Ok, for everyone wondering what the OC, LeeAna, looks like; I have uploaded a pic of her on my DeviantART. Here she is: art/LeeAna-427606031
Now enjoy the third chapter!
Chapter 3
Sebastian entered the living room and sighed in annoyance. Blood had spilled all over the floors and splattered the walls. He would clean it up later, he decided as he picked up Ciel's body. He strode outside and a little ways away from his home. It wouldn't due to attract wild animals to his house.
"Dead 'master', missing arm, covered in blood? The raven must've figured out how to get out of a troublesome contract. Hmm?" LeeAna stood behind him, her blue hair fluttering in the soft wind.
"What are you doing here LeeAna? Abandoning your post could get you killed," Sebastian replied, flinging Ciel's corpse far away. "Besides, you could be in even more trouble for letting in a Reaper." Sebastian turned to face the female demon, a cold expression gracing his handsome features.
A smirk lay on her pale lips and she examined her long black claws. "I was getting bored so I seduced an eagle into taking over for me for awhile. And I thought you'd be happy to have your lover with you again."
Sebastian's eyebrows raised.
"Lover? What in Hell makes you say that?" Sebastian inquired.
"The way she talked about you. Although I must admit, I never thought of you to go after a woman." LeeAna gave a giggle.
Sebastian frowned.
"One: Grell is not my lover; two: Grell is not a woman, even though he seems to think otherwise; and three: I don't have preferences either way. I have never had feelings for any creature, male, female, or other," Sebastian scoffed.
LeeAna raised her eyebrow. "Yea, yea, keep thinking that."
Sebastian's eyes narrowed.
"Do explain your flippant remark," he requested, none too nicely.
"If you can't see it, yourself, there's no point in me telling you." LeeAna smiled.
Sebastian growled and his eyes flashed.
"You came here for a reason. Do not play games with me, you should remember your place!" Sebastian snapped.
LeeAna gave an exaggerated gasp covering her mouth. "Whatever makes you think I'm playing games with my superior?"
Sebastian turned. He did not have time for such annoyances; he needed to get back home to clean things up. Without so much as a goodbye, Sebastian began walking away.
"Give your lover a kiss for me, Raven!" LeeAna giggled and disappeared before Sebastian could react.
Sebastian flipped her off over his shoulder and stormed back home. The nerve of that demoness. He made it back to the living room and cleaned the blood off of everything.
There was a slight squeak of a floorboard behind him. Sebastian sighed.
"What is it Grell?" he asked without turning. Honestly he was getting tired, and for a demon that was difficult. Two years without respite, two years putting everything into cultivating that brat's soul, and now what energy he had left after the fight he was putting into regenerating his arm. Whatever Grell wanted had better be quick.
"Just wanted to know when you want to get the kid's soul... Sorry I interrupted..." Grell turned to walk back into the bedroom.
Now Sebastian felt guilty. What a feat. He caught up with Grell and placed his hand on his shoulder.
"I apologize for being short with you, Grell," Sebastian said, tipping Grell's head up so he could look into Grell's, rather beautiful, yellow-green eyes. "I require the rest of today to gather my strength and grow my arm back. If you wish to wait back on Earth you may."
Grell smiled. "It's ok, love. I'll stay."
Sebastian stepped back to a respectable distance.
"Very well. Do you need anything?" he inquired, charming smile in place.
"No. I need to be good." Grell pouted, giving a playful wink
Sebastian actually laughed at that.
"Alright," he replied. Looking into Grell's eyes was rather distracting. They were very cat-like in color. Such a beautiful color. Sebastian mentally shook himself out of his musings. "I need to rest."
Grell purred in his throat and walks back to his room. "See you in the morning, darling."
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Sebastian had rested nicely on the couch. It was, according to his pocket watch, morning now; given one couldn't tell time was passing in Hell, he always carried some time piece with him. His arm had grown back faster than expected. Sebastian flexed it and smiled. It was in good shape. Grell was still asleep in Sebastian's room, a smile plastered on his face.
After a quick stretch to make sure everything was fine, he made his way upstairs. He wanted to get to Ciel's soul as soon as possible. Sebastian stopped outside the doors to his room and knocked.
"Grell?" he called. No answer.
Sebastian sighed and opened the door. He entered the room and snapped his fingers, lighting the candles throughout.
"Grell," he said again, a bit louder than before. Grell tried to remain motionless but his blush could not be hidden. Sebastian heard the change in breathing and nearly rolled his eyes. Then he smirked. Sebastian walked up to the bed and leaned over the "sleeping" reaper. He gently brushed the hair from around Grell's ear and leaned in closer.
"Grell, if you do not wake up now, I will be forced to assume you dead and I will have to, regretfully, throw you out to be eaten by some of Hell's nastier creatures," Sebastian whispered in a deceivingly sweet tone.
Grell shot up. "I'm up!"
Sebastian chuckled.
"Excellent. We are leaving now," Sebastian said, turning on his heel and heading for the door.
Grell got off the bed, threw his red coat on around his elbows and followed Sebastian out. "Why are you still in your butler form, Bassy? Not that I don't like it, dear, it just seems that you'd be more comfortable in your true form." Grell laces his hands behind his head looking at Sebastian inquiringly. Sebastian glanced over at him.
"I don't mind either form. I generally keep my last human form until I enter another contract. It's not unusual for demons who make contracts to do so. Unless of course we took a truly hideous human form, which is rare," Sebastian explained. "Besides, I tend to spend much time in the human world when between contracts. I am certain humans would be alarmed were I to walk around in my true form."
"I guess, darling." Grell smiles.
Sebastian opened the front door and gestured for Grell to go first.
"Are there any ways to get into the Reaper's realm without alerting everyone?" Sebastian asked. He needed to be able to get in and out quickly. Just because he would do anything to get the brat's soul, didn't mean he would be reckless.
Grell pursed his lips as he thought. "I'm not sure, Bassy. You might have to think of something clever, darling."
Sebastian frowned slightly - how annoying. Would Grell be useful at all?
"Then we will stop by the Undertaker's shop. Maybe he will have an idea," Sebastian said. He led them through the wastelands and to the Gates of Hell.
LeeAna was there leaning against the gates, her claws tapping against her thigh, obviously bored.
"LeeAna, we need to get through, please," Sebastian requested. Though LeeAna got on his nerves quite a bit, he hardly hated her and tried to be polite most of the time. She smiled as she looked at the two. "Oh what a perfect moment for a picture; the lovers brought back together." She gave a teasing smirk towards Sebastian. Grell blushed and grabbed onto Sebastian's arm.
Sebastian sighed.
"Just open the Gates," he snapped. There was no point in arguing, it's not like she would listen. Besides, he still might need Grell and upsetting the reaper would be counterproductive.
"Fine, be that way." LeeAna crossed her arms and opened the gates.
Sebastian smiled at her.
"Thank you," he said, and walked with Grell up the long, winding road. As they reached the end, he turned to Grell and, without warning, scooped Grell into his arms bridle-style. Sebastian hopped up the wall and through the opening of Hell into the field of flowers.
Grell blushed red as his hair, giggling. "Oh, Bassy!"
Sebastian looked down at Grell.
"We must hurry to London. Can you keep up with me or not?" he asked. It wasn't too much trouble carrying Grell, and his hair was soft…Sebastian frowned slightly. He didn't want to carry Grell if he didn't need to, especially with those thoughts showing up. Sebastian wondered if it was because he hadn't eaten in a while.
Grell's eyes flashed a hint of mischief and he pouted. "I don't think I can keep up with you, darling~."
Sebastian nodded.
"Very well," he said. He shifted Grell in his arms slightly and began sprinting towards London at full speed. Why did Grell have to smell so good? The wind was making the scent waft his way. Was that perfume or natural? Sebastian mentally growled at himself to stop thinking such things and focus on the task at hand. Damn Demon senses. Grell snaked his arms around Sebastian's neck, holding on tightly and giggling.
_††_
It didn't take long to reach Undertaker's shop. Sebastian set Grell down, opened the door, and walked inside.
"Undertaker, are you in?" he called.
"Eehehehe! Welcome Master Butler, and Miss Sutcliff," Undertaker cackled, pushing open the lid of a coffin leaning against the back wall.
"May I assume Master Butler here is no longer Master Butler?" Undertakerasked, wandering over.
"I am no longer under contract, yes," Sebastian acquiesced.
"And Grell helped?" Undertaker inquired, grinning madly. Grell was still blushing like mad from his little ride but nodded.
"Then why have you stopped by?" Undertaker asked, tilting his head to the side.
"Grell informed me Ciel Phantomhive's soul is in the hands of reapers. I need a way to get to it," Sebastian explained. Undertaker chuckled darkly.
"That's truuuue. But what makes you think I will help a noxious beast steal a soul?" Undertaker snickered. Sebastian frowned.
"I will pay generously," he offered. Undertaker merely shrugged, then laughed loudly.
Grell walked up to Undertaker. "Come on, Undertaker. Please? For me?" Grell bated his false lashes. Undertaker, presumably, raised an eyebrow.
"I already did one favor for you, my dear. Maybe if I had a reason to help, I would. I can't see this turning out funny for me in any way," Undertaker explained.
"As I said, I will pay you," Sebastian tried again. Undertaker tapped his chin.
"But if I help you, and you fail, Grell could be hurt. That would be awful, she's rather amusing after all," Undertaker grinned.
Grell blushed and looked at Sebastian. "What should we do, Bassy?"
Sebastian shook his head.
"We'll go anyway. I have no issue with fighting off every reaper in my way if I have to," Sebastian growled. He turned to leave.
"Fine, fine, fine. I'll help," Undertaker gave in. "There might be something amusing in it if we succeed, hehehe."
Grell looked at the legendary reaper and threw his arms around him. "Oh, thank you, honey!"
Undertaker pat Grell's head. Sebastian glared, even more so when he realized he was slightly pissed off by Grell's actions and didn't know why.
"Yes, well, it's something different to do. I'll lead the way, ehehe," Undertaker giggled. He stepped back from Grell and produced his scythe from thin air.
"Follow me," Undertaker instructed. He made a slice through the air, forming what looked like a tear leading onto a beach. Undertaker grinned at them and stepped through. Sebastian followed close behind. He was eager to get at Ciel's soul. Grell walked through after smiling brightly at Sebastian.
They stood on a beach by the cliff the Reaper Library sat upon.
"How do we get in?" Sebastian asked. He remembered the place from when he and Grell had chased Angela, but they had gotten caught fairly quickly. Undertaker grinned.
"There's a way in only I know of. I used it to sneak my scythe out, ehehehe," Undertaker cackled. He walked up to the cliff-side and began tapping at the stones. Suddenly there was a low rumbling and a section of rock moved aside, revealing a passage.
"Here we go," Undertaker said, and entered.
Grell giggled. "Wow, Undertaker, you are quite the sneaky one!" Grell kept close to the silver-haired reaper.
"That's why I'm a legend, my dear," Undertaker grinned. Sebastian caught up and walked beside Grell.
"Is this how you snuck in before to drop off those records?" Sebastian asked.
"Indeed it iiiis, hehehe," Undertaker replied. The tunnel was quite dark and wound in several directions before ending at a set of stairs. Undertaker led them up and opened another door. He peeked out to check that the area was clear.
Grell waited patiently to be given the all clear, his eyes fixed on Undertaker. Sebastian growled low in his throat; though he quickly stopped when he realized what he was doing.
"All clear, for now, ehehe," Undertaker giggled. He opened the door further and led them out. They were in a cavernous room, light-filed room. There were bookshelves covering all the walls, and each was filled to the brim with books.
"To the right here leads to the Special Cases," Undertaker explained. "There will be someone on duty, but I can subdue them easily." Sebastian merely nodded and continued to follow the Undertaker, who was strolling calmly down a narrow walkway.
Grell looked at Sebastian. "Did I hear you growl, darling?"
"Of course not," Sebastian replied stolidly. Undertaker turned and shushed them, though the grin led Sebastian to believe he had heard everything. He frowned.
Undertaker gestured for them to stop when they came to a corner. He peered around the edge of the bookshelf, then looked back at them.
"I'll take care of this," he said with a quiet laugh. Undertaker swept around the corner.
"Who goes there? Oh, Undertaker! I'm sorry sir, I didn't recognize y-" the sound of a man's voice was cut off by a loud thwack. Sebastian rounded the corner to see a non-descript reaper lying dead on the floor.
"He'd have talked otherwise," Undertaker explained. He took the keys at the reaper's belt and began opening the locks on the door the man had been guarding.
Grell's eyes widened slightly. "Mmm, you don't mess around do you, honey." He followed Undertaker to the door.
"If we're going to get the Little Lord Earl's soul we must be quick, dallying is no good in this situation, my dear, heheheh," Undertaker chuckled. Sebastian frowned slightly.
Undertaker finally got the door unlocked and pushed it open. Inside was a dark, musty smelling room with only one, rather large, bookcase. Sebastian followed the Undertaker in and began searching the books.
Grell looked through the books as well. He saw one that stood out and pulled it from the shelf. "Bassy? I think I found it."
Sebastian hurried over and took the book from Grell. Undertaker peered over his shoulder.
"Yes, that would be it," Undertaker confirmed.
"Thank you, Grell," Sebastian said sincerely. He opened the book and Ciel's cinematic records burst forth.
Grell looked through them. "Wow, I knew he was a brat but this surprises me!" He saw where Ciel had slapped Sebastian, and he clenched his fists. "How dare he?!"
Sebastian smirked.
"And that is why I will enjoy devouring his soul," Sebastian said. He caught the end of the record and tipped his head back; his eyes began to glow and his fangs lengthened. Sebatian's jaw dropped open wide, much like a snake unhinging its jaw, and dropped the end of the record in. The rest began to follow.
Suddenly, the cinematic record was ripped from Sebastian's grasp, a pair of glorified hedge clippers replaced it. "I thought something was off. But this surprises me."
Sebastian coughed and stumbled back slightly. Undertaker turned.
"Ah, William. How nice of you to join us, ehehe," Undertaker snickered, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"Will! I-" Grell was cut short as William glared at him threateningly. "The only thing I want to hear from you, Mr. Sutcliff, is your resignation." William looks back to Sebastian and adjusts his glasses with a click.
Sebastian glared at Will, his eyes flashing.
"You have no right to take that from me, Spears," he snarled. His nails had grown longer and sharper.
"Of course I do, you are a demon. My job is to keep all souls away from your kind." William's usually cold eyes had changed to ice.
"He made a contract with me. That means his soul is mine! I thought reaper's respected humans free will?" Sebastian snapped. He took a few threatening steps forward. Undertaker was glaring at Will from beneath his bangs.
William retracts his 'scythe' and adjusts his glasses with the blade. "Such rules do not apply to souls' whose host have been turned into a demon." Grell furrows his brow. "Yes they do, Wi-" Grell gasps as William's shears plunge into his stomach.
Sebastian roared and lunged at Will, silverware flying. Undertaker came from the other side, swinging his scythe at Will's legs. William expertly dodged every attack. Grell took a deep, strangled breath and summoned his scythe. He tried to stand but the pain was overwhelming. Will had been careful not to mortally wound him, but hurt him just enough so he couldn't fight.
Sebastian's demonic energy shot out at Will, manifesting as black tentacles.
"I have wanted to kill you from the beginning, Spears," Sebastian snarled, beginning to transform into his true form.
"I am disappointed in you, William. I had high hopes that you would be one to uphold all rules, not just ones that suit you," Undertaker sighed. He jumped up against a wall and back flipped. He brought his scythe down towards Will's chest.
William moved out of the way at the last second and was behind Grell, his shears open and around the red-head's throat. "Back off, demon. I'll do it."
Grell's eyes went wide and his breathing quickened. Sebastian and Undertaker froze.
"Why are you so adamant about keeping Ciel's soul from me?" Sebastian asked, his eyes darting from the scythe at Grell's throat, to Will.
"It's my job." Will's grip on Grell's hair tightened, as the reaper tried to get away. Tears pricked at Grell's eyes as he looked at Sebastian.
"Let him go. We'll leave," Sebastian placated, his demonic energy lessoning. Undertaker seemed surprised by this (well, as far as one could tell).
Grell shook his head. "No, Sebastian! You worked hard for the brat's soul-ugh…" William pulled the red locks harder.
Sebastian growled.
"Let Grell go, Spears," he demanded. He had to find a way to get Grell away from Will and get Ciel's soul. Undertaker quietly assessed the situation.
"Sutcliff is an active reaper, he belongs here. I'll let him go when you are gone." He brought his shears closer to Grell's throat.
Sebastian's eyes narrowed. This was a troublesome situation. As he began backing towards the door, he noticed Undertaker inching towards Will's left. Trying not to bring attention to the Legendary Reaper, Sebastian raised his hands up in surrender.
"I will leave, but how will I know Grell will be safe?" he asked.
"That's the catch, demon, you don't. But I can guarantee he won't be if you stay any longer. And take him with you." William's eyes shifted to Undertaker.
In the instant Will looked away, Sebastian was behind him, claws around his throat.
"Well, isn't this interesting. How are we ever going to get out of this mess?" Sebastian hissed, eyes turning magenta. Undertaker snickered.
William went stiff for an instant, then chuckled. "Well played, demon, well played." Will kept his grip on Grell though. "But what do you do when you're opponent isn't afraid to take someone down with him?"
Sebastian growled lowly.
"What makes you think Grell couldn't be healed, William?" Undertaker asked with a grin.
"As I tear you to pieces Grell could easily be saved by Undertaker," Sebastian sneered.
"Even a reaper can be killed if mortaly wounded with a Death Scythe. I just have to squeeze the handle and he's dead." William stated menacingly. Grell shook with fear.
"Ah, but did you know one can be brought back, if one has the right tools?" Undertaker replied with a cackle.
William raised an eyebrow. "Liar. One cannot." William looked between the demon behind him and the ex-reaper. "You two are by far, the worst hostage negotiators ever!" He pulled Grell's head up higher, exposing more of his throat to his shears.
"Are you sure? Because I have just the tools needed back at my shop. I've tested them enough to know it works," Undertaker said, grinning.
"So are you sure you want to risk your life?" Sebastian asked. Honestly he didn't know if Undertaker was making things up, but if he wasn't…
William smirked. "If it means saving a soul from being consumed by a filthy demon, of course."
"But it won't. I'll have my cake and eat it too," Sebastian chuckled. "With you dead, Grell will be safe and I'll have Ciel's soul." He tightened his claws against Will's throat, drawing a tiny bead of blood.
"Why do you care what happens to Sutcliff?" He pushes the blades against Grell's throat, a trickle of blood running down the ivory skin. Grell whimpers helplessly.
Sebastian was a little at a loss there. Why did he care? No matter. He couldn't be distracted.
"He helped me out of my contract. Besides, his reaping jobs were always in my territory, making him mine by default," Sebastian snarled. While both of those were true, they weren't the reason. He would contemplate it later.
"Let. Grell. Go," Sebastian ground out between bared fangs.
"My, my, what do we have here? A demon falling in love with a reaper? How disgusting." William gave a cold and cruel smile. Grell gasped quietly. Was that true?
"Hardly," Sebastian scoffed, "Demons don't love." He dug his claws in further.
"Let her go, William, this has gone on long enough," Undertaker said, his face serious.
William kept strong. "Gentlemen, we are at an impasse. And since I am the one with the hostage, you will listen to me. Or he dies." William's tone was deathly ice cold.
"You are a hostage yourself. And as Undertaker said, we can bring him back if you dare kill him!" Sebastian snapped. "And when I do kill you, because no matter what you do, I will, it will be the worst pain you have ever felt."
"I am no hostage. No one here will cry over my death. Sutcliff, however," He pulls on Grell's hair. "He has a demon to cry over his pathetic existence."
"If you weren't such a coward you would have done it already," Sebastian taunted. He hoped Will would just let Grell go, but it wasn't likely. He glanced over at Undertaker, who gave him a reassuring smile. He closed his eyes, mentally sighing; this was not a good position to be in.
"You really want to push your luck?" William presses his shears against Grell's throat more. Grell starts to cry and plead. "Will! Will please don't!"
"You're so brave, then?" Sebastian asked. He sucked in a breath, and, with a final glance at Undertaker, hissed in Will's ear.
"Do it."
William smirks and squeezes the handle of his shears. Grell's eyes went wide then he dropped to the floor, blood pouring out of the deep slash in his throat.
Oh the humanity! Whatever shall happen to our favorite reaper?! Stay tuned!