Kuro6
Angelique added the sheets to her laundry list and made sure to get them replaced and washed before any of the other servants could notice. She had decided to help out as much as she could with the normal chores and to help prevent the disasters that she learned were fairly prevalent in the house.
In the quiet she had started humming to herself, but when a feeling of dread crept over her, she lost the notes.
She stood near her laundry basket folding the now dry sheets, grasping at the fabric determinedly.
She almost let the feeling over take her as it grew. She clutched at her heart as fear blossomed there.
Fear for what she'd done with him, fear that she'd actually enjoyed it, and fear that she desired him still, flooded her veins, threatening to pull tears from her eyes.
She took a deep breath calming herself down. Closing her eyes she rejected the feelings of lust he'd instilled in her heart.
"Are you alright?" A curious voice startled her eyes open.
Turning to see Mey-Rin she sighed "Yes, yes I'm fine."
"Alright." The maid said suspiciously "I just saw you go all still like that an' I thought somethin' was wrong."
Angelique put on her best smile "I was just distracted with my own thoughts is all."
The sharpshooter turned maid smiled back "Alright then! I do the same thing, no need to worry." She crept closer and lowered her voice "Just don't let Sebastian catch you doing that. He's very strict"
The angel raised an eyebrow "Really now? I'll be sure to watch out for him."
The two laughed and continued in their work, exchanging polite conversation.
Angelique smiled at the good natured girl, knowing all too well that her current demeanor was deceiving.
She had taken the time to research each of the servants before coming back to England with her young mistress.
Finny was by far her favorite. Such a gentle soul trapped in a powerful body, at no fault of his own. None of the servants in fact were at fault for their past circumstances.
The hardest one to read by far was Snake. She had come across one of his slithering friends in the kitchen one day.
She bent down to be eyelevel with it as it rested in a bowl of fruit. The red of the apples reflected off of its white belly almost menacingly.
"Gazing upon forbidden fruit are we?" Sebastian had entered the kitchen from behind her. "Beware of the serpent darling, he may bite."
She hummed in sarcasm "Perhaps, but I haven't decided which one of you is the real snake."
He smiled darkly plucking an apple from the decorative bowl. "He may be in the form of one, but I can tempt you more. You are no different than Eve tempted by a new world of experiences at your fingertips. Will you resist? Or will you fall?" he held out the fruit to her, and she understood the symbolism.
"You charm me too much Sebastian." She said taking the bright red apple. "I have already fallen into your temptations."
"Angelique!"
She blinked snapping out of her memory "Forgive me young mistress. What is it you require?"
They were currently in the gardens enjoying a little free time. Ciel was reading over something in the newspaper and Amilé was working on her embroidery.
"You must be quite distracted for me to have to call your name twice." The young noblewoman chided.
The angel curtsied "I'm dreadfully sorry, but we still haven't heard anything about the fallen angels in some time and I was wondering where they were."
The girl nodded "I'm interested as well, but there is nothing I can do for the moment." She paused looking through her thread basket "Angelique, I seem to have forgotten my other case of floss, would you mind fetching it for me?"
The angel nodded.
"Sebastian, bring the Queen's last letter to me." The young Phantomhive boy requested.
"Yes, master."
Following the Angel into the manor Sebastian waited till they were out of sight to pin her against the wall.
"Do you mind?" she objected, squirming against his hold.
"Not at all." He smirked taking in her scent. And kissing her neck.
He trailed down her bosom and she gasped "Stop it! What if someone sees? This is hardly proper!"
He laughed "Is this what you were thinking about earlier? Your little lies may be sugary sweet to Amilé, but I am not so naïve."
She managed to push him away and marched down the hallway "Don't pretend to know me, demon."
His voice took on a taunting tone "Oh, but I have known you. All last night if you don't remember."
She shushed at him and practically ran up the stairs to Amilé's room hearing his laugh behind her.
"He's evil!" she told herself upon entering the quarters and searching for the small colored floss.
Bringing it back out to her mistress she noticed Sebastian already by Ciel's side.
His eyes met hers and she looked away again, something close to fear echoing somewhere deep in her mind. She chose to ignore it this time and shove it aside.
…
That night she retired to her room in the servant's quarters only to find Sebastian there first.
"Can I help you?" she asked sweetly.
He frowned "You're second guessing your decision? I must say, I didn't expect such frailty from an angel."
She looked away "I won't go back on our promise. I gave myself to you and I will be yours as long as you'll fight beside me. I regret nothing."
He neared her, backing her up against the door, holding her chin between his thumb and forefinger. "I don't trust your words Angel. I must know if you're committed to me, or else I might find myself betrayed and alone fighting a rogue angel, while you fly off to your home."
She glared at him and reached behind herself unbuttoning her dress. She swiftly dropped it round her feet and continued her fiery gaze. "Enough proof?"
He shook his head "Not yet."
…
The next morning she awoke finding him already gone. She stood and gazed up through the high basement window at the grey sky. She dressed for the day, but paused in shock while putting her hair up in a traditional up do.
Her dove feather hair pin was no longer adorned with airy white dove feathers, but instead with harsh black crow feathers.
She flitted one of the crisp feathers between her fingers and glanced at herself in the mirror.
Resolutely she picked it up and secured her hair.
"Good morning Amilé." She woke the young girl gently, stroking her silken curls.
Yawning modestly, the girl turned her eyes to the maid who was currently arranging her clothing for the day. Her focus was caught by the new addition to her image.
"Angelique! Your hair pin!" the girl cried excitedly.
The woman smiled "You said I could do with a bit of color my lady."
The girl tore off her covers and ran to the angel "Yes, but not black!" she pouted "I don't see why you must be so boring all the time." Holding out her hand she demanded "Give me that dull thing, we'll trade it for something better."
The Angel shook her head "No need to worry about my fashion young mistress. Instead, why don't you tell me what you want to wear today?" She held up two dresses, successfully distracting Amilé from her blackened hair pin.
…
Arriving in the kitchen she chose not to look at the butler as he leered from across the room. She continued her work in silence listening to the small talk of the other servants. They had not known her for as long as Amilé, nor as intimately as Sebastian, so none would comment on her change.
"I quite fancy that on you Mrs. Angelique." He mused once they were alone.
"Do you? I wonder why?" she breathed through clenched teeth. Her self-loathing, and indeed loathing for him, had not quite faded.
He chuckled softly leaning closer to her "I figured that if you have become a demon's mate, you might as well be marked appropriately. Call it a proof of our marriage since we wear no rings."
She moved away from him "Please stop calling it a marriage. I did not intend for it to be such."
"Very well, what would you call it?" he baited
"A covenant. That is all." She stated resolutely.
"Not a love affair?" he teased wanting to get a rise out of the heavenly creature.
"No, seeing as how you are incapable of love, it cannot be such. You do not love me and you never will." She sauntered out of the kitchen only to be blocked by his form in the hall way.
"You are correct dear angel. I cannot love you, I was not bestowed with the heart to do so." Catching her around the waist he whispered in her ear "But you angels…are you even capable of it yourselves?"
This time she gave in, drawing him closer "Hmm, you obviously don't know, that it is our very nature. If we fight against it, it makes us miserable."
She felt his chest vibrate with speech "Is that why you've been so at war with yourself then?" He tilted her chin up looking into her eyes "Don't fall in love with me angel. I won't be as kind as to return your sentiments."
She was left alone in the hallway and shook her head. "Never!" she vowed quietly to herself.
She had been fighting her nature of love and she knew it. Usually the love she felt for others was equal to that of kinship.
Angelique did however, find a deeper feeling stirred when she caught sight of him in tender moments.
One day when Ciel and Amilé went riding, Sebastian had helped her mistress from her saddle. He had been so much like a proper gentleman bowing to her as she curtsied her thanks.
He had saved Mey-Rin from toppling off a chair trying to reach a top cabinet, warning her to be careful.
She even caught him behind the manor with a little black wandering cat. She couldn't help but giggle as she watched him play with the feline's paws.
She felt her feelings welling up inside her and did everything she could to suppress them, but they always returned at the wrong times.
She also had a nagging feeling that they had been together forever, when in reality they had only known each other for a few months.
Along with her growing feelings, however, came growing shadows. Constantly creeping in to her conscience and leaving her distraught.
She awoke one night from a nightmare, sitting up and glancing around, finding herself quite alone.
Feeling frustrated at her now waking fears, she decided she would throw herself into the fire, metaphorically speaking, and face up to the cause of her haunted nights.
Sneaking into his room, she found him lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. "So this is what you do at night?" she whispered.
He sat up, slowly looking her up and down "Most nights, yes."
She sat down on his bed curling her legs up underneath her "Don't you get bored?"
He shrugged "Why do you think I've been seeking entertainment so eagerly from you?"
She pouted "I'm your entertainment?" An idea crossed her mind "I thought I was your wife."
His eyebrow raised, "I thought it was you that swore this wasn't a marriage."
"Yes, I did, but now I see some advantage in calling myself your wife." She began undressing him slowly.
Playing temptress was surprisingly natural to her, and she felt fear dissipating into lust. 'Might as well' She thought to herself.
"You sly little minx. Who would have thought you could be this way." He grinned "It's quite diverting for me."
She let an angelic smile loose before batting her eyelashes slowly and beckoning him toward her. He obliged moving forward and kissing her. She backed away a little more and took his cursed hand in hers.
Lifting it to her lips she heard him growl "Don't."
She looked up coyly "Don't what?" her lips made contact with the mark and he felt his heart lurch in sudden desire for her. She slid her mouth down his fingers and slipped two between her lips and over her tongue.
"Your power is astounding, angel." He gently plucked his hand from her and lifted her into his lap. "We might be caught tonight making too much noise. Unless…" He caught her up in his arms and suddenly they were in another grand room far from anyone else in the manor.
"That was unnecessary." She quipped as she heard the door lock and he put her down on the large bed. "I am not by any means a screamer."
Hovering over her he whispered "Are you sure?"
…
"Let me see your wings."
She almost laughed out loud.
Here they were in the middle of love making, and he decides to whisper that in her ear.
She stilled, looking into his eyes questioningly. "Oh? I didn't think you'd want to be reminded that I'm an angel." He held her in his lap facing him with her legs curled around his frame.
He let a sinister smile slink over his lips. "I just want to see them. Call it masochism, but I'd like to see what I can never be, while I lavish it in pleasure."
Slowly her wings appeared and unfurled as she shifted her body pushing him down onto the mattress. "Fine, but if I have my wings out I remain on top. I don't want them ruffled."
"I can't imagine a better way to view them." Shoving his hips upwards he delighted in seeing her wings spread at the sudden shock and pleasure he provided.
He continued his play wanting to see the effect her release would have on the feathered appendages.
She was close, so very close judging on the way her hands were clawing at his chest.
Digging his black nails in to her hips he pushed harder in to her watching her begin to be overcome by feeling. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as her muscles contracted and she squirmed above him. Her wings flew open and stretched to their fullest, flapping a few times, before retracting and shuddering.
They shook with every movement he made and he watched them as he sat up, catching her into his chest feeling her pulsations around him. Her forehead rested on his shoulder "Like what you see?"
"Hm, yes" he confirmed "Though, a view from behind might reveal a little more."
She raised her head "You cad! You'd only ruin them."
…
The next day she once again washed bedding and hid evidence of their actions. She attended to her mistress and watched carefully as a letter from the queen was presented to Ciel.
"What is it?" Asked an eager Amilé. "Is it another case?"
"Yes." Ciel folded the crisp paper onto his desk. "Apparently men have been disappearing from London and reportedly an Irish gang is reported to be behind it. I am to find out the truth and report to her majesty."
Amilé clapped her hands "C'est Bon! Please, I want to help."
Ciel sighed "And what makes you think I'd need your help?"
The girl held her head high "You're not the only one with a supernatural being by your side. Besides, this kind of work is what I do back in France." She smiled at his shock. It was the first time she'd let on to knowing Sebastian was a demon. "And, if I might add, Angelique hails from Ireland and would be very useful in your investigations."
Ciel looked unconvinced and shrugged "If you must. Just stay out of my way"
She curtsied quickly "Of course cousin."
"CIEL!" A shrill voice called out from the study door way.
A blonde ball of sunshine, namely Elizabeth Midford, stood in the open doors.
"Lizzy?" Ciel choked in shock. He stood to greet her.
"Yes! I've come to see you my love." She rushed forward hugging him tightly.
"Lizzy, please." He protested, knowing it was no use.
Catching sight of Amilé she turned to him accusingly "Who's she?"
Amilé curtsied "I am a distant cousin of his by marriage. I have been helping him with work as of late…"
"You? Helping him with work?" Elizabeth rounded on Ciel and Amilé immediately regretted speaking.
"How come you never let me help you? Why have I never met her before? You never tell me anything!" she sounded close to tears and Ciel was at a loss for words.
Angelique offered a handkerchief to the young girl "Miss Elizabeth, My mistress Amilé, is from France, and has wanted to learn more about the Funtom Company in hopes of starting her own business in her homeland. Please do not be distressed, this is only a temporary arrangement."
Lizzy nodded "Oh, Ciel, I'm sorry."
He sighed taking the handkerchief from her clutching hands and patting her cheeks lightly.
Angelique looked fondly at the two before glancing up at Sebastian. His eyes were already on her and she lost her breath. He was so sinister looking it scared her, but something in her wanted nothing more than to drag him into the house and lock her body around his.
She dismissed the thought and looked to her ward. The girl was smiling at Elizabeth and comforting her. I hope I'm not endangering her. Angelique thought grimly.