*Unfortunately enough, I still don't own Kuroshitsuji. But I do own my OC*

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Chapter 7

The smirk Sebastian gave me confirmed that my guess had indeed been correct. He released me, but grabbed my wrist so that I couldn't run away. I could feel the disappointment when he let go of me, but I tried to keep it under control. This wasn't the time to act like a girl who melts every time a hot guy touches her. Focus, Clarissa, focus!

And of course I had to ask the stupidest question that anyone in this situation could have asked. 'You're not Satan, are you? 'Cause that would be… a bit weird?'

'Only a bit?' Sebastian narrowed his eyes. 'And how did you come to the conclusion?' he asked and I could hear sincere curiosity in his voice.

I sighed and felt weird. I really couldn't keep track of my emotions. I should still be upset about my father's dead, but Sebastian made me sort of tired and irritated. 'The hell puns were the give-away,' I let him know. 'But the red eyes and the strange mark in Ciel's eye certainly helped. I'm not stupid, I've seen that mark before.'

Sebastian looked surprised, which made me surprised. 'What?' I asked when he didn't say anything. 'Is it strange to recognize that mark? I'm sure it is in some movie or another.'

Sebastian shook his head. 'It's not about whether your recognize the mark or not. I just can't understand why a mere mortal his handling this so naturally.' He narrowed his eyes again. 'It doesn't seem like human nature to me.'

'How would you know?' I said, not expecting an answer. I tried to make him understand. 'Let's just say that living with a father who couldn't think of anything else then a curse and a demon hound did the trick. But also…' I immediately bit my lip so that I wouldn't continue with talking. I wasn't supposed to tell anyone about him.

'What?' Sebastian said and then he seemed to be back to his old routes again; a freaking hot and freaking creepy butler. Great, I missed this version of him. Not.

I shook my head. 'It's nothing. Let's just say that an old friend of mine always told me stories about demons and the unclean. About Faustian Contracts. And about London Bridge, actually, but he's gone a bit cuckoo.'

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. 'Cuckoo?'

I nodded. 'Yes, last time I saw him, all he could do was sing that song over and over and over again. My grandmother had to put him into a mental institution.'

'Your grandmother?' Sebastian asked, looking more and more surprised each time I spoke.

I nodded again, not sure why this interested him so much. 'Yes. She'd found him at the side of the road once and decided to take him home. He never left.'

'Your grandmother picked up a boy from the side of the road?' Sebastian asked. 'Did she not report it to the police?'

This part of the story was the only think that made me kind of nervous. 'Well, she did go to the police. But according to the police, he didn't exist.' She shook her head. 'They didn't even find any DNA, as if he didn't have any. As if he was just a hallucination.'

I noticed that I had been staring into space when Sebastian took a stray of hair, that had fallen in front of my face, and put it behind my ear. 'What was his name?' he asked.

'Drossel Keinz,' I answered, 'though I never really liked that name.'

Sebastian's eyes narrowed once again, but he didn't say anything. It was the silence that made me scared.

'But I doubt that he's even alive now!' I said immediately. 'He was just a strange kid. But he did know lots of stories.'

Something I said made Sebastian angry, or at least irritated, because he let go of me and walked into the house, probably towards my room. When he said; 'I'll go and pack your things, since you're clearly not going to do that,' I knew I was right.

I really didn't want to be alone in my room with Sebastian, especially now that I knew for certain that he was a demon and knowing that there was a really big bed in my room, so I grabbed my laptop that was still laying on the ground in the garden and took it back inside.

I sat down in my father's office, mostly because I thought that that was the last place Sebastian would look, but also because I had always wanted to sit in that chair. But now it just felt weird.

I opened my laptop and went to Google.

Demon, I typed. Then I clicked on images, because I was in no mood to read. And I doubted that Wikipedia would get me anywhere. As I looked through the pictures of ugly ass mother fuckers, I got more and more frustrated. What exactly was Sebastian? Okay, I knew he was a demon, but what did that actually tell me? I also knew Ciel had a contract with him, but why the hell did a demon want to make a contract with a-

Suddenly the words Ciel had said in the dining room came back to me.

'If she kill her father, I'll be saved and she'll be a murderer. That trauma will one day get to her, whether that day is today or not. And if she doesn't, she'll blame herself for my death and you'll have what you wanted. A broken soul to devour. You will win no matter what she does.'

Oh God.

Then I went back to Google. Contract with a demon.

The first thing to pop up was a Wikipedia-page simply called 'Deal with the Devil'. That page didn't tell me much, but it did tell me the story of Faust, a man who made a deal with the devil and traded his soul for unlimited knowledge. Was that what Ciel had done? Had he traded his soul for a butler? But… why? He could've just hired one. Yes, it may cost more money, but it wouldn't have cost him his freaking soul!

I clicked on the link to the Wikipedia-page about Faust and read: "The Faust legend has been the basis for many literary, artistic, cinematic, and musical works that have reinterpreted it through the ages. Faust and the adjective Faustian imply a situation in which an ambitious person surrenders moral integrity in order to achieve power and success for a delimited term."

Oh God. Ciel was just a kid. Did that guy not have a soul?

Well, since he was a demon, I guess he didn't, but still.

'What are you doing?' I suddenly heard from behind me, making me jump. In my shock I accidentally slapped my laptop and it would have fallen on the ground if Sebastian didn't catch it just in time.

'I was googling stuff,' I told him, 'but then I was interrupted by you.'

'You were googling Faust,' Sebastian added, ignoring my angry look. 'Why were you googling Faust? If you've questions, you should just ask me. No offense, but humans can be quite stupid when it comes to legends and myths.'

'So Faust didn't exist?' I asked.

A small smile appeared on Sebastian's face as he put the laptop back on the table. 'I never said that, did I?'

'Okay, so were you the one who made a contract with him? Or are there others like you?' Because if there were, they were surely keen with keeping it a secret.

Sebastian laughed. 'I promise you that Sebastian Michaelis never made any sort of contract with Faust. But I can tell you that he is the reason our contracts are called Faustian Contracts.'

I leaned back in my chair, surprisingly interested in this. And I could see Sebastian's amusement and I knew that I could ask anything I wanted. But I also knew that he wasn't going to answer all my questions. After all, he did sort of avoid the 'are there more like you?'-question. 'So these contract things… are they normal? I mean, do you need to make a contract with a human to be able to devour their soul?'

'It depends,' Sebastian told me. 'We can steal a soul when a person's dying without permission, but those souls are usually very weak and when we do that we risk a conflict with a Reaper-'

'Reaper? As in Grim Reaper? Does he actually exist?' I pulled up my eyebrows. This was getting more and more interesting!

'Well, yes and no. There's not one Grim Reaper, because there are way too many souls for just one force. There are hundreds of Reapers,' Sebastian said, clearly a bit irritated that I interrupted him. 'But that's not the point. These Grim Reapers only appear when they have to take a soul and lead it to the other side and if we steal a soul, they can become very angry. For the weak soul you gain, it's just too much of a bother.'

'But don't you die if you don't eat enough?' I asked and I heard how strange had sounded, knowing I was talking about human souls and not about food.

Sebastian smirked. 'Who says that I'm not eating? Souls are just a special meal, I can still my hunger with other things.'

'Such as…?' I asked when I didn't continue.

'Emotions,' was his answer.

I pulled up an eyebrow. 'Emotions,' I repeated.

A smile scarier than death appeared on his face. 'Why do you think your sadness was suddenly gone?'

My surprise almost caused me to fall out of the chair. 'Oh,' I said, frowning. Eating my emotions sounded a bit weird. And creepy. But I already knew that he was a creep, so that didn't surprise me. I was actually very forgiving for his weird habits now, knowing that he wasn't human.

'Don't worry,' Sebastian said, 'it won't kill you. I've been feeding off of the house staff and the kids in school for years now. Do they look bothered.'

'No,' I admitted. 'But the house staff does sort of seem messed up,' I added.

That made Sebastian laugh. 'Trust me,' he said. 'They were like that even before I found them.'

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When we sat in the car I tried to focus on the book I was reading. But I could feel Sebastian's eyes on me and it made me feel highly uncomfortable.

'Could you please stop staring at me?' I asked him without looking up. A trick that I'd picked up from Ciel.

'No,' Sebastian said and I had to admit that it was nice that he was at least honest about it.

'But you're freaking me out,' I admitted, still not looking up.

That made him chuckle. 'Well, when aren't I?' he then asked me.

That question made me look up. 'Touché,' I said before looking back at the page.

Sebastian chuckled once again, but I knew that he wasn't looking at me anymore. I wasn't sure where he was looking at and my curiosity made me actually look up after a while.

He was looking outside the window. And I couldn't help but feel attracted to that perfect face of his. The eyes, that I now knew for sure they were red, since I'd seen them up close, the eyelashes that every woman would kill for, and the black hair that always seemed to scream 'touch me, touch me!'. And his soft pale lips that could make every word feel so scary, but also so hypnotic and sweat…

'What? I'm not allowed to stare but you are?' Sebastian said, slowly turning his head to look at me.

I blushed and tried to hide my face behind the book, but I knew that that didn't work. He knew I'd been staring. 'Well, you have to admit that you're a nicer thing to look at.'

Again, I got a brutally honest answer. 'Well, of course I am,' he said. 'I'm not human.'

'And what exactly is that supposed to mean?' I asked, really trying not to sound hurt by his words.

Sebastian shook his head. 'Human, they don't understand a thing,' he said and his words sounded so meaningful, almost as if he was hurt by his own words. 'They don't understand that perfect eyesight isn't an advantage, but a burden. The perfect eyes can see through every trick that humans try to pull. Make-up, plastic surgery. Perfect eyes can see through every flaw the human skin has to offer, making even the natural beauties seem ugly. In a world where you can see the reality behind beauty, nothing is pretty. Nothing is beautiful. A human wouldn't be able to handle such a hideous world. But the strangest thing is… It is in fact their world.'

It was silent in the car as I was trying to grasp what it was he wanted to say with this and he watched me as I tried to understand what he just said. 'Even flaw can be beautiful,' I said after a while. 'No one is perfect. You're right, there are people who try to be perfect with make-up and other tricks, but in the end, no one is. That's what being human is all about, right? Having flaws? Every flaw in my skin is my own flaw. And I think, in a way, that unique flaw makes me beautiful.' I cannot believe I just said that.

Sebastian started at me for a minute, but I was sure he was going to disagree with me. But then he said: 'Maybe you're right. But I'll never know. After all, I'm not human.' Something about his words made me sad, even though he hadn't said them sad at all. He had said if as if he was stating a fact. As if he was telling me that the sky was blue.

'Don't you sometimes wish you were one?' I asked, knowing the answer before I even asked it.

'No,' he answered almost immediately. 'I've lived long enough to see the true human nature. Humans are selfish creatures and only care for others if it suits themselves. I may be a demon, but I'm way to honest to care for someone half-heartedly. I will only care or help someone when I feel like it and when I think I will gain enough from doing so. Humans live their lives, trying to convince themselves that they're good, that they're pure. But they wouldn't beg a God for mercy if they were, would they?'

'You are a pessimistic little demon,' I told him, not wanting to continue this way too deep conversation.

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So that was chapter seven! I hope you liked it! Sorry I had so much explain-stuff in this chapter, but I just wanted to get my rules for demons and stuff out of the way. It's so weird to write about Ciel and Sebastian and then have one of the characters use a laptop XD, it just seem out of place or something. But yeah, thanks for reading this chapter! I don't think I'll be able to update tomorrow, but I think there will be a new chapter on Sunday!