Children's Games (a Sebaciel Fanfic)

Part 58

When the door closed Sebastian snatched James' arm, shoving him back against the wall harshly, knocking the wind out of him. James jerked his arm away but found himself pinned between the wall and the furious demon.

"Oi, watch it... ain't no reason to be manhandlin' me... I didn't do nothin' anyway..."

"You did plenty." James tried to slip away from the wall, but Sebastian slammed a hand against the wall and came closer, his voice stern but barely above a whisper. "I am afraid, James Falkner, you will not be returning to this estate. It seems we will not be requiring your services, after all."

"'ey! Your little Lord said 'e wants the rest of the set! You can't..."

"Yes, he does, and I will be contacting your foreman, as I said. But you will not return."

"So, yer gonna kick me out all 'cuz that spoiled kid..." Sebastian grabbed the man's chin, forcing eye contact, squeezing his jaw until he silenced, struggling against the demon's vicious grip.

"Hold your tongue." James slapped Sebastian's hand away from his face and turned away, starting down the hallway straightening himself as they walked, casting glances over his shoulder at the furious butler, who was on his heels.

"It ain't my fault he was lookin' at me... all I did was look back at 'im."

"Get out." The voice that came from behind him was low, almost inhuman and he picked up the pace a little, turning to look at Sebastian as he spoke.

"I'm goin'... but I'll be comin' back with the loading crew... you ain't gettin' rid of me like that... after all... the kid likes what he sees." James flicked his tongue obscenely and Sebastian shoved him hard, nearly bowling him over as they came to the staircase leading to the main hall, where the other workers were waiting, looking around at the art on the walls, chatting amongst themselves. When James came stumbling down the stairs, several paces before Sebastian, they stopped their chatter, quieting and clustered together like nervous children.

"My young Master has a distinguished taste; far too discriminating to accept the likes of you." James backed towards the rest of the group, putting distance between himself and the furious butler as he taunted. Once Sebastian reached the main floor with the others, he started directly towards James, casually making his way over so as not to frighten his prey.

"Ooo... so, you're in the way of thinkin' yer better than me? Ain't gonna let no lowly carpenter get at yer piece, huh? Guess I can't blame ya... he's a pretty one, he is. I'd be breakin' me a headboard or two..." Sebastian continued toward him, his eyes bright and raging with all the fires of hell.

"How dare you..." The men were less than three feet apart when Sebastian heard Ciel's voice from the top of the stairs, where was watching. The young Lord had bolted from his room the moment the hallway was clear, curious to watch the show he had orchestrated.

"Sebastian. Stop." The butler stopped mid-step, eyes still flaming and fixed on James. The other workers moved away from James, leaving him on his own as they headed for the door. One or two of them lagged behind to watch, but the foreman whistled loudly, and they all moved to the door.

"Yes... my Lord." Sebastian growled his reply, imagining the blissful feeling of tearing this man apart limb from limb, and James laughed rejoining the group.

"Oi! Lord Phantomhive." James waved at Ciel, who stood motionless at the top of the staircase, looking down at them. "Gonna see you soon, 'eh? Don't go lettin' yer dog off the leash... he's gonna bite somebody one of these days..."