FIRE AND ICE
Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji or Harry Potter or it's characters. However, I do own this little story.
Shout Out: Well, guys, this is the second part of Fire and Ice,meaning you will get to know our little Spidey-ahem, Claude Faustus. For all those who are interested about Among the Hawks and Doves, the next chapter will be out soon.
Warning: SLASH,meaning Sebastian/Antares(Harry)/Claude. Now, about Claude's possessiveness.../Leers/.
First Chapter – Green eyed little fly
He was, like most of his lesser specimen, patient. He could wait... minutes, hours...years. As a demon, he could afford to, if he deemed his pursuit worthy of such a sacrifice.
He lounged in his bed of silk and darkness, watching that pretty little fly with green eyes – green like darkest, deepest emeralds in the hands of the red – haired woman with the same eyes – but he preferred his little fly's eyes – so big, so pretty and shiny...
When the darkness descended on the house, and all was quiet, he slid down his string, only a half-full moon a witness to the small, almost noiseless movement, as those eyes glinted with yellow light as he looked at the child.
The pretty little fly was still small, still smelled of milk and baby powder and dog – and he touched the soft skin, gentle like petals and equally as fragile. The baby didn't move, as the spider moved, the ghost-like touches tickling the small one gently.
He inhaled the scent of that dark hair – so young, and already, the pretty fly's hair was messy, like his sire's was. And soft, like fur of a newborn kitten. The pretty fly was sleeping, unaware of the danger that was skittering along his little body, leaving a small trail of silver after it.
And every morning, Lily was wondering just why was her little Harry cocooned in the spider's silk.
And then, there came that night. Halloween. The All Hollow's Eve, when the boundaries between the world of living and the world of dead dissipated, if only of one night, as to allow the ghosts to mingle in the material world – be it for business or pleasure.
The spider was hiding –he was always hiding, coming out only when he knew that nobody was near his pretty little fly, and nobody was watching them. Only then, he allowed himself to come out, to caress the dark hair and subtly scent the small one.
"Lily! Take Harry and go!"
He jerked at the shout of the little fly's sire.
Yellow eyes glinted, as he hid under the pillow behind the baby. And just in time, too, as the red-haired woman ran to the baby to take him – but the door opened with a crash.
And he watched, as the snake-like man stepped into the room. He hissed, and his fangs became moist with venom. The snake-man was dangerous.
Bravely, the red-haired woman rushed in front of the crib.
Red eyes, so similar to demon orbs, and yet not, gleamed in the dull light. "Step aside, little girl. " The man hissed out, his voice thick with malice.
He could smell the woman's fear – nay, downright terror, and determination. "No! Not Harry! Please, take me instead!" The woman begged.
If spiders could blink, he would. She was brave. Foolish, but brave.
The venom dripped from his fangs.
"Step aside, you foolish girl!" The snake-man became agitated at the woman's relentless begging.
'Annoying red fly...' The spider agreed with the snake man. Begging does became tedious after few repeats.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The spider tensed, as the green light rushed at the annoying woman, and then, there was quiet.
She dropped on the carpet, her eyes empty of that spark of life.
"Mama?" The young voice asked innocently.
The spider waited.
Snake man stepped near the crib. Red eyes looked into the green ones. " So you are the one who could defeat me," He muttered out, black snake-like tongue flicking out to taste the air. "Well, not anymore. Greet your parents for me won't you?"
The spider stiffened.
'Oh, shit.'
The snake man wanted to kill his little fly!
And he would be helpless to –
The man smirked. "Avada Kedavra - !" He intoned, red eyes glinting with malicious light.
Innocent eyes widened at the rush of green death toward him.
It wasn't nice!
"No!" He called out. "MAMA!"
His little hands clutched into small fists, as he screwed his eyes shut. He didn't want to leave his mama!
He was petrified. The green rushed toward them – toward his little fly, and he was helpless to do anything –
And then, in last moment, the bright light blanketed them, making yellow eyes glint demonically, as the green light was stopped and reflected back with twice the speed it was sent out.
There was a double scream – the one of snake man's and the second was from his little fly.
He bristled.
No one – and that meant no one – was allowed to hurt his little fly!
He comforted his little one as best as he could. Even if what happened was sad, he was happy. The pretty little fly would be his at least. Already, the otherwise bright soul was tainted – and what a delicious taint that was. If only his little fly was older – oh, the possibilities...
Gently, he brushed the small tear tracks off the chubby face, as he watched his little fly sleep.
'You did good, little one,' He mused.
Yellow eyes glinted golden as he felt the tremors of approaching of something... big. Hairy. Smelly.
Groaning inwardly, he hid himself.
Again.
He had to watch as his little fly was taken away from him. Not for long. He would find his little fly... soon.
However, he didn't count on Them.
Green eyes blinked innocently as he was deposited roughly in the cupboard. It was dark, smelling slightly of leather and stale air, and there was so many silver threads –
Webs.
He shook with cold – the blanket he had was too small and he was hungry – but he squeezed his eyes and a moment later, he fell in a deep sleep.
Thousands of little eyes glittered in the dark.
Then, the scratching and skittering began.
Soon enough, little Harry was covered with millions of spiders that acted like some kind of a live blanket.
When he woke up at morning, hungry for milk, he was warm and cocooned in a spider silk.
Petunia Dursley was not amused.
Every night, they came from all the nooks and crannies, and covered the body of little Harry, leaving him in the early morning, snuggled in spider webs.
He was not amused. If anything, he was cranky to the extreme. He still didn't find his little fly, and that was unacceptable!
Well, yes, there were rumours by the spider web that there was one little boy – but Acromantuals wanted to eat this one, so it couldn't be his little fly.
Outwardly, his face was calm and collected, like usual. Inwardly, he was itching for some good old fashioned torture – mainly one Michaelis bastard .
He was hungry – his last meal wasn't nearly satisfying enough – Hell, even that fake Trancy had been better than this little fop of an idiot – he was annoyed, irritated, and above all... Lost.
The prey nowadays lacked that distinct flair the ones of the old times had - for all their advancements and proclaimed badassery, they were distinctly squeamish lot, and that just wouldn't do.
He missed those old times and – shockingly enough – being a butler. There was a kind of an unique flair in having such position, and today, butlers were a dying breed, and those who did need a butler were either old, pompous idiots or young, oversexed idiots that made Alois absolute saint in comparison with them. He shuddered at some of him less... savoury memories. Truly, the ages were declining the quality of human population. He would rather starve himself than fed on one of them, but even he was slave to his basic needs and had to eat sometime.
Sighing, he looked at the local monastery.
And promptly stiffened.
"Long time no see, Faustus," The oh so hated voice purred into his ear mockingly.
"Just the face I didn't want to see, Michaelis," The spider demon drawled back, as if his throat wasn't at mercy of the sharp silverware.
Inhaling, he scented the other demon. Michaelis' scent was clean – cinnamon and fresh linen and it irked him something terrible. If he had any aversions, one of them would be aversion to cinnamon, just because he associated its' scent with the bastard, named Sebastian Michaelis.
That oh-so hated chuckle again, and he turned around swiftly, too quickly for a mortal eyes to see it.
CLANG.
The silverware, one in silver, and one in gold, clashed together with delicate sound.
Dark brown and yellow orbs stared into each other intently. "You still have your touch, kumoshitsuji," Sebastian said with mock-approval, that catty smirk firmly plastered on his face.
He smirked. "What kind of butler would I be, if I let my abilities to dull through the years anyway?" He mocked back, his voice toneless as always.
He prided himself on being emotionless, sufficient and cold, the epitome the best of the best. He still smirked as he watched the black butler's impeccable eyebrow twitch in irritation.
"Of course, forgive my impertinence," Sebastian said smoothly, the infernal smile quirking his lips a mite bit more upward.
"Besides, there are no prohibitions as to why can't I visit my dear rival, are there, Faustus?" He continued playfully.
One Claude Faustus exhaled a small, but long-suffering sigh. Why, oh why was he cursed with such a perky and annoyingly irritating rival, anyway?
Slowly, both of them retracted their respective weapons.
"Talk." The spider butler ordered, not in a mood to play the game of cat and mouse.
It seemed that searching for his pretty little green-eyed fly would have to wait a little bit longer
/To Be Continued/