I'm so mad at myself! :'''''( I told you I'd update more frequently and now it's been... what, a month? Three weeks? ARGH! Well Here's the next chapter featuring our favourite grim reaper who wields a chainsaw, has long fabulous red hair, and is gay. WOOT!
Angeline woke up the next morning feeling groggy, as usual. She was not a morning person. She stumbled out of bed, scavenging an emerald green dress from the wardrobe. In the corner sat a large grandfather clock, alerting her it was 10:15 in the morning. She hadn't realized she slept so late.
As she made her way downstairs she saw Sebastian, who appeared as though he was about to leave. "Where are you off to?" She asked in curiosity.
"Out to run a few errands for the young master," He replied.
"Would you mind if I come? I can't possibly spend another day with Lizzie, and there's nothing to do otherwise."
"I don't see a problem with you tagging along. But what's wrong with Lizzie?" He asked with a smirk.
"She's fine, but so... Over-the-top. I think that's a good way to put it."
"Indeed, she is a handful. Come along."
Angeline followed Sebastian out the front door and to the carriage. There was an uncomfortable silence for awhile. Angeline looked out the window and Sebastian was staring so intently at her, she would've thought he was trying to see into her soul.
"Sebastian, please stop staring at me like that," she whispered.
Sebastian blinked, then sat back a little further. "My apologies, Angeline." He said sincerely. "That was rude of me; as a Phantomhive butler I should know better."
Angeline merely shook her head. Something was... off about the Phantomhive butler.
"Well," Sebastian started as the carriage stopped, "We've arrived at our first destination. After you, Angeline."
Sebastian led Angeline to a simple market. "You must promise me you'll never tell Bocchan, he'd have a fit if he found out this is where I get our produce," he said with an amused smile.
"My lips are sealed, but why? Can't you just get them from where he'd want you to?" Angeline countered.
"To him, labels are everything. Everything must be top notch, but I've found this to be much more reliable and fresh in the produce department," Sebastian explained, examining the eggplants.
"How can you be sure about that?"
Sebastian shifted his gaze toward her, eyes glinting, a mysterious smile etched onto his face. "You see, I am simply one hell of a butler."
Something about the way Sebastian said that shut Angeline up. She silently followed the butler around the market, observing him as he moved about the market. That meant something, but what?
After Sebastian had gone to at least five different places, all for the purpose of food, the two went to yet another location.
"This is the last one," Sebastian said, "We need to pick up a prototype for a new Funtom Company product that arrived this morning."
Angeline nodded. The ride was short, and as they got out of the carriage a high pitched squeal was heard, getting progressively louder.
What is that? "Bassie! There you are! I haven't seen you in ages, my love!" Angeline turned to see someone- she couldn't decide whether or not they were a man or a woman- rushing over to Sebastian. He (or she) had long scarlet red hair, and long definitely wasn't an exaggeration. It went down to his (or her) knees. A red coat was worn off his shoulders over a white dress shirt and grey vest, red glasses with a chain adorned with skulls framed his bright yellow-green eyes. He (or she) wore tight black pants and knee-high black stilettos.
"Not now," Sebastian groaned, facepalming.
"Bassie!" The (wo)man attempted to hug Sebastian, but he easily dodged by sidestepping.
"Grell!" Sebastian snarled, "How many times must I tell you, I am not your lover! First off, you are a man, which is fine as long as you start targeting a man other than me. Second, we are nothing alike. You could say we're from opposite worlds."
Grell looked crushed. "But Bassie, I'm a girl-"
"You are simply confused." Sebastian interrupted.
Grell sidled up to Sebastian "-And our love can be a forbidden one!"
"This love you fantasize of does not exist!" Angeline watched, holding in her laughter. The scene going on before her was rather amusing.
"I know it does! So do you, but you're in such a sense of denial you can't admit you love me!" Grell cried. Angeline burst into a fit of laughter. "Bassie, who is this?" Grell exclaimed as he looked Angeline up and down. "Y-you're not, cheating on me are you?"
"Impossible, seeing as we're not even together."
Angeline laughed harder. "I can't, this is, oh my goodness, I'm sorry," Angeline stuttered, not able to form a complete sentence. After about thirty seconds, she recovered. "I'm sorry. My name is Angeline Redthorne, I'm staying at the Phantomhove Manor for the time being." She said, wiping tears from her eyes.
Grell clutched Sebastian's sleeve like a five-year-old. "You're not trying to steal Bassie away from me, are you?" He growled menacingly.
"No, I can assure you I'm not trying to steal -pfft- Bassie away from you. I'm sure if you believe me, we'll get along just fine."
Grell's iron grip on Sebastian's sleeve slackened. "Okay, but if you even try to do anything with him," Grell pulled a red chainsaw out who knows where, "I'll kill you." Angeline took a step back. Why does he have a chainsaw?
"Grell, why are you here?" Sebastian asked.
"Soul collecting, dearest Bassie!"
"Who is it?"
"No one you need to worry about Bassie! I just had to stop to say hi, love!" Grell replied enthusiastically.
"Stop that." was all Sebastian said.
Grell skipped past Sebastian toward Angeline and patted her head. "And you seem like an absolute sweetheart, so pretty too! I'll see you later!" Ge said, prancing off.
Angeline waved. "Bye, Grell!" She said as he skipped away.
"Angeline," Sebastian stared at her, dumbfounded. "Why on Earth would you want to be around that?"
"He's funny! And aside from his annoying antics of him being convinced you two are a couple, he seems like a good person. Also, I'll need to go to him for fashion advice," Angeline winked. "Shall we continue?"
Sebastian just shook his head in astonishment. He and Angeline finished the errand and went back to the manor with no more interruptions.
"Thank you for accompanying me," Sebastian said upon arriving at the manor. "Thank you for letting me," Angeline replied. She practically floated up to her room, she was in such a good mood. I wonder when I'll see Grell next, She wondered. She stopped short in the corridor, the melody invading her mind once again. London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down...She shook her head, clearing it out. It was nothing. Just came up randomly, Don't worry about Ash. She told herself. Still frightened, she slowly made her way to her room, looking out every window to make sure the accursed angel wasn't there. It was nothing. It was nothing. It was nothing.
Grell! Why is your hair so long and beautiful! I want to brush it and play with it and braid it! WILL YOU BE MY GAY BEST FRIEND!? *ahem* lawl Grell is fabulous. Time for some review responses:
Hagen Mocha Crystal: I'm so happy you like it, regular reviewer! And yes, Sebastian is fun to tease. :3
"Guest": I'm glad you like it!
Honeymilk8: Thanks for looking into my OC's! Thanks for the advice, I'll keep it in mind! Also, thanks for putting up with my ranting in the last chapter's author's notes. Haha... *embarrassed* Love ya! CreepyStalkerFangirl