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Original Post Date: 9/5/2018
Grammar editing: 9/27/2018
Story Editing: 11/15/2018
Editing: 08/21/2019
Editing: 07/24/2020
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Chapter 13
Sebastian dumped me on the mattress, smirking, "Shall I venture a question regarding where it is you dashed off too?"
"Um..." I pushed myself up on my elbows, debating on if I should say anything. I was so incredibly worked up just seconds ago over everything with Undertaker, only to have Sebastian very touch ground me, and now his eyes were working me up again in vastly distinct ways.
"Mafdet, do you relish provoking me?" Sebastian Removed one of his gloves with his teeth, making me gulp.
"You made me angry... I've been touchy all day." I eyed him while he discarded his tailcoat and vest.
"Has my 'Madam' started to demonstrate genuine sentiment?" He sounded amused though his face was smug.
"I took on a request thinking it would chill me out." I volunteered that knowledge in a moderately whiny pitch.
"Request?" Sebastian inquired as he shed his dress shirt.
"Something simple, spent the day at the library, investigating the client's family history." My sights were fixed on his chest as I spoke. He's performing his whole whisper and trap thing, collecting information from me. Ordinarily, that doesn't work on me, though presently its more than working.
"Pardon me, 'Wife,' however, I require that you receive punishment for running off." He took off his footwear while he unhitched his trousers.
"Sebastian, while being called wife is amusing, why are you calling me that?" I observed his fingers intimately as he forced his Trousers downward.
"Consider it a component of punishment."
"Part of th-" I was cut off by Sebastian's lips. Forcing me down toward the mattress as he shoved his tongue inside my mouth.
There must be something wrong with me because I love his punishments. Sebastian shifted his mouth to my jawline, peppering me with his kisses. Sebastian waisted no time to destroy my shorts at the crotch and roughly put in his finger electing instant moans from my mouth. I was instantly wet enough to coat Sebastian's fingers to the point of dripping down into his palm.
"I will be harsh with you' wife,' so you may continue to feel me within your quivering walls long after I have ravished it whilst every additional hole is stretched to the brim and oozing with my essence."
Something admittedly must be sinful regarding me because those words made me finish right then in there.
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That next morning Sebastian got Ciel ready to go to the circus for their test. It was amusing to think about Ciel pelted with rocks during that whole endeavor.
"What are you looking at?" Ciel said, annoyed.
"A little boy who can't smile." I laughed but cringed a bit after, laughing was somewhat painful. Sebastian kept his word about feeling it long after he was done with me. My whole body ached. While in bed, it was a pleasurable ache. However, once I was up and walking around, it differently wasn't pleasurable.
Ciel glared at me for about a minute before walking away for me.
"Smile, Smile's," I said to his back. Sebastian looked at me in concentration.
"Trust me, Sebastian, that statement will make you laugh later."
"Evil woman," Sebastian smirked, giving me a peck on the cheek as he walked out of the town-house with Ciel.
"Good luck, smiles!" Once they were gone, I went to the kitchen to feed myself. Sebastian had left a plate of food for me that was made to meet my new diet. I suppose the goal would be to get me to the point where I could eat the souls as Sebastian does.
"Oh, Miss Cara, you're still here?" I turned to see Angi.
"Not for long. I'm just eating quick, then I have something to do today. I'll be away from the house for about three or four days." Agni looked at me like he wanted to ask a question.
"What is it, Agni?"
"Oh, um, is Sebastian truly your husband?" Clearly, he didn't catch my exact words last night, but then again, I promised to be Sebastian's mate to the public eye, so I guess it's okay.
"Yes, why?"
"while the two of you seem close, you don't act as if you are married." Agni had a blush forming on his cheeks.
"How do married people act?" I questioned him as I finished up eating. I was feeling a bit off still, but I'll have to deal with that later.
"I don't think many husbands would refer to their wife as a miss, that, and he doesn't seem to show affection."
"Agni, him calling me Miss Cara is Sebastian's way of acknowledging I'm my own person, not just his wife. Here in England, wives and daughters are property. He is showing me that I am not." Agni looked thoughtful at that. "As for affection, he simply is also showing me respect by keeping our working hours around everyone, professional."
"So Sebastian is showing his love for you through such actions." I chuckled a bit at his reply.
"Yes, Agni."
"Sebastian sounds like a very kind and caring husband."
"Indeed, he is. To someone who doesn't really know Him or me, it can seem as if he doesn't care. But once you know why he does the things he does, you see the actions in a different light." I put my dishes in the sink. "Now, then, I'm off. I'll see you soon, Agni." Agni blushed as he bowed to me.
"I'll be sure to make something special for your return." I left the town-house and signed. Now all I need to do before going to see this Lord is talk to Undertaker. This should be lovely. It wasn't until I was about halfway to Undertakers that I realized Sebastian had shown me affection when he kissed me on the cheek before leaving this morning with Ciel. Bringing my hand up to my cheek, I blushed. It was even in front of Ciel.
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Standing outside Undertakers shop, I felt my anger rise. I really shouldn't bother with this now. I have three days to get this request figured out. Simultaneously, though, I need to be more level-headed about all this so that I don't intentionally put myself in harm's way. I had more than just myself to think about now. I couldn't give Sebastian what I had promised if I got hurt and would never forgive myself if I got hurt while caring for a child.
"Guess I should get this over with," I said flatly, reaching for the door. Before I could open the door, however, Undertaker swung it open.
"Little bird!" Undertaker said, shocked. He ushered me inside, sitting me down on one of the coffins.
"Speak, Adrian," I commanded. I didn't know what was wrong with me as of late. Being moody wasn't like me at all. I'd never commanded Undertaker to do anything.
"Forgive me, little bird. I thought your witch blood would protect you." Undertaker's voice was just above a whisper. He didn't seem bothered that I had commanded him but somewhat repentant.
"You took that risk out of what? Possessiveness?" Moving my hand through my hair, I sighed.
"Possessiveness? No, I thought perhaps the demon would try and mark you or breed." Undertaker kneeled in front of me, his hands on my knees.
"Adrian, I don't understand the risk. You hurt me." I put a hand on my chest. "We coupled as well, what if we had a child? you would hurt it as well." Undertaker looked up at me a moment and tilted his head.
"My dear, I'd never do such a thing." Do such a thing? What does that mean? Wasn't he doing just that when he inadvertently poisoned me?
"What do you mean by that?" I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Mafdet." Undertaker blushed for a moment. "When I took you, I didn't fill you."
"Fill?"
"My dear, unless you told me outright you wanted children with me, I'd never ..." he rubbed the back of his neck. "well, release inside you." Oh, that's why Sebastian reacted the way he did when I questioned why I was sticky. That stupid demon, he could have explained that to me, so I didn't feel ridiculous right now. Blushing, I looked away from him.
"I guess that makes sense on your part, but what if Sebastian did so?"
"You didn't notice?" Undertaker asked me baffled. He didn't address my question, though.
"Undertaker I have no experience with this, all I know about sex before doing it, is that it's how you create little people." Undertaker cleared his throat.
"Forgive me. I should have explained things to you." Both of us were blushing at the thought of what he would have had to explain. Not wanting to talk about that anymore, I just moved on from the topic.
"You also shouldn't have fed me your blood."
"Believe me, Mafdet, if I thought it would hurt you, I'd have not done it."
"I don't know if I should believe you."
"Then allow me to earn your trust back."
"Undertaker... what I told you before about my soul still holds true, but I don't think I can physically be with you for a while."
"I understand Mafdet, though I don't like it."
"I trusted you with my body, and you betrayed that trust." Undertaker stood up and signed, "He's restless." That was all he said before walking off. Sighing myself, I got up from the coffin,
"Restless, huh?" I took the top off the coffin I had been sitting on. Inside was a boy hooked up to Undertaker's contraptions. "Are you restless?" I Kneeled, resting over the side of the coffin. My arm dangled inside, the boy's dead eyes slide to look at me. "I guess you are." I caressed his face with the back of my hand. "I know you don't understand yet, but I'll be your demon and Undertaker your reaper when you wake up fully." I leaned further in so I could kiss his forehead.
"You mother him," Undertaker said from somewhere behind me.
"Is that bad?"
"No, I think it does him good." Undertaker came up beside me, placing his hand on my shoulder. In a way, this boy was kind of like our child, wasn't he?
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After leaving Undertakers, I headed to the address of this apparent Lord Bourbon. The address was the house next to Madam Red's old residence. I surmise this could have been intentional seeing as they have been listed at this address since approximately the period just before jack the ripper. If they had been looking into Sebastian already or even Ciel, it would make sense.
Standing outside the house, I huffed. "Now, how to get in and greet the Lord." If I had more time, I'd have looked up blueprints and the like. "Well, not getting anywhere just standing here, am I?" Sighing, I went to the servant's entrance that was located in the back. Tapping my chin, I looked at all the windows.
"Sebastian can since souls, so I should be able to as well, right?" Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, first muttering the spell to remain unnoticed. Followed by concentrating on picking up a soul. Not that I know what to look for or even what one feels like. I stood there for maybe twenty minutes before giving up. "Guess not then." Shrugging, I walked up to the door, opening it just enough to peek inside. "I have my spell, that should be enough."
I noticed that it was a kitchen; there didn't seem to be anyone around. Opening the door fully, I stepped inside, shutting the door behind me.
This kitchen seems showy like a model home on display. I briefly looked through the kitchen, noticing there wasn't any actual food being stored here — just the basics for show that would usually be on the counters.
"Strange" The layout was pretty typical for a London home. The sitting room, dining room, bedrooms, and all that were just like the kitchen, A display. There were things left out to make it look lived in, but anyone who bothered to look would see nothing in the drawls or wardrobes. Moving on to the study, it was the only room that seemed to have any signs of use in it. Sitting at the desk, I checked the first drawer. It was locked, but nothing a firm yank couldn't fix. Inside, there were files on Ciel, his family history, even the reports by the yard on his parent's death.
This all seemed like a setup. There weren't any servants here, and the whole house had an eery feel to it. The only problem was, why would there be so many files on Ciel and his family. Set up or no, I had to figure this out. The Story wasn't finished in my world, so there was no telling how this could play out.
A lot of this info wasn't even in the manga. There is even verification of birth for him. Looking further through the files, there was a report on Sebastian. In the report, it detailed his rule at Phantomhive. Plus the fact he was a demon. There was a detailed account of his summoning along with the files.
"How did they get all this?" I was unnerved. How had they gotten their information, plus the only ones that could know what happened were Sebastian and Ciel. There was nothing on the staff other than their necessary information. There didn't seem to be anything on me noted anywhere in the first drawer. It would make sense if they had full backgrounds on the other servants since they all had some type of combat skills. That was the very reason Sebastian hired them. All to keep his meal safe.
"they have all this information already. So why ask me about Sebastian? This house is clearly staged. But that doesn't mean they won't show to keep appearances." The first drawer I had been looking through was the kind that was similar to a keyboard area on a modern desk. This next drawer was to the left with another under it with the same on the right side.
There was nothing but herbs, chalk, and the like in the rest of the drawers. That might be strange to anyone else, but I recognized all these items as pagan tools.
"Now, why would a religious possibly royal family have all this?" Most of the herbs seemed to be medical grade. Having these items in the house was risky. Pope Innocent VIII denounced witchcraft as heresy in 1484, paving the way for many European religious groups to begin persecutions. In England, persecution of witches didn't formally start until King Henry VIII passed the Witchcraft Act of 1541, which had been succeeded by several other laws, the last of which was passed in 1735. That was eventually overturned by the Fraudulent Mediums Act of 1951, which was repeated in 2008 by EU Consumer Protection Regulations. Though many of the Acts against witchcraft were repealed in 1736, witch hunting still went on. In 1863, an alleged male witch was drowned in a pond in Hedingham, Essex.
"Guess now, I wait." looking around more as I remembered the rest of the house, the more my thoughts on all this being staged silicified. When I had first glanced at the room, it had seemed to the only one in use. But with the files being so easy to find and neatness of it all. It was as if the contents of the drawer had been laid out for whoever looked.
Sighing for what felt like the hundredth time, I rubbed my abdomen. My tailored to perfection high waisted shorts were tight, almost pinchy. It was just something else on my growing list of things that annoyed me. There was nothing else for me to do here. Summoning my scythe and kicking it back in the chair, I got comfy and waited for my prey.