Hello, everyone!

Mideterms are over and the video is up at LAST :D There's a link to it in my profile, on the face book page, (and if none of those work) it's the first or second choise if you search 'Fee Fye Foe Fum' on you tube.

Tiger-nami: No :P Though I wish I was in a different school some of the time…My school has scared the bajeebees out of me on numerous occasions I swear, my Spanish teacher is secretly an assassin *shifty eyes* I think a lot of people have midterms around this time of year though.

Chesspiece: It's absolutely freezing where I live D: It's literally been in the teens for the past MONTH but there hasn't been an inch of snow (until last week of course ;D). If I'm going to freeze my butt off, there should at least be a day or two off of school in collateral.

gabbwee: Haha. That's perfectly fine. I actually intended to make Sam the opposite of Sebastian… and I fully admit that their relationship is really awkward. (emphasis on the really). However, that could just be the fact that I've never actually been in a relationship before so I don't really know exactly how one is supposed to work or how to write one. (It's probably still Sam TT-TT) Her personality is basically supposed to be childish and stubborn. She has her intelligent moments, but most of the time she's too lazy or stubborn to do anything. She's also a mega hypocrite a lot of the time (she condemns others for doing something she does all the time. For example: judging someone without really getting to know them first or sticking them to a certain stereotype) Sam is ditzy, overly emotional/enthusiastic, and meant to be not the smartest person in the world… but I guess her little 'kick-ass/smart' moments are to show that if she can be independent and strong if she puts her mind to something or tries to help someone she cares about. Sorry if this seemed random or rant-ish. I just wanted to see if I could help make her character a bit clearer… I failed, didn't I? TT-TT Oh well. I hope you enjoy the story either way :D

Onward!

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"Sweetheart, you're right on time!"

Sam let out a heavy sigh as her mother dashed over, enveloping the strawberry blonde and her demon companion in a choke hold of an embrace.

"But I thought you said it didn't start until tonight-"

"Yes, yes. But we have to get you all dolled up!" Isabelle grinned, pinching Sam's cheeks. "Oh! Sarah will be so excited to see you!…Well, excited isn't the best word. Your sister never seems to get excited," she frowned with a depleted sigh. "She did say that she was anxious to turn you into a proper lady though."

"Of course she did."

The elder redheaded woman turned to Sebastian.

"Just as dashing as always!" Isabelle smiled. She turned to Sam. "You better not let anyone steal him away tonight~" she laughed, glancing back to Sebastian. "And the same goes for you!"

He smirked lightly.

"I wouldn't dream of it. Sam is my fiancé after all."

Sam nodded at him with a light smile, wrapping her arm through his.

"The same goes for me!" she grinned. "I hold true my earlier threat to stab any skank to death!"

Isabelle sighed.

"Well… what can I say? Young love in action," she laughed awkwardly. "Now, let's go get you ready!" she grinned, grabbing onto Sam's arm and dragging her away from Sebastian and towards her room. The redheaded woman peered over her shoulder at Sebastian. "Alex should be around here somewhere! Find him if you need someone to talk to!" she called out.

Sam sighed as her mother continued to drag her along.

"Alex is going to interrogate him… again."

"Nah. I'm sure he's over the whole 'losing his only younger sister to another man' thing."

The strawberry blonde rolled her eyes.

"Right."

Isabelle laughed and turned to face her daughter when her green eyes focused on the box clutched to the younger female's chest.

"What's that?"

"Oh… A dress…" Sam mumbled, cheeks darkening.

"Oh? What's it look like?" Isabelle asked, intrigued. "Details! Details!"

"It's… not good."

"Oh, it can't be that bad, honey," she assured.

"…I bought it to… uh… show up Annabelle," Sam mumbled, skin growing increasingly redder each passing second.

Her mom blinked.

"Oh… Well, then…" she paused. "Let's just get you into it before your brother or father see it then, shall we?"

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"Samantha, I would like to know why your cat magically appeared in my kitchen three days ago."

"Nice to see you too, Sarah," Sam rolled her eyes. "I'll explain later."

"Samantha-"

"Later," she promised, letting one of the manor's maids wrap a corset around her waist. There's no way I'm explaining the whole 'yeah, I'm getting dragged down to Hell to live as a demon with my demon soul mate for the rest of eternity' when my mom's in the room. She'd have a heart attack. Sam took in a deep breath and looked at the woman over her shoulder. "Do your worst."

The strings tightened and Sam yelped.

"I didn't mean kill me!"

"Sorry, miss," the maid mumbled, loosening the strings a bit. Sam scowled. She didn't sound apologetic at all. The woman stepped back and Sam attempted to stretch. She couldn't get her arms over her head.

"Uh… this probably isn't a good thing…"

"It's fine," Sarah assured, sitting perfectly still as her own corset was laced up tight. She barely flinched. "Sometimes it is necessary to sacrifice some mobility for appearance. Think of it this way. During the party, will you have to throw your arms up in the air?"

"What if the ceiling caves in? How will I be able to catch the giant chunks of plaster before they crush me to death?"

Sarah rolled her eyes.

"You're an idiot."

"And you're soulless."

"Brainless blonde."

"Evil ginger."

The redhead's silvery blue eyes narrowed.

"Do not challenge me to a battle of insults, Samantha. You will lose. You don't have the intellect to beat me."

"Oh, yeah? Says who?"

"Me… and most likely anyone who's ever had the displeasure of meeting you."

"Girls," Isabelle sighed, turning from the mirror to face them. "Can't you two just get along for one night?"

"I would gladly be nice to Sarah… but only if she stops insulting me!" Sam fumed.

"…I can't make any promises," Sarah snorted.

"Look, you two will have to come to a truce at some point…" their mother sighed. "Look at it this way; Annabelle, Lena, and Maryanne are coming tonight. Would you rather face them together or alone?"

The two siblings shared a similar look of distaste. Sarah sighed and looked back at her mother.

"Why would you invite them?"

"They are part of the family, Sarah. It's sad, but true."

Sarah frowned, turning back to her sister.

"If you promise not to be obnoxiously annoying for the rest of the night, I'll gladly stop insulting you."

"That's a pretty hefty demand…"

"Samantha."

"Fine, fine. I'll do my best," Sam grinned, picking up the box holding her red dress and lifting the cover off.

"Can I at least say one more thing before I agree to hold my tongue? I've had this one comeback that I've kept in my mind for a while now… I'm afraid that I'll forget it if I go too long without being able to use it," Sarah sighed. "And that would be such a terrible shame…"

"Shoot."

"Technically, being a strawberry blonde, you are half redhead and half blonde- leaving you both soulless and without a brain."

Sam twitched.

"Okay then. Nice insult. Now, shut up."

Sarah smirked.

"Of course."

Isabelle rolled her eyes.

"You girls…" she sighed. "Sisters are supposed the be the best of friends. What went wrong?"

"Samantha was born."

Sam glared sourly at her elder sibling.

"No more insults, remember?"

"That wasn't meant to be an insult. I was just stating cold, hard, fact."

Sam growled in annoyance and turned back to her mother.

"We have a love-hate relationship… well, more like hate-hate."

"I see…" her mother sighed. "Well, let's change the subject, shall we? Oh! I know! How about you put on that…erm… lovely dress you told me about!"

Sam pulled the mass of crimson fabric out of its box, holding it up awkwardly as her arms would only go so high with the corset on. Both of the other females froze, staring openly at the garment.

"Tada…?"

"Well, the back looks okay…a little overly decorated for a back though…" Isabelle forced out.

"Uh… that's the front… There isn't that much of a back," Sam flushed, turning it around.

"You are honestly going to wear that?" Sarah choked.

"You wouldn't…?" Sam laughed awkwardly, trying to force a joke.

"No. No I would not."

"Err… Even if you were doing it to protect Elton from some prostitute cousins?"

"Honestly?" Sarah snorted. "You bought the dress so that your fiancée wouldn't even bother looking at our cousins because he'd be too busy drooling over you?"

"Uhm… yes."

"That's ridiculous!"

"You sound like the other half of my brain…" Sam grumbled under her breath.

"Excuse me?"

"You wouldn't understand even if I repeated it loud enough for you to hear," she sighed. "Now… I made the choice, I have to pay the consequences. It won't be that bad… I mean, Alex and Dad will probably have a heart attack and Sebastian will… I'm not even sure… probably make some perverse comment… but that's it."

Isabelle smiled crookedly.

"Well, let's get you into it then," she laughed. "Now, which is the front again?"

"Mom, if this was the front part," Sam sighed, pointing at the back, "I might just kill myself."

"Ah. Right. The front should be the side that covers your chest…"

"Not like either side really does that," Sarah snorted. "I'm sure Annabelle, Maryanne, and Lena will be just thrilled to let you join their little clique."

"Please," Sam rolled her eyes. "I'm doing this to keep them away from me and Sebastian."

"That makes absolutely no sense."

"Neither does your face!"

"…That was absolutely the worst comeback I have ever hear," Sarah frowned, slipping easily into her own faded green dress. "Have you gotten even stupider since we last saw each other?"

"No insults!"

"That was a legitimate question."

Sam grumbled as one of the maids helped force the dress over her head. Soon, another arrived to help the other pull it down. Another helped adjust the area around her waist that had settled the wrong way.

"Why can Sarah get into her dress so easily yet mine requires a legion of people to get me into it?"

"Hmm… I don't know. Perhaps because mine isn't four sizes too tight?"

"Are you implying that I'm fat?"

"No. I'm implying that you're dressed like a whore."

"That's it! Our truce is off!"

"Fine by me. I can face those three on my own any day."

"Well, so can I!"

Isabelle sighed as one her maids helped her into her own dress.

"I knew it wouldn't last," she said to the woman with a light sigh.

"My lady, neither I nor any of the other servants in this estate have seen either of the girls together for over five years… even we knew that they would not got along for more than a few minutes."

"Just make sure that they don't destroy each other or anything else, 'kay?"

"Yes, my lady."

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"So she didn't leave you. Can't say that I'm happy."

Sebastian's eyebrow twitched. He hadn't gone to look for Sam's elder brother. No. The strawberry blonde male had found him within moments of his sister's departure. And he hadn't stopped talking. Not once.

"So… I have to know. How did my parents approve of your engagement to Sam so quickly when you're a butler?"

"I am no longer a servant of the Phantomhive family."

"Oh, why?"

"The head of the house suffered a premature death."

"Oh, Lord. You killed him, didn't you?" Alex blanched. "My little sister… marrying a murderer!"

Sebastian's eyes narrowed.

"No. I did not kill Ciel Phantomhive. He suffered a severe asthma attack that was too much for him to survive. Your sister was fairly upset."

"Did you take advantage of that depression?"

Sebastian sighed.

"No, I did not."

"Now, answer this and answer it honestly. Is my sister still a virgin?"

"Unfortunately yes."

"Oh, that's good- WAIT! What do you mean unfortunately?" Alex shrieked, drawing the attention of a few of the servants.

Sebastian's eyes narrowed.

"I know that you care deeply for your sister, but I would greatly appreciate it if you would, as they say, mind your own business."

Alex paled and gulped lightly.

"Man, Sammy was right. You are scary."

"So I've heard."

"…Can I ask you some more questions?"

"No."

"Okay, here it goes. Have you ever been incarcerated… uhm… other than the time I helped break you out?"

The demon's eyebrow twitched.

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"I'm honestly scared out of my wits right now."

"I can't say that I blame you… well, yes. I can. It's your fault."

Sam twitched and scowled at her sister. Sarah sighed and placed her brush down, turning to the strawberry blonde with a light frown.

"Look. It's just a dress. No one will care. They'll gossip about it for a grand total of five minutes. You'll be long forgotten before you realize it."

Sam nodded and looked herself over in the mirror.

"Samantha," Sarah frowned. "It's not that bad. Most of the initial shock came from the fact that you're the one who went and picked out the thing."

"Whatever you say…"

Sarah rolled her eyes and went to pick up one of her gloves when she paused, turning back to Sam.

"Mom's not here right now. Explain the feline."

"Huh?"

"Why did I find your cat curled up on top of a loaf of bread in my kitchen?"

"I said I'd tell you later."

"It is later and mom isn't in here right now."

"Why would it matter if mom was here or not?" Sam mumbled, still not wanting to have to tell Sarah about the whole Hell situation. Am I even allowed to talk to her about it?

"I can read you like a book. You wouldn't talk because our mother was there. What is it? Are you running away?"

Sam bit her lip and Sarah's eyes widened a bit.

"My, God. You are."

"No! It isn't that! I just… Well… It's hard to explain."

"Try."

"Uhm…" Sam fidgeted awkwardly with the ring around her finger. "I'm going somewhere with Sebastian. Animals aren't allowed there."

"Really?" Sarah arched an eyebrow curiously. "Where?"

"Uh… I can't see to remember the name at the moment. Let's just drop it-"

"Describe it then," Sarah frowned, eyes narrowed.

"Uhm… It's hot."

"Hot?" she repeated.

"Yes, hot… temperature wise," Sam nodded awkwardly.

"You'll have to do better than that."

"Err… Okay. There's… uhm… a lot of people there? Yeah. Sebastian is kind of a… a… celebrity there, in a way."

Sarah's brow knit together in confusion.

"Where is it? Do you know the country? The continent?"

"It's… down."

"Down? Down South, you mean?" Sarah asked.

"Yes! That!" Sam laughed awkwardly. "Now, it's been a joy talking to you, but we really should get downstairs to the party-"

Sarah caught her arm.

"You'll talk to me about it later. It's got to be terrible if you'd rather go downstairs to the party than tell me."

"Sarah-" Sam sighed when her sister shot her an icy look that screamed 'there's absolutely no way you're getting out of this.' "Fine. Later."

"Alright then. Now. To the party."

"You don't sound any happier about this than I do."

"Oh, trust me, I'm not. I only came because you are my little sister and it's my job to be there for you whether it be at an abbey or at a party."

Sam grinned.

"Ah, the abbey. Good times, good times."

"Yes…" Sarah trailed off. She looked thoughtful, and then, for a moment, almost horror struck. Well, as horror struck as Sarah could look. Sam frowned at her sister in worry.

"What is it?"

"No… nothing."

"Sarah-"

"Oh, look. It appears my husband came to escort us downstairs."

Sam looked up as a man with slicked back, black hair and who looked to be in his late twenties walked towards them. He smiled dashingly at Sarah when he arrived in front of them and said female smiled happily back, taking the arm he offered her.

Sam's jaw dropped when she saw Sarah giggle and flush at something he'd said. The strawberry blonde turned to him.

"Holy crap. Who are you and what exactly have you done to my sister?"

Sarah rolled her eyes and the man looked confused.

"Excuse me?"

"You literally, in all of five second, turned my sister from an evil hag to a giggling… I don't know. Female?"

The redhead twitched.

"Samantha."

"What?" Sam shot back. "I want to know what he did! It'd be useful for when you're, you know, ready to eat me alive."

The man chuckled.

"So you must be Sarah's sister. She's told me all about you."

"The one and only!" Sam grinned, shaking his outstretched hand. "You're… Elton, right?"

"Right."

"So, did she say that I was the devil incarnate?"

"Pretty much," Elton laughed. Sarah sent him a sour look. He smiled down at her and she flushed, turning away with a light huff. He laughed lightly and tightened his grip on her waist. Sarah blushed brighter and turned back to him with a small, happy, smile.

Sam blinked owlishly.

"I better not act like that around Sebastian."

"Oh, I'm sure you do," Sarah smirked. "I doubt you can tell when you act so infatuated."

"Oh, Hell," Sam groaned. "But you look so stupid when you blush and giggle like that! I can't be that bad and not realize it!"

Sarah twitched and Elton laughed.

"Oh, I'm sure you are," she scowled. "Now, let's head downstairs, shall we?"

Sam nodded slowly and followed the couple down the hallway.

"So… Elton. How'd you meet my sister?"

"We've been engaged since birth."

"Oh. Right."

Sam closed her mouth and continued moving along in silence. Walking with the couple was excruciatingly awkward. They were sharing a hushed conversation that Sam wasn't even sure she wanted to hear… let alone partake in. Was it this awkward for the people who were around when she talked with Sebastian? Hell, she hoped not.

Sam turned around the corner and began heading down the stairs, the two lovebirds on her tail. She peered around carefully. It didn't look that bad so far. There was only about thirty or so people, and thankfully, she could recognize everyone. She saw her brother and waved. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad-

"SAMMY! WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?"

She sighed.

And it begins.

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Ah, so here comes the lovely engagement party. I wonder why Sarah was so shocked, don't you? *wink, wink* Actually, I know why. Yay for being the writer :D

As I mentioned earlier, the video is done! D.O.N.E. Done! Feel free to check it out at your leisure. Again, there's a link on my profile, the face book page, and just plain old youtube search engine (search Fee Fye Foe Fum).

See you all next week!