ok wow lol this is bad...5 term papers..2 projects a test and a advertisment thingie to do by next monday...and here I am writing a chapter...badddddd addiction lol well enjoy.
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Suddenly she found two figure like shadows that weren't rushing by. 'h-h-help' limp as a rag doll she fell forward hitting the ground as she watched the smaller of the two shadows turn to the tall one. It seemed to
be saying something and the taller one bowed as the small one disappeared. The last thing she heard before the lack of oxygen stole her consciousness was the hushed background yells of the crowd, the roaring of
the fire and a strong masculine voice.
"Yes….Your Highness"
Black eyes stared down at the unconscious female form sprawled out inside the circle of flames. The man pulled out a dog eared photo from his waist coat pocket his eyes flickering between the photo and the red
headed women 'ah so that's why' he slipped the picture back into his pocket and bent over picking up her limp form from the dried out grass and turned on his heal her body swinging with no resistance in his arms
as he headed for the wall of screaming flames.
Bending at the knee he jumped into the air the flames licking the bottom of his finally polished shoes before landing on the other side no one taking notice due to the panic. He walked through the swarm his long legs
carrying him in a swaying stride. His head bowed, face hidden by the shade of his top hat only revealing the smirk curling up the sides of his mouth.
"Really out in public?" he said calmly as he stopped in his tracks avoiding the kitchen knife at his throat. His eyes shifted the phantomive butler wielding the kitchen ware.
"The lady comes with me" Sebastian said coldly
"Really now? Well now I was the one who found her on the ground"
Gloved fingers tightened over the handle of the butcher knife as anger lit usually calm obsidian eyes "Hand her to me if you value your life"
"AH but I thought it was finders keepers losers weepers" he chuckled but silenced as a thin line of blood appeared on his neck as the serrated edges bit his skin.
"My master demanded his servant back and I will not shy away from creating a murder scene here and now to follow out his orders" Sebastian said coolly responding to the grimace over the man's face.
"Ne you're a very violent fellow aren't you…" He turned his arms outstretched and dropped the unconscious female disappearing with god like speed. Lunging forward Sebastian caught Meylene before she hit the
ground as his dark eyes scanned the meadow for the mysterious man. With a grunt he stumbled to the side as the land around him began to catch fire. Taking off he ran to a safer clearing before coming to a stop on
his knees his attention turning to the maid who had now begun coughing violently. Rubbing her back he waited silently for the mortal to finish. She looked up wiping her watery eyes.
"S-sebastian? The young master?" even such a short question sent the maid into a coughing fit and he nodded his hands pushing her hair from his face.
"The young lord is alright. I got him out immediately and he is waiting for our return." He said quietly and she nodded in her relief her cheeks coloring as she was pulled flush against the man.
"Did you see his face" Sebastian whispered as he noticed a medic of the London fire squad race their way.
"No" she shook her head in a flustered state as she felt hot breath on her neck "I passed out before he saved me and only woke up to see you" she choked out her world heating up as she felt lips press to the pulse in
her neck. Demon eyes narrowed as he felt a strange presence, his gloved hand tightening on the curve of her waist.
"I will leave you here with the medic and go find Ceil" he murmured eyes dropping lazily as he listened the thrumming of her heart. Even beneath the smell of burning grass and singed cloth he could still smell that
unique scent that made up the ex-assassin. 'Exquisite' pulling away he let the women sit on the ground as he shrugged off his jacket.
"Madam! Sir!" the medic gasped through his mask as he finally reached the couple. "I need you to evacuate the area immediately. Are either one of you injured in anyway"
"My wife has inhaled a lot of smoke but I am fine" Sebastian replied firmly as he draped the jacket over the exposed slender shoulders of the women in front of him. "I ask you to get her out of here immediately while
I go retrieve our son who I left in a safe zone" he said getting to his feet
"Yes sir!" he replied and Sebastian left the two at a run. Meylene watched the butler run away and disappear around a corner before she turned her attention to the hand the medic was offering her.
"Madam Can you stand"
"Um yes" she took his hand allowing him to help her to her feet and followed his leave out of the quickly burning field. Her small hands clutched at the black coat pulling it up to her nose as she inhaled quietly. This
was indeed Sebastian's coat for now it carried the same husky, edgy and almost addictive scent that the butler had. 'Almost dangerous' …..
Ceil sat quietly fuming inside the wash basin as Sebastian scrubbed his hair, he listened to the noise in the next room signifying that Meylene was still talking to the maid that was in charge of their room and laundry.
"I still can't believe you missed that man's face! He was more than likely an accomplice" he hissed.
"Forgive me my lord, it won't happen again"
"Damn right it won't"…..
Meylene sighed letting her hands drop to her hips as the maid left 'jeez and I thought I was incompetent about my job'
"Ohhh bassy!" a voice sang from the window. Meylene whirled around to see a long red haired male perched in the window. Green/yellow eyes peered over red rimmed glasses as sharp teeth formed a smile on his
face shrugging at a long jacket of deep red
"what in the-" she clutched beneath her dress as the long legged male stepped out of the window.
"Well who might you be?" he frowned his hands propping on nonexistent hips in the most feminine way possible "And where's my Sebastian baby? His lips pursed in a pout as he scanned the room hopefully. "Are you
going to answer me or" he dropped short as he found himself starring down the small barrel of a pistol. Eyes shifting up they locked with cold brown irises.
"Explain yourself. Who are you and what are you doing here. Hurry up about it! Before I end your life and call for the reapers" she said robotically not taking her eyes off the strange looking man.
"My, my aren't you annoying" he growled and watched her finger rest on the trigger.
"Don't test my patience. You won't be the first person I've killed within five minutes of meeting them. Trust me"
"Ay me?" he chuckled flipping his unnaturally long hair over his shoulder with a girl like giggle "I'm a butler to die for!" he laughed. At this Meylene swore she just lost a couple of IQ points as she watched him stick
his tongue out the side of his mouth and do some awkwardly off piece sign. "EPP!" he squeaked leaning backwards as the gun was shoved in his face.
"Name!" she barked
"G-Grell Sutcliff! NOT THE FACE NOT THE FACE!" he panicked and the women paused in shock.
'Grell Sutcliff! No way…Madam red…nah not even a resemblance between the two' her eyes narrowed in thought and annoyance as she shook the gun in front of his nose.
"NOT THE FACE!" he shrieked.
"Then tell me what you're doing here!" she ordered and he tittered nervously scaring the women as he blushed and began to wiggle his derrière.
"I'm here to see my lover. Seb-ooooh!" Grell hit the floor, bath brush leaving a clear imprint in his forehead.
"What did I say about coming around spouting such disgusting things Grell?"
Meylene turned to look over her shoulder at a very annoyed Sebastian. She lowered her gun to let it hang by her side as she saw no alarm or warning in the butler's expression.
"So he really is a friend of yours Sebastian" she said in bafflement and the demon grimaced.
"Not in the slightest…we've just worked together before"
"Ah Sebby! So bashful!"
Meylene looked up in surprise as the man was no longer on the hardwood floor but prancing around the phantomhive butler tugging at this sleeves and batting obviously false eyelashes. The dark haired man heaved
a heavy side and touched his forehead in exhaustion as if he was used to this. The maid felt her eye twitch
'what the hell' she raised her gun back up "I can get him in one shot" she said flatly causing the grown man to shriek like a child and hide behind Sebastian.
"But that shot would cause a commotion…you can take him out back for all I care" he said flatly looking behind him at the red head that clung to his tail coat.
"Sebastian so cold!" he whined
"Sebastian! What the hell is he doing here!"
The three adults turned to look at Ceil who had finally come out of the wash room. His pale skin flushed from the hot water.
"Good question young master" Sebastian replied looking back the man "What are you doing here?"
"Welllllll my job had me in the neighborhood so I thought I'd drop by and see you" he flirted fluttering his lashes.
"And what poor soul had to meet with you tonight? I shudder at the thought of you being my last thing to see" Ceil scoffed allowing Sebastian to pull back the covers for him.
"Oh very, very interesting!" Grell chimed plopping himself down on top of the bed spread "Some wretched women got herself hung at a performance this evening." He totted with glee.
Wrinkling her nose in disgust at his improper attitude she hooked the gun back into the holster under her dress before she straightened and asked.
"Do you work with the undertaker then?" at this he smirked, his sharp teeth catching the light.
"You could say that…"
Out of the blue Ceil looked over at Meylene "Meylene do me a favor and go downstairs to the restaurant. I want something warm to drink, order something for everybody and bring it up."
She blinked in shock at the order but bowed quickly "Yes young master!" she turned in a hurry her skirts twirling around her as she rushed out the door and down into the public area…..
"Really master?" Sebastian asked his eyebrow arching in question.
"Meylene reminded me of something when she mentioned the undertaker" Ceil peered up at the reaper with his eye"
"Grell you saw her cinematic record" he said flatly and he stared at him confused.
"So what of it"
"It wasn't suicide was it? It was a murder" he inquired with positivity. The ex butler looked at the young boy covered in the shadows of the candlelight with calculating eyes.
"If you know than why are you asking" he said smoothly leaning back on his elbows to flash a 'sexy' grin at Sebastian.
"Because I'm here chasing a murderer and I think they are the same one. So I need consolation that she was indeed murdered…plus all the murders that have been occurring around here as of late. You haven't been
storming in and trespassing on my property in almost two weeks. You've been rather busy here cleaning up the murder victims haven't you? Red headed female murder victims."
"Ah…you know information comes with a price lord phatomhive" he said mockingly "especially for little brats like yourself"
The comment led the dark eyed boy to glare in contempt but he leaned back his expression changing to bored.
"Alright…how about this. The next day that I can spare Sebastian for an entire day, he will spend it with you" he said tilting his head to the side with a sly smirk "How does that sound"
"A whole day!"
"Yes"
"Whatever I want! The reaper said excitedly practically drooling and the boy shrugged his adolescent shoulders.
"Why not"
"My lord" Sebastian stated flatly through the shrieks of joy that the Grell began emitting.
"Information Grell!" Ceil snapped ignoring the demon. Fanning himself the red head giggled pushing up his glasses.
"Pushy, pushy. Well I'll tell you what I can" he sighed crossing his legs and arms in unison with a sniff
"…."
"Well you are correct. The women's death at the play was not suicide. It was a murder and yes I have been in charge of all the women that have died at this little convention and they have all been killed by the same
person, always at night and always in one single take out"
"Can you tell me who it is"
"That I cannot, strictly confidential. I haven't even been told the name, and every time I view the cinematic records I only catch a glimpse of the murderer and never his face, always hidden in the shadows of his top
hat. A very smartly dressed fellow, tall, lanky and well kept."
Ceil looked at Sebastian who nodded with saying "Yes that describes the man that had Meylene earlier this evening"
"Continue with as much info as possible" Ceil said firmly. Clearing his throat Grell started up again.
"Well the man always comes after the women when they are alone and well, from what I've noticed that last time he does not seem to be working alone. There always seems to be someone pulling the strings,
commanding the man. Quite a few times I have seen the shadow of a young person, someone of your age standing way back or watching from above. Never can I see his face either, only hear his laughter. Which
eventually turns into sobbing than angry crying, the man always returns to the little boy…that's the farthest any of their records go. They all die after that."
"So there are never any signs or attempts before their death. Just done in one swipe"
"Exactly"
"Is there something similar about their deaths at all?"
"Besides the red hair and all?"
"Yes like the killing methods or something, or words spoken by the man in black"
"just blood"
"Blood? What do you mean"
"Anytime they are killed there always covered in blood. Blows to the head, stabbing, shooting and even one time…as if she had been punched through the chest"
"Every time except this last time?"
"Yes"
"Can you tell me what was different about these women and the last one?"
"Well…all the ones before were members of this little festival you humans are holding"
"…" Ceil looked down at his hands on his lap his brow furrowed in concentration as he began to sort through the information that was laid out before him.
"….my lord…"
"Sebastian?" the boy looked up in hope that the butler had come up with something he hadn't yet pieced together. He did not like the look of startled distress in the older man's eyes as they bored into his .
"Meylene…she went out alone…"
"Shit…" the word hadn't even left the boy's mouth before the butler was gone the door slamming open behind him…
"….and that should be all" Meylene smiled at the waiter as she leaned against the counter.
" 'aight maam that should be ready in bout…oh say twenty minutes"
"Alright" she smiled and with that left the small restaurant fastening the cloak she had grabbed on the way out. Pulling the hood up over her head she curled the material around her body and left the front door 'I
feel like a little bit of a nighttime walk while I wait for the bedtime tea' humming quietly she walked down the street her heals clicking in odd sounds against the cobblestone. It was late at night and there
wasn't even a single lamp lighter on the streets anymore. Nobody out for that matter. Looking around the Scotland girl recognized her surroundings and stopped at the mouth of a dimly light alleyway 'oh! If I
remember correctly this is a little short cut to that set of cute little shops down here. The hat shop and the tea shop! Oh and that adorable shop of dolls! Hmm maybe before we head out of
London I should tell Master Ceil about it and he can get a gift for Miss. Elizabeth. Oh I'm sure shell adore something so cute and delicate' Driven on by the idea of the cute doll shop she headed into the
alleyway singing to herself.
"London ba shi o chi ru, o chi ru, o chi ru
London ba shi o chi ru, My Fair Lady
(London Bridge is falling down,
Falling down, Falling down.
London Bridge is falling down,
My fair lady.)
Tetsu to hagane de tsukure, tsukure, tsukure.
Tetsu to hagane de tsukure, My Fair Lady
(Build it up with iron and steel,
Iron and steel, iron and steel,
Build it up with iron and steel,
My fair lady.)
Tetsu to hagane ja magaru, magaru, magaru.
Tetsu to hagane ja magaru, My Fair Lady
(Iron and steel will bend and bow,
Bend and bow, bend and bow,
Iron and steel will bend and bow,
My fair lady.)
Kin to gin de tsukure, tsukure, tsukure.
Kin to gin de tsukure, My Fair Lady
(Build it up with silver and gold,
Silver and gold, silver and gold,
Build it up with silver and gold,
My fair lady.)"
She came to a stop with a frown as she hit a dead end "Oh dear I guess I got the wrong one. Fiddlesticks I was positive this one was the right one"
"No it's the right one alright" a deep voice came from behind. Tensing she jerked around in anger and fright. Three large men stood in front of her blocking her pathway. Her eyes narrowed taking in their positions
and her possible escape routes. The ground and the scenery around it seemed to be painted with a silver acrylic paint for everything shined. She was grateful that the moon was bright but it offered no real help in the
fact that she was trapped.
"No I'm quite sure, it's the wrong one. Now if you'll excuse me gentlemen I must be on my way." She took a step forward only to pause as they mimicked the motion. "Now now this is not very nice, please remove
your selves from my path."
"Ah lady we aint causin no trouble"
"Please move"
The men only chuckled looking at each other in amusement causing anger to rise in the red head.
"Move the fuck out of my way before I do it for you!" she shrieked
"Eh that aint becomin of a lady" one of the men frowned puffing on a cigar. "is it bernie" he frowned looking at the tallest of the group.
"Nah it isn't Eddy. What do you think Charlie?"
The one that had remained silent till now just shook his head a cruel grin crossing over his crass features as a thick hand slid into his coat pocket only to pull out a shot gone. "Maybe we should teach her a lesson…
You know what the man told her. Grab her!" at this the ones named Bernie and Charlie lunged forward and the ex assassin sprung into action.
Meylene dodged the two burly men, knocked into a trashcan which she shoved forward towards their bumbling feet. In an instant she shoved her hand beneath the lengthy material of her gown and yanked out two
pistols. With a kick and a roll she was out of the way of the roaring men, viewing the world upside down her finger kissed the trigger "you're out"
The two shouting men came to a stop as Charlie hit the ground, dead. The maid pushed herself off the ground with a hiss of disgust as the blood leaked out of the fat corpse and onto her hair. She rubbed sprayed
blood off her face before cocking the next pistol at the man. Wait! Man! Where'd the other one go!
With a swear and a flash of pain she dropped the guns as strong hands gripped her wrists.
"Hands off!" Backwards kick, roundhouse kick and a right hook to the nose brought the man crashing to the ground. Head met concrete and life was swallowed by death. In the midst of stumbling over a lifeless leg
she screeched in pain as Bernie grabbed her hair.
"You stupid bitch! I'm going to kill you!"
"Let go!" she grabbed the pistol and lifted it up towards the shadow that loomed over her. A shot ended this man's life as well and he left his body to crush the women he had been previously attacking.
"nghh!" the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth as she bit her tongue. But at least it was quiet around her now, the men that had assaulted her were dealt with and gone and it had taken merely a minute.
Shuddering in disgust she gagged at the warm wet feeling that was now sliding across her back as the man bleed out onto her small body, she already was laying in a pool of the blood from the other two.
She had managed to slay the men in a perfect triangle. Scrambling at the ground and the body above her she slithered out from beneath the dead weight and rolled onto her back panting for air. A frown deepened
her features as she noticed a all too familiar item sticking out of Charlie's jacket.
Reaching forward she pulled out the two items, to her dismay they were duplicates. A dagger and a lock of red hair. With a shake of concern she pocketed the items so that she may take them to her master. That's
when movement caught her eye. Grabbing her pistol she looked up just in time to see the body of a child disappear around the corner….
Sebastian dropped to the cobblestone of the streets below where he had been racing across the roof tops. The scent of blood and a hurrying figure caught his attention.
"Meylene?" he called stepping towards the women huddling under a cloak.
"Sebastian!" Meylene exclaimed in relief letting the cloak drop. She watched as dark eyes widened in shock and dismay as he looked at her. With a blink she realized how she must look. Hair a mess covered in dirt
and soaked in blood. Not exactly a pleasant walk in the park. "Well let me explain" she began but never finished.
"eh!" she gasped as she was yanked forward hands gripping her shoulders tightly
"That's not your blood" he said flatly his eyes roving her form quickly and she shook her head in silence, caught off guard by the proximity and the intensity of the man's reaction. "You're not hurt?"
"uh uh"
"Well than" the butler relaxed loosening his grip on her shoulders "I'm going to take you back to the hotel, you can shower and then talk" he straightened
"Yes" she nodded then gasped in horror clapping her hand over her mouth.
"What's wrong!" he whirled around to look for signs of danger.
"I forgot all about the tea!" she cried and the butler merely stared at her. "Oh no! Oh no! The young master is going to be absolutely furious with me! He always has his tea at night and-"
"Shut up"
"Eh-mmm" the scatterbrained maid had no chance to continue and frankly didn't want to for she found herself much more interested in the man that was kissing her. Eyes fluttering shut she leaned into the masculine
body that towered over hers. Warm lips slanted over her own as he stole her oxygen. Hooking her fingers with his she let her head drop back allowing the man too kiss her with much more intensity. An indescribable
taste flooding taste buds as tongue met tongue
'Exquisite' his senses hummed in delight as he tasted the women beneath him. The quiver of her slender body as it submitted to his attack. The rising temperature of her skin as she shivered. Annoyance slammed
into him like a freight train and it was revealed with an unsatisfied grunt as she pushed away. Masculine pride hit his current human body as he took in the heaving of her chest, her swollen lips and her shinning
eyes.
"I-I am covered in blood, cold, in shock and tired. I am not going to stand in the middle of a street in the middle of London and make out with you. I want to go back to the room. Now" with a turn of the body she
headed towards the hotel a determined spring in her step. Shock radiated through his body.
'she did not-' he chuckled and the noise continued to rumble in his chest as he followed her through the streets. 'she did. She just stood up a demon! A demon!' his now stained glow raked its way through his
hair as obsidian eyes glinted with amusement. 'what a rarity indeed, seems like ill play longer than I thought'
i say this every time R&R you know button down there...hes lonely. Alot of people keep giving attention to mr. favorite story and ms. story alert (which thanks ;) i dont like neglection) but...seem to be leaving mr. review all alone...hes getting depressed and when he gets depressed I get depressed :(