Happy Saturday, everyone!

Just a quick… warning… kind of. This chapter is pretty light (aka: no really intense situations, no really dark themes, etc.). It's also kind of a filler in it's own way (okay, it IS a filler). There ended up being three different versions of it, but I ended up finishing this one. I enjoyed writing it a lot, so I hope you all enjoy reading it!

Introducing: How Sam spends her day when Sebastian is not around to be annoyed.

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"So… what's life been like for you lately?"

The Undertaker cackled and turned from his task of dusting empty glass beakers to grin maniacally at the strawberry blonde sitting across the room. Said female gulped and awkwardly twiddled her thumbs.

"Well, my life's been a bit hectic lately~" he replied. "Something to do with being a representative of sorts…"

Sam bristled lightly.

"No need to be sarcastic," she scoffed. "I was only trying to start a conversation so that we wouldn't be sitting here in awkward silence."

"Hmm… I didn't find it awkward at all~"

Sam twitched and scooted a bit closer to the door. At the moment, Sebastian was in some kind of meeting with Claude about arranging her introduction to the demons in the fifth layer. While the two male demons were talking, the strawberry blonde had been dumped at an all too familiar coffin-filled building to spend some time with her own representative. So far… she wasn't really enjoying the visit.

"Do you mind dumping that glass of formaldehyde out for me? It's starting to smell a tad~"

Nope. Not enjoying it at all.

She twitched and carefully plucked the cup from its place precariously perched on the edge of a table. Her face twisted sourly as the liquid's chemical scent wafted up to her nose.

"Where do I dump this stuff?"

"Just out the window will do~"

"Out the window?"

"Yes~ It's clear after all. No one will care unless they decide to stop and, mistaking it for water, take a nice lick of it~"

"…Eww."

"Not at all! They'll simply become a new client of mine~" the Undertaker cackled.

Sam remained silent, only walking mechanically to the nearest window, pushing the shutters open, and overturning the glass. She watched with a light grimace as the smelly chemical poured out onto the ground.

"Just don't dump it onto the shrubs. It'll kill the poor things~"

Sam looked down.

Whoops.

She turned from the window carefully and placed the now empty glass back onto the table. She sat down on an empty coffin, humming quietly to herself. She glanced back up at the grey haired reaper. He seemed completely occupied with his task of housekeeping, so she doubted that he'd be likely to start a conversation.

The strawberry blonde sat in silence, swinging her legs idly back and forth.

What to do… what to do…

There was always the option of starting to concoct her master plan on how to keep her mental promise and meet Sebastian's family… then again, she didn't feel all that much like thinking at the moment. There would be plenty of time for that on some other occasion when her brain didn't feel full of cobwebs. She didn't really want to focus on anything at the moment, so reading was off the list… not that there were any books around in the first place.

What the heck can I do that requires no actual mental strain…? She thought sourly, glancing back out the window. A group of giggling women walked by, all dressed lavishly and carrying bulging coin purses. Sam's eyes flickered to her own bag of money strapped to the belt around her waist.

I doubt this kind of money works in Hell… might as well spend it while I can. Now, what do I waste it on…? I still need a dress, don't I?

Sam stood and stretched with a yawn, turning to the Undertaker.

"Well, it was nice chatting with you, but I'm gonna' go on a little walk now."

"Are you sure that's a good idea? You have no clue when Sebastian will return," he frowned, standing on his tip toes to reach a stray cobweb.

The strawberry blonde shrugged halfheartedly in response.

"I have about thirty nine hours left on Earth that I don't have to spend at a damn engagement party. Hell knows how much of that time is going to be spent talking with the demons in the fifth layer. I'm going to enjoy the time I have left to the fullest."

"What are you going to do?"

"Just walk."

"That's it?"

"Why is that so shocking?"

The grey haired reaper shrugged.

"I can't picture you being amused so easily~"

She rolled her eyes.

"I'll find some way to create chaos."

"I'm sure you will~"

Sam smirked and walked to the door, stepping through the threshold and into the sunlight. She sent a small farewell wave in the Undertaker's direction and shut the door behind her.

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"Look, I'm not sure what kind of girl you think I am, but I am NOT going to wear that."

The saleswoman let out an annoyed grunt and handed off the flaming red garment to one of her coworkers.

"Miss, I'm not exactly sure what you're looking for."

"I told you. I want something not excruciatingly bright, frilly, poofy, or low cut," Sam listed off. "It's for an engagement party and I-"

"Samantha Quenell? Is that really you?"

Sam froze mid-explanation. Her gaze moved slowly, painstakingly, in the direction that the high pitched squeal had originated from. Please, no. Please, no. Please, no. Her line of sight fell on an elaborately dressed blonde female in a low cut, excruciatingly tight aqua colored gown. She was surrounded by other giggling girls dressed just as flamboyantly.

No.

"Hello, Annabelle," Sam ground out. "Nice… to… see you."

The brightly dressed woman giggled and enveloped the twitching strawberry blonde in a tight choke hold- err… embrace. Sam could feel her airway being clogged with perfume.

Why? WHY of all times does my freaking cousin and her entourage have to show up?

"Oh, I just got word the other day about the engagement party your mother is throwing for you! It's so nice to see that a man finally decided to settle down with you! I never thought I would see the day!" Annabelle laughed, green eyes flashing. "Who is he exactly? Is he attractive? Is he wealthy? Is he as handsome as your mother made him out to be? Do you think I could meet him?"

Sam twitched.

Could you sound anymore desperate?

"Maybe. Sebastian's in a… uhm… meeting at the moment about our future living arrangements."

"I see… So his name is Sebastian, is it? Such a regal sounding name," Annabelle swooned, bright red lips spread in a wide smile. "I'd feel so special if I got to meet him before the rest of the family! I'm sure Lena would love to hear about him!"

Sam was about to respond with something along the lines of "Oh, I'm sure she would," when the strawberry blonde noticed something odd about what her cousin had just said.

"What about Maryanne?"

Annabelle's smile dimmed a few watts. The girls around her went silent.

"Mary… Mary's pregnant… like, late pregnant."

Can't say I'm shocked.

"Who's the father?"

Annabelle shrugged. The groupies resumed their chatter.

"I've never met him… Mary's so different now. She didn't want the baby at first because she felt too young and everything, but now she's pretty protective of the thing. I told her that she should get an abortion and she flipped. She's pretty dedicated to the father too. She's no fun to hang out with anymore…"

Sam frowned. Well, at least one of the terrible trio has grown out of her whore phase.

"So, are you here looking for a dress too?"

"Unfortunately," Sam replied. Her line of vision fell on a medium sized bag in Annabelle's hands. Her silvery-blue eyes widened in shock as it quivered. Annabelle quickly moved to hold the bag at her side.

"Ferdinand is in there," she whispered. "Dogs aren't allowed in this store, so I have to be careful to hide him properly."

Sam glanced back at the bag with a grimace. That poor creature.

"So, what kind of dress do you want?" Annabelle asked, handing off the bag to a brunette standing nearby so that she could check her lipstick in a small compact. The platinum blonde turned to a saleswoman and pointed at a box in the corner of the store. "I want to try on this green one that I saw the other day. I think that it will look just lovely on me."

Sam twitched.

Annabelle stepped into a closed off changing area and Sam let her scowl deepen, feeling exceedingly uncomfortable surrounded by all of Annabelle's friends. What scared Sam the most was how the females even seemed to have their own pecking order. Each girl kept to her own specific position in the group ranking from the dead silent to those who dared interact with Annabelle herself. It was freakish…

Either way, now that Annabelle was out of sight, it was time to make her escape. The dress could wait for another time. Sam swiveled on her heel and was about to sprint from the store when a saleswoman caught her arm.

"Miss, aren't you looking for a dress?"

"Well, yes, I was, but right now-"

"Great!" The woman beamed. "I'll go find you one!"

"No thank you. I really have to-"

"Oh! But I insist!" she smiled. "You would look so nice after you've stepped out of those raggedy riding pants."

Sam bristled.

"Listen, I don't want-"

"I'm doooone! Come look at this dress!" Annabelle ordered. Sam sighed as she felt a few of the little Annabelle minions grab onto her arm and spin her around. The damn saleswoman had wasted all her time.

Sam sighed and observed her cousin with a grimace.

It wasn't like Annabelle was ugly, not in the least… Sam just hated her personality and clothing taste beyond words. The green dress she now wore was ridiculously low cut and tight looking. It would have looked nice, she supposed, if Annabelle's chest was not ready to fall out of the constricting fabric.

"Now it's your turn to try on one!"

"Actually, I think I'll just-"

Annabelle snapped her fingers and the saleswoman who had been pestering Sam earlier all but sprinted to her side.

"Do you have a dress that could possibly look good on her?" Annabelle asked, her voice sounding as if she believed the answer would be a firm, 'no way!' "She needs to look nice for her engagement party."

Sam twitched in irritation. Thanks for the little, underhanded insult, jerk.

"I have one right here!" the woman smiled, pulling a package from seemingly nowhere. The strawberry blonde frowned, seeing that it was the same box from earlier that held the red dress. "I do think that this one will look ravishing on you."

"No thanks. As I said before, it's way too low cut." Sam glanced sourly over at the revealing garment her cousin adorned. "And I'd rather not look like a prostitute."

"Ah, live a little, Sam!" Annabelle whined.

"How is dressing like a skank living?" Sam shot back bitterly.

"I'm sure your fiancé would love it," Annabelle giggled suggestively. Sam forced down her light blush. "And who knows… if you don't provide a little something to look at, he might run off to some other lovely girl that he meets."

Sam's eyes narrowed. That last part hadn't been a joke, not in the least. She felt angry jealously boil in her blood. Stupid, whore! There's no way I'm letting her even get close to Sebastian! Nothing to look at, huh? I'll show you, you stupid, egotistical, self obsessed, skanky, obnoxious, arrogant…

Sam grabbed the box from the saleswoman's hands and stormed into the changing area.

annoying, loud, whiny, clingy, slut!

Sam turned with a scowl to rip open the box when her gaze briefly caught her reflection in the room's small mirror. The strawberry blonde did a double take.

My eyes…! Oh, shit.

Sam's irises were glowing a brilliant shade of reddish pink- the same color as Sebastian's own eyes when they changed. She blinked hard, hoping that they would return to their usual shade of silvery-blue. Nothing. She blinked again. Still nothing.

Crap. I got too worked up over Annabelle's stupid little threat… if you can even call it that. Shit, shit, shit, SHIT. What if she saw? Well, he didn't freak out, so I'll assume that she didn't… but how the Hell do I make them change back to normal?

Sam took a deep breath and then another, trying to relax.

Maybe if I calm down they'll go back to normal… Relax, Sam, relax. It's not like Annabelle would actually have any chance of sinking her little manicured claws into him… there's no way that Sebastian would even think of leaving me for her… so just relax.

She inhaled deeply once more and opened her eyes. They were back to their regular hue.

"It worked!" Sam grinned. "Finally, I figured out something about this damn demon thing on my own!"

"What was that?"

"Err… Nothing!" Sam called back. Crap. I forget they were out there. I still have to try on that damn dress too… Shit. How am I going to do this? Annabelle was most likely wearing a corset when she came here... What the Hell am I supposed to do? I can't force myself into that dress without loosing at least five pounds.

Sam opened the door to the changing area a crack and peaked out.

"Uhm… I don't have a corset."

Just like with the dress, the saleswoman produced a corset virtually out of thin air. Sam pushed open the door the rest of the way and the woman entered, closing it behind her.

Before the strawberry blonde knew what was happening, her shirt was gone and the corset was around her midsection, already starting to squeeze the life out of her. Sam gasped and choked.

"I think… you're… breaking… my.. ribs!" she spluttered.

The woman sighed.

"I've been doing this for years, sweet heart. It will all be over before you know it."

Sam swore she was about to turn blue.

As she had said, the process of stringing up the corset was over fairly quickly and the saleswoman stepped back. She plucked the dress from its box and swiftly tugged it over Sam's head. Once she'd adjusted it properly, she stepped back so Sam could look at herself in the mirror.

The strawberry blonde stayed silent, only focusing on the very low-cut front with wide eyes.

"This dress goes against everything I've ever stood for…"

"It looks nice," the woman smiled.

Sam's eyes narrowed.

"I look… I don't know. Desperate, maybe?"

"You look fine."

"You're just saying that so I buy the thing," she scoffed, pulling up the front. She scowled lightly, blushing, when it refused rise any higher than its current place on her chest.

The woman chuckled.

"I will admit, it is standard procedure to compliment the customer."

"I can't do it. I can't wear this… not in public… not in front of Sebastian. Sebastian. Hell knows how he'll react… probably throw in some stupid, perverse, comment," Sam grumbled.

"Sebastian? Is that your fiancé?" the woman asked.

Sam nodded.

"I'm sure he'd be delighted to see you wearing this."

"Great. Now I know that I look like a prostitute."

The saleswoman sighed.

"It's not as bad as that other woman's…"

"Annabelle."

"Is that her name?"

"Yes."

"Are you related?"

"Unfortunately," Sam sighed. "She's my cousin. My mother is holding an engagement party for Sebastian and me, so she was invited."

"I see. Well, perhaps you should try to show her up in a way. Protect your man!"

Sam laughed and turned her gaze back to the mirror.

When I think about it, Sebastian would be so focused on the fact that I'm wearing something like this that he won't spare Annabelle a second look.

But he won't really care about her either way, her rationale part shot back. Sebastian even said that you have absolutely nothing to worry about!

But I care that she's going to be clinging to him.

You can care in a regularly cut dress! You just want to show off to Sebastian!

Show off what exactly?

Your new wild side.

Oh, gross. I'm still kind of a prude, thank you very much! Besides, aren't I supposed to be trying to be a little less prudish?

Well you're sure as Hell not a prude in that dress, honey.

You know what, I'm going to buy this dress just to annoy you.

you do know that I am you, right? You've been arguing with yourself this whole time.

Quiet!

"I'll buy it."

"Great!"

You've doomed yourself.

Shut up, brain!

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"Where were you?"

"I went for a walk and ended up in some dress shop where I met one of my three prostitute cousins. There, I discovered that one of said cousins has left behind the ways of being a skank for her unborn baby. I also discovered that my other cousin suffocates her dog, that she's dying to meet you to the point it can't be innocent, and that I can turn off the glowing eye thing by relaxing. I also realized that boobs make picking a dress very difficult and that my brain likes to argue with itself to the point that it can't be considered healthy. How was your day?"

Sebastian blinked slowly.

He opened his mouth and Sam shushed him.

"Please don't repeat anything I just said in the form of a question, because everything that just spewed from my mouth is beyond awkward and I don't feel like explaining any of it."

The demon sighed.

"You're so strange…"

"I accepted that a long time ago."

He chuckled.

"So did I."

Sam grinned and plopped down ungracefully onto the hotel bed.

"So, how was your meeting with the other demons?"

"Fairly uneventful. You will meet them tomorrow."

"Are they like Claude?" she asked, rolling over onto her stomach and kicking her legs into the air.

Sebastian arched an eyebrow in question.

"How so?"

"You know… totally stoic, unemotional beings with gianormous sticks shoved up their asses?"

Sebastian chuckled.

"Not quite."

"Great!" Sam grinned. She paused and tapped her chin lightly, thoughtfully. "Not that I mind, but how come you never smack me for swearing anymore? Back when we lived at the Phantomhive manor, if I even said 'damn' you'd slap the back of my head before I even realized that I'd said anything 'unladylike.'"

He shrugged and sat next to her.

"I suppose I started to look at it as training a pet."

"Oh, that's nice," Sam drawled sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "That makes me feel ever so loved."

Sebastian sighed.

"Perhaps that's not the best metaphor."

"Really."

He twitched.

"I grew to enjoy your strange behavior and comments. I suppose that I realized if I constantly punished you for it, then you may eventually not act that way anymore."

"That's generally what 'punishment' does… even thought whacking me in the back of the head wasn't really 'punishment.' It was obnoxious, but it wasn't really going to make me act a different way. I still swore behind your back," Sam grinned.

The demon smirked.

"I heard."

"Right. I forgot about your stupid, supersonic, senses."

He chuckled.

"So, going back to the original topic of our conversation, did you find a dress? I personally can't picture you shopping around for one."

"I didn't really 'shop around' for it," Sam stated. "It was more along the lines of 'shoved into my hands.' …kind of like with the criminal when I hunted."

"Interesting. I suppose you're just naturally lucky then."

"Yeah, lucky. How is running into my cousin lucky? The dress being handed to me must have been the universe's way to compensate me for having to deal with her."

"I see."

"Yeah. To think, she ticked me off so much that my eyes changed color."

"Oh, really?" he smirked, leaning over to rest his chin on her shoulder. Sam nodded with a huff, leaning lightly against him.

"She practically told me to watch my back because she would steal you if she had the chance. Apparently my mother felt the need to mention how 'handsome' you are when she was inviting everyone to the engagement party."

Sebastian chuckled.

"I can't say that I'm surprised."

"Same here," Sam agreed. "Though my stupid jealousy ended up in me buying that dress…" she pointed to the rectangular box lying on the table and was about to elaborate when she froze, remembering her exact appearance while adorning the garment. "Oh, Hell. The dress. I forgot that I bought the thing to 'show up' Annabelle. Damn saleswoman taking advantage of my not so sane moment."

Sebastian arched an eyebrow curiously.

"Show up your cousin?" he repeated. He paused for a moment, as if he was replaying their entire conversation in his mind. His lips spread in a wide grin. "I'm assuming that this is the dress that was difficult to buy because of your chest."

Sam flushed.

"Uhm…. No. Not at all. Nope. This dress is, uhm, fine."

"Really," he smirked, burying his nose into her hair.

"…No. Not really."

"Hmm… I'm anxious to see you wear it."

"I'm not."

See. What did I tell you?

Shut up brain.

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Haha. I love inner arguments. I hate when I have one because I always end up doing something incredibly stupid to prove myself wrong, just as dear old Sam did here :3

There was barely any Sebastian in this chapter, but I still enjoyed typing it. I suppose it's more like a filler… Did I say that already? Whatever. It is. But it's still kind of important… I think. It depends how you view it. Anyways, I hope everyone liked it

Oh! And hopefully the video will be done at some point this month… ish. Yeah. Technical difficulties are a bitch. I made practically the entire video using the song C'mon by Panic! At the Disco. My laptop deleted it. Next, I tried Over and Over by Three Days Grace. My laptop deleted that one too. Now, I'm using the song *insert bleep here so that the song remains a surprise :3* So far, it hasn't been deleted. I'm having high hopes on this one :D

See you all next week~