Pleasurable Venom
Chapter 25: Mourning Song
I can't hold the storm of laughter that bursts out of my mouth when Lady Elizabeth put the bonnet of Sebastian. Oh my god. Pain stings my sides and I can't breathe but I don't care. Sebastian looks so damned retarded. Even when he glares the other servants to death I continue laughing for a couple minutes. I recover just in time to hear Sebastian thank the Lady.
"In any event Lizzy, what are you doing here? Auntie didn't let you come alone." Oh so she is not supposed to be here. I get toxins ready again. My hair comes from white to rusty red and I sharpen my nails. She may yet still be a threat. I keep a close eye on her movement.
"I snuck out because I wanted to see you silly." She hugs his oxygen off and I step forward to defend my master.
"You sneaked away? Don't you think you will get into trouble?" I glare daggers at the girl.
"Sebastian? Who is this girl?" Grell speaks up and I jerk my head in his direction. I forgot he was there. The bolt of grey in my hair from the startle fades to match the lesser red.
"She is daughter of the Marquette of Scottany. Her full Christian name is Lady Elizabeth Ethel Cordilia Midford of Scottany." I stash that in the remember vault. If I need to hunt her I will have as much information as possible. Though that has to be the longest name ever. Grell tries and fails at remembering the long name. I giggle slightly at his faulty memory.
"She is actually my young master's betrothed of several years." I jump at this. WHAT? No, this can't be happening. That thing is marrying young master. Plan after plan go through my head on how to slip her some lethal toxins without getting in trouble. I will not have it. She obviously does not bring happiness to my young master but brings numbing perfume and horrorish decoration and dress up. I love my outfit but this cannot happen.
"Ah his fiancé, yes of course." Grell soon notices the extreme of it and his reaction is a sample of my mental one.
"Lady Elizabeth is of the nobility after all. She is the daughter of the marquis, nobles marry other nobles. That is how it works." Why did she have to be the noble marrying the young master? She is a cute addicted moron who gives everyone a headache. I think she should marry death. That would benefit us all. Blood red flares into my hair. Sebastian notices immediately and rushes to pull me out of the room. The entire time while he drags me off, I glare at the lady and a low threatening growl erupts from my throat. Poison drips from my fangs and my nails are sharpened and lengthened to a knifes point. Black rushes after the blood red in my hair, but my eyes and everything else stay the same.
Sebastian drags my body into an upstairs room, barren of anything but a piano and throws me onto the ground. I stand and glare at him. The growl increases and I hiss. He drops his mask of nonemotion to show me he was not mad but frustrated.
"I am not happy with this either but remember Helain, our young master is to meet his death by my hand before they are to marry. I will not allow you to harm the Lady Elizabeth. However you may stay here until you calm. We are going to be hosting a miniature ball later this evening for Elizabeth and if you wish to attend please refrain from killing her. " I nod and he leaves me to do as I wish in this room. I see the piano and sit on the stool next to the large thing. I strike a key and a low sound comes from the vibrating string. I have seen one of these once. We were traveling through a village near London and my cage was left in a park. The sounds of natural wildlife were nowhere so I had nothing to keep my mind. Then from a window across the street was a man. He sat down next to an instrument I have known to be a piano and began to strike keys. Each one gave of a different pitch but put together with a rhythm and it made such a lovely song.
I find myself with my hands playing the keys I heard and the notes creating a melody and the melody creating a sad mourning song. A song to play for the dead. I close my eyes and copy the notes I remember. I loose myself.