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Chapter 4: Sebastian

"Sebastian. This is an order. Go feed."

"My Lord?"

"Go."

"Understood. I will be back as soon as I am finished."

It wasn't strange for the young master to send him away to feed, the boy had his moments, but tonight felt different almost as if it were a bad omen; however, thinking nothing of it Sebastian continued his way toward the world of the humans. Once a week he and the boy would come to this world to feed on a soul, the young demon would create a contract that was fast and easy while the elder demon would watch to make sure everything went as planned. When the contract was completed the youngling would take the soul while the raven would take the blood of the human, and because of him the term 'vampire' was born. It's laughable really, a demon forced to drink from humans instead of consuming their souls is unheard of, but anything will do.*

Once he had arrived to assiah, he took upon his human form with casual clothing of the year 2013. Walking around London the tall demon began to remember the times when the streets were filled with carriages and servants were behind their mistress or master. The way the Victorian era was filled with pride and the English and Americans were beginning to finally see eye to eye. The day that the young master took him out in public for the first time, the way those humans would look at the boy and pity him, the way they would judge the boy and torment him from behind, the way women would look at the boy with jealousy. Sebastian would look at them and smile but he cringed inside every time he to do so. After all the number one rule that the young boy told him: "Rule one, you must act like a perfect human, you must meet every gesture with a smile. You must be the perfect human to accompany a Phantomhive."

Rounding the street corner he found himself in front of a theater and a restaurant, as he began to walk away, he felt a soul staring right at him. Turning around his eyes landed on a woman in her early 20s. The young brunette seemed to be accompanied by her friends, but her gaze was solely on the male demon. He watched her as she began to look him and down, he could practically hear her thoughts as she began to critique his physique. As he chuckled, her attention was brought up to his face were a kind smile was placed on the flawless skin. As he began to walk away toward the alley way between the restaurant and theater, he could hear her timid steps as she slipped from the group she was with. Oh how naive the young are, they always seem to follow the most dangerous of humans and demons. They always follow.

Young master I have had my fill, I will return momentarily.

As soon as he sent those thoughts, he felt something drop, almost as if it were to be the last phrase he would ever tell the young demon in a long time. Without much further delay he set forth to Hell dropping a crippled body of the female in the alley way. As he began to draw some demonic blood from a small puncture wound he gave his right index finger, he heard a voice that made his whole body cringe of annoyance, honestly out of all the days that thing could have bumped into him in London it had to be today. Sighing he stopped producing blood to open the door to Hell, thinking about him actually setting even a piece of hair into Hell tempted him obtain a demon sword and kill himself. Turning around he found himself looking at nothing but the color red and a chainsaw. Sebastian could feel arms being wrapped around his neck as if he were a toy, the thing's disgusting face nuzzling into demon's neck and soft kisses being given, and that's where he snapped. Grabbing a hold of the thing's arms from behind his neck he twisted the hold and made him do a 160 which ended up him landing on his back with a loud complaint.

"Bassy~ now why would you treat a women such as myself in such a way, and here I thought you were a gentleman. Honestly men in today's age do not understand that women are fragile beings that should be handled with care, you sir have lost your touch on this. Huh? Where is the brat? Did you finally eat his soul? Finally now it can just be you and me Bassy~" his annoying voice began to resonate throughout the alley as he kept talking whilst the demon kept ignoring him; talking about how whimsical his life has been since he last saw the man none of which were of his concern. Feeling those chartreuse phosphorescent eyes watching the already annoyed demon, made him close to vomiting. As the crimson red eyes glared at him he began to squeal about how handsome it was of his lover to do that and Sebastian could do nothing but let his left eye twitch. Then and there his left hand began to glow confused he pulled off the white glove only to watch as the contract began to slowly disappear, his eyes were wide by the time a quarter of it was gone.

The raven couldn't remember how he had returned home, but he did remember being furious, confused, and feral like an animal looking for its prey. He remembered running toward the young master's bedroom only to find it empty, his nightgown was laid exactly where it was laid out earlier for the evening. He opened the bathroom door hoping, wishing for him to turn up to be somewhere in this place.

Bocchan? I have arrived yet I do not-

All of a sudden a searing pain began to ring throughout his head, the contract was gone and all saw was a scared face. A small face with porcelain skin, a small nose, cuts and bruises covering it, and two big blue eyes crying for help.

"I accept! Please! Help me!" a small hand reached for the figure clad in darkness, behind the cold iron bars as the figure walked closer to the young boy who called for him. Taking his small hand into the cold hand the figure could feel his blood in his veins, his muscle spasms, small goosebumps crawling up his arm and a fast heartbeat. The demon smirked as he smelled the young soul how. Wonderful. A soul of an innocent child who has been corrupted from the outside yet it still retains its innocence, what a naive child. "And does my master have a name to give me?"

"A name?" his voice was soft and hoarse as if scared to speak but the figure could feel so much power that would be able to be produced in a few years. "You don't have one?" I shaking his head at the youngling, he looked into those big eyes that cried for love, O child that is a thing that I will not be able to give you; the closest thing demons have to love is lust.

"Sebastian…" The demon looked at him straight in the eyes as he said a name. "Your name shall be Sebastian Micheals."

"And so it shalt be my lord, for I will grant your every wish, your every desire so long as this contract stays with us," grabbing hold of his chin with a cold bare hand, the figure now name Sebastian Micheals pulled the lone survivor to him and covered his right eye, and he screamed.

My eyes were wide open before I knew it and I found myself lying on the bathroom floor. Clutching my head I felt physical that I have thought I lost long ago, but yet there it was almost as if something was ripped from my very world, that something being the young demon.

*About the vampire thing, so people started to actually truly believe in vampires in the early 1800s but for now lets say it was around 1880s.