my neck no longer causing me to jerk in surprise.

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"Miss Tabby?"

It couldn't have even been ten minutes into my sleep when popped an eye open at the whisper. A strawberry blond head peaked into my room. "Have you seen Mister Seba- Oh." Obviously Finnian had found the demon. I motioned with my finger to tell him to come here, doing so quietly.

"Tell a soul about this and I will kill you."

He nodded vigorously before leaving, shutting the door quietly behind him. Peeking over my shoulder, I looked at the unfazed demon. If he had woken up, then he was one hell of an actor.

"Hey, Sebastian?" He didn't move, and I sighed in relief. Turning over in his arms, he gave a small snorting sound, rolling over and pulling me with him. Oh, damn him. He was awake.

"Sebastian!" I whispered, trying to get him to understand he was crushing me. "I know you're awake!" Still no reaction. "You're heavy!"

I frowned. What else could I say that would wake him up? "I want you to fuck me senseless right now!" I whispered, not too intent to say that. However, again, I got no reaction, his breath even against my cheek.

Reaching up, I gently brushed his hair away from his eyes. When he was asleep, he didn't look much like a demon. In fact, he didn't look evil at all. He even seemed human.

His weight and inability to wake up was at least human.

I groaned under his weight, and felt something sharp brush against my neck. I froze, straining to look down. His mouth was parted slightly, a fang glinting off the afternoon sunlight.

Of course.

He slowly began to shift, opening his mouth wider. I stared in morbid fascination at his teeth; they were so deadly and made him irrevocably sexy.

My fascination was cut short when said sexy fangs pressed against my skin.

"Sebastian! Ow!" He had just enough pressure to make it hurt, though I didn't think he had broken the skin. "Sebastian! Wake up!" I shook him slightly, hoping that would wake him up.

His eyes-glowing and flame like-snapped open and his jaw tightened on impulse, causing me to give a small scream as he did break the skin this time.

My body arched slightly, which he held up against him. He didn't remove his fangs from my neck, and despite the fact it felt like he was a vampire, he did not suck my blood; rather, he just seemed content to bite me.

As I moved my leg to get a bit more comfortable, I became painstakingly aware of something.

Sebastian was turned on.

Quite a bit.

He was sorely mistaken if he thought he was going to get laid.

"Se-Sebastian, it hurts a bit; not being used to a biting fetish and all."

After a moment Sebastian mumbled something, horribly garbled due to his top set of teeth being impaled into my neck. It vaguely sounded like give me a minute.

Eventually he detached his mouth from me, looking down at my form, my blood coating his lips. His eyes looked hazed, and I realized I was screwed over laying like this. With him straddling my waist, I was in a very submissive position, and having recently met his more perverse and sexual demonic side, he'd probably take advantage of that fact.

Fuck.

Please note I do not want this in a literal sense.

"Seba-"

I was effectively silenced when he roughly covered my mouth with his, the coppery taste of blood lacing my tongue. The fact that it was my blood was slightly mind boggling, however, that thought cut off as Sebastian pressed his hips down harder against mine.

Holy shit, he was humping me.

My entire body became unresponsive as my brain tried to process this fact. This seemed to be exactly what the demon needed because he leaned back, staring down slightly shell shocked.

He immediately hopped off, patting my cheek as I continued to comprehend Sebastian had been humping me.

Like a dog.

"...stance? Miss Constance?"

Blinking, I zoned back in on the demon butler, my blood still coating the corner of his lips.

Despite the fact that I had refused to give up my virginity on my birthday, the kissing with blood had been slightly erotic. The fact that Sebastian had seemed so feverish while kissing me had sent pleasurable shivers down my spine.

Blushing furiously, I covered my face with my hands, groaning. Oh my god. That had perhaps been one of the hottest things I'd ever done. It didn't help that Sebastian's human form added to a small fetish of mine...

"Sebastian, how old is your human form you are currently taking?"

I could hear Sebastian sit in the chair, the shifting of cloth making the slightest of sounds. "I am afraid I do not understand your question. This is the human form I last used as a human-"

"How old were you then? I ask because you look to be 23 or 24." If he actually was, then it wouldn't help the situation. Maybe if he were twenty or nineteen it wouldn't be so-

"My human body-this body-was last aged at 26."

All color except for red left my face. Oh dear god. If he found out about my older men fetish-

"Why do you ask?"

I swallowed harshly. "I already told you-you only look to be twenty three, and I was curious."

Hearing him stand up, I thought he was leaving when he rolled me back over to look at him with all my red faced glory.

"I shall get the answer from you eventually, so it is best you tell me now." I vigorously shook my head, and he sighed. "As it is, it would probably not be the best decision to try and force you..." I glared. "However, I apologize for my actions just a few moments ag-"

"No you don't. You'd go even farther given the chance." I dead panned, albeit blushing.

The little devilish smirk that rested on his lips told me everything I needed to know. "But of course. However, it is proper protocol to apologize for improper actions."

I rolled my eyes. "What do I need to whip you for your little act earlier in the tree?" His eyes flashed, and I paled slightly.

"If that is what my mistress commands."

Again, I blushed, adverting my eyes. "I'm not going to whip you, so get it out of your head!"

He tilted his head in a teasing manor. "And here I was so looking forward to it." My eye twitched as he lowered his mouth back to my neck. "I suppose I shall just have to settle for this torture."

Sebastian ran his nose down my neck, over my breasts, before laying his head on my abdomen. "You are so fertile." Oh god, this again? "I wish to ravish you and mate you here and now; however, it would not do good to have you carry my offspring while still human, having yet explained that to you."

My eye twitched again. What made him think I would ever bear his child to begin with? Rolling my eyes, I decided to humor him.

"And why not? Will it consume all my energy and life like Twilight?" His perverseness stopped as he looked at me, annoyed at the reference I made. "Whoa! You don't like twilight even though its author isn't even born?"

He sighed, getting off me. "You continuously make references to things I could not possibly know about, henceforth I become irritated."

"And if I had my way, you would never understand that reference." Shaking my head, I sighed as well. "Just tell me why I can't hold demon offspring while human before I lose interest."

The demon sat back in my chair, hands folded. "It is not that you are unable to, however, I would prefer it if you didn't.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Would you like to elaborate why?"

"It would be extremely taxing on your body. You would get tired very easily because the child, while in your womb, would be half human."

That last bit did not make me happy. "What? Are you youkais racist against hanyous?"

He chuckled, clearly amused at my face. "Do not fret over such. Half demons are a creature that is particular to surface world demons. My kind does not possess the ability to be only half human."

Now this had begun to interest me. "What? Why?"

"The child will stay half human inside the mother because a demon inside a human is not suppose to happen biologically. So, to keep the mother from perishing, it stays half human. Once born, the child's demon blood will effectively destroy the human blood and replace it with the demon blood of the parent who had formerly been human."

Hearing all this, I felt a headache coming on. "Well, that's been a lovely biology lesson; can we move on to another topic please? I can only take so much baby talk."

He chuckled, standing up before falling into a bow. "Then I once again apologize for my actions, Miss Constance."

I deadpanned. "Okay, I meant any other topic that doesn't involve babies or making babies."

He chuckled, leaning out of the bow. "Of course. However, I must go attend to my duties. I shall prepare you a bath."

Furrowing my eyebrows, I sat up on the edge of my bed. "Why? Are we going somewhere or something?"

Sebastian gave me a shit eating grin. "No."

I paled.

So, from this point on, there shouldn't be anymore Sebastian-acting-like-a-super-pedo. I hated myself while doing that, but i had a lime/lemon urge, and had no other characters to use. And afterwards, while hating it, i found i liked more of the plot (slight, but still there) growth i incorperated with Alexia.

I also liked the fact Sebastian's not a complete douche.

*bangs head against desk* still, i hated this chapter. I tried to make him act like a demon, ended up more like a creepy pedo, and made him seem like a pitiful creature that is being denied sex.

God, i hated this chapter. Please do one of the following:

Review and say that you agree with me as this being the worst chapter or...

Review saying you disagree and say you loved it XD