**Author's Note: Please do not shoot me for not uploading in such a long time. life got quite busy what with exams, but they are all done now so holidays are coming up soon, so I may update or I might start a new story. I have no idea where this one is going, serves me right for not planning at all. Anyway sorry again. You gotta know the disclaimer by now, so on we go...**
No one's P.O.V.
"Sebastian." Feeling the sensation of being summoned, Sebastian silently crept to Cat's bedroom, where Ciel was meant to sleep.
"You called."
"What have you found out about Miss Catherine? You've spent some time with her I gather."
"That is correct young master. It seems that we have found her, she has the promised power. And what's more our suspicions were correct. She is an immortal." He lifted his hand to his chin, in that thinking position he often held. "I would imagine that it is to the same extent as myself, meaning that she cannot be killed via normal means."
"Offer her a position at the mansion." His eyes cold, determined. He knew what he wanted.
"May I ask which position should be awarded?"
"Secretary, also mention that I will employ her to paint Elizabeth and help with branding for the company, that should at least sweeten the deal. Tell her everything, about me and the queen. It'll save time later." Sebastian knelt on one knee, his hand over his heart.
"Yes, my lord." Sebastian made a move to leave.
"Oh and Sebastian... don't forget to thank Grell. His assistance was most helpful in locating her." Sebastian gave a small, quiet glare at his contractor.
"...Yes, my lord."
Cat's P.O.V.
"Ben... I love you very much too, now go to sleep." I told the dog in my head for the umpteenth time this night. I swear tomorrow I'll just make myself telepathic and make him normal again. All he seems to think about is when his next meal is or how much he loves me. I can't do this any more. It was an awful idea to make an animal, smart as he was, telepathic. An animal is still an animal after all. I rolled over expecting to be greeted by welcoming cushions and a mattress... only it was the floor. I had fallen off the sofa. A quiet chuckle came from the kitchen. I roughly sat up, my hair in my face. "Shut up. It's all your fault for offering me money to stay here for a while. I could be tucked up in my bed, nice and warm without a care in the world but no I have to give up my house to some butler, his strange friends and that." I pointed to Benny out cold on the floor, snoring happily. His body in a tangle of blankets.
"In theory couldn't you just make a bed then change it back later." Sebastian seemed mildly amused.
"No because it takes a lot of energy and I don't own much caffeine or sugar for the needed boost. I said I can make something out of nothing, and while that may be true, it still takes a lot of energy to rearrange the molecules that the thing is made out of, let alone create molecules. It's okay for demons all they have to do is wave a bit of cloth then eat yet another soul and everything is hunky-bloody-dory!" I snarled at him, panting from my outrage. My temper was awful, but it felt good to complain.
"I'm guessing you're not in the most agreeable mood today, are you Cat?" I gave him a look. I gave him my best glare, after about a minute of so he gave up any eye contact. I out stared a demon, I gave a demon a death glare and it worked. I am so proud, I could cry.
"No I'm not in the best mood. I am sleep deprived, my house is full of strange 'men' and a demon, and I have work tomorrow. I really don't have the energy to work." I sighed.
"Why don't you just find another job?"
"Do you have any idea how hard it is for a female like me to become employed without becoming a prostitute or a maid? I already have two jobs. Thankfully the tavern is closed until next week as Alfred had a tantrum. So now his is mourning his long dead wife once more."
"Actually I have been told to offer you a position at the young master's mansion. You would work as a secretary, assisting me, normally when there isn't a case. However when there is one you are to help assist in solving it. Also the young master wishes for you to paint his fiancée, and assist in re-branding the company." He smirked at the intense joy shaking over my face.
"... I accept, however I need to arrange someone to look after the house and Alfre-." I interrupted myself, frowning. "Case?"
"The young master, Ciel Phantomhive is the Queen's watchdog. His duty is to control the underworld in the name of Her Majesty the Queen."
"Hang on he has you, a demon. So why pray tell do you need me?" Sebastian sighed.
"Although a demon can make objects appear in the blink of an eye, they need to experience it first, or at least have a few attempt to make it accurately. You, however, do not. Your mind can comprehend the unimaginable. The young master wishes to utilise your gift in order to achieve his goals." My nose wrinkled.
"What's in it for me?"
"The protection from those forcing to you to make those soul traps, a job away from those hooligans and you can paint."
"What about my pay?"
"You will be paid accordingly to that of a secretary, you will also be paid commission for each case you help to solve."
"So more than I have now?" I grinned.
"Yes, I would imagine so."
"I still need to organise care for Alfred."
"Do not worry we will take care of that for you."
"Can I bring Ben with me?" He gave me a look to say 'ask the young master'. "By the way, is Grell a shinigami?"
"Cat, I understand you have been around a long time and so you are very perceptive. Indeed that repulsive thing is a shinigami." He paused, almost to cut off the conversation completely. "Now if I may ask, how well can you fight?"
"Depends."
"On what?"
"On what I'm fighting of course." I winked at him then clambered back onto the sofa to go to sleep.
The next morning,in a field a few miles away from Abbyviel village, a powerful war cry could be heard from all around.
I panted heavily. I was never good at hand to hand combat. I need weapons goddamn it! Ruffling my hair, I went on to pull my goggles into place, then transformed my dress into tightly fitting trousers and a blouse, I grinned. I looked like a pirate. "If we're doing this I'm using my powers too. Is it ok to use weapons? I'm going to use the metal I would normally use, I'm just telling you because its similar to a death scythe." Ciel's eye widened at my short display of power, then nodded. "Excellent." I grinned once more. I clapped my hands together then slowly pulled them apart, while flexing my fingers in a rhythmic fashion. A bright light formed then a large sword appeared, the metal was golden bronze with a heavily sharpened edge. The edge was serrated and it frequently and equally wobbled and curved like waves in the sea, to give perfect symmetry. Leather flowed from the handle and gentle wrapped around my wrist and arm. Then for a finishing touch I formed a small silver charm that hung from a thin chain on the cross guard. The charm was a small disc with the symbol of my cult engraved on each side. The whole process took around half a minute. Undertaker clapped while giggling quietly. I'm such a show off.
"I thought you said that making something took a lot of energy."
"Technically she has already made it, that was just her being dramatic while pulling it out of the dimension pocket she's made." Damn you, Benjamin. Everyone thought I was really cool too.
"It's true. As a challenge may I also fight Grell? I haven't fought a demon and a Death God at the same time for around 200 years."
"...Just how old are you?" Ciel asked. I blushed, suddenly feeling the heat of embarrassment.
"A lady never tells her age." I leaned into Sebastian and whispered "I was alive in the 3rd Century, how about you?"
"Lets just say I'm only slightly older than you." Smirking he stepped back, into Grell. Needless to say Grell giggled and blushed.
"I always dreamed of the day that we would fight along side each other, Sebas-chan. It's so romantic. Just like last night..."Sebastian physically shuddered at the memory.
Flashback
"Oh and Sebastian, don't forget to thank Grell. Its assistance was most helpful in locating her." Sebastian gave a small, quiet glare at his contractor.
"...Yes, my lord." Sebastian opened the door to the upstairs landing. His master's order was absolute whether he liked it or not, it was just a shame that the young master was nearly as much of a sadist as he was. Tapping on Grell's bedroom door, Sebastian closed his eyes. He was mentally preparing himself.
The door creaked open to reveal Grell. The yellow-green eyes widened and brightened at the sight of Sebastian.
"What could this be?! A handsome man knocking on the door of a beautiful maiden at this hour? Is it a trist?" Grell gave his cheshire cat grin.
"Don't be so vulgar. Although I am here to pay you for your assistance in allowing us to use that book." Sebastian grimaced. "As agreed by my master and you, I am yours for an hour to do with as you wish." He nearly chocked on the words. Never in his many years as a demon did he have to be put in such a disgusting position by the very contractor that wanted his strength and power.
Grell tapped his chin in thought. "Ooh what should we do?... what to do?" Then a eureka moment flashed on the shinigami's face. Without saying a word he grabbed Sebastian's collar pulling him closer. Needless to say Sebastian once again grimaced. Grell moved in closer to Sebastian for a kiss. A shadow like black aura crept out from behind Sebastian. He's had enough for one night. "Bassy, you're going demonic..." Grell whispered in a hushed, frightened tone.
"Oh I wonder why..." A venomous retort was spat.
The next hour was spent with Sebastian sat on Grell's bed while reading a book, and said shinigami was sat in the corner all bruised and battered. When the time was up Sebastian went to walk out of the room, however Grell had another idea. He pounced in front and pecked the demon on the cheek. Then ran and jumped out of the window. The next hour and a half was spent disinfecting his contaminated cheek.
End of flashback
An arm suddenly extended in Grell's face. "Should we start now?" I was itching to start fighting. We stood facing eachother, me on one side and Grell and Sebastian on the other. I made the first move. I leapt into the air to come crashing down blade first onto Sebastian. Naturally he parried with his knives. The sound of a death scythe behind me made me aware of Grell from behind. I blocked his blow with my sword. The result was an awful metallic screeching sound.
"Why isn't it cutting your sword?!" I smirked.
"I told you, its similar to a death scythe. The only thing a death scythe cannot cut is another death scythe. Or something similar." I kicked Grell in the stomach causing him to fall backwards. Sebastian came in for another shot. I blocked then Grell came from the other side. In order to keep up I jumped high in the air. Using the time I split my symmetrical sword down the middle. A sword for each hand. The resulting swords looked similar to a katana. The next stage of thee fight was constant blocking and slashing. I landed a hit on Grell's face, causing him to squeak in pain.
"What sort of madman goes for a lady's face?!"Grell yelled and fell to his knees nursing the slash that would most likely leave a scar.
"One down then..." The battled continued with just me and Sebastian for about five minutes. Mainly with me running and jumping away. I could tell he was holding back. I've seen demons dance with glee many times, but Sebastian was merely standing at the sidelines checking his pocket watch, waiting for the ball to end. Besides his eyes didn't flash once. I was getting bored. "Come on Sebastian. Don't hold back, you can't kill me with your bare hands you know. I can take the pain a devil may serve." I shouted at him. He smirked.
"Very well, if you insist." His eyes flashed. The pace of the battle changed instantly. This was a devil dancing. We were moving much faster now, blows were being exchanged more frequently. Using both of my swords I slashed his torso. In a split second I could have sworn that I saw him wince. My shock was my down fall. He stabbed me with numerous items of silverware. I fell to the floor. Sebastian pounced and straddled me. Then raised a clawed hand. He was genuinely having fun letting just a small portion of his demonic side out. I wondered when the last time was. He was about to rip into me when Ciel stopped the demon in his tracks.
"Sebastian enough! That's and order!" Ciel yelled, he was obviously a little panicked. Sebastian's eyes returned to normal and he flashed me his signature smile. He lent back, still straddling me.
"That was a very enjoyable battle Miss Catherine. People don't normally last as long as that when I'm in that state." He stood up and offered a hand. I accepted. I used my power to heal my wounds and fix my clothes. Then in a bright light, I put my swords back into one piece, then sent it back to the pocket. I have to be careful about leaving them lying around. I looked over to see Grell still hunched over. I went over and crouched down next to him.
"I guess I have gotten rusty, but one out of two ain't bad. Grell, sorry about your face. I can heal it for you so that it won't scar." He nodded gratefully. I golden light flooded through my hands and onto Grell's face. Within a minute it was back to normal. I produced a small mirror so I could show him my handiwork. He was delighted.
"I'm very impressed Catherine. I'm sure Sebastian has already extended the offer of you joining us in the manor as head maid. I would very much like to invite you to join my household."
"Can I bring Ben?"
"The dog or the man?"
"The dog. Obviously." I rolled my eyes. Ciel smiled mischievously at Sebastian.
"Of course you can bring him. I'm not allergic to dogs so I don't see why not. Seeing as he's so well trained maybe he can aide you and Sebastian in your duties." I glanced at Sebastian. He was not happy. Not at all.
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