A Demon's Help (Sebastian x Reader)

Chapter 20

(Y/N)'s POV

I feel my  heart stop from the red-hair's words. And that's when I know, neither of them were human. It's like I could see the color of their souls, see their inner turmoil, and hear the beating of their heart. 

All of it seems to come to me in a wave, washing over me abruptly as the words spill from my mouth. "Neither of you are human, are you?"

I hear  a low growl come from Sebastian, who's back is to me, the red-haired man  just grinning, his sharp white teeth shining through their thin pink lips like a constellation.

Dead silence sweeps over the kitchen, the other three servants no where to be found.

I feel my heart rate pick up, my breathing quickening and hitching at times, my lungs hiccuping oxygen into themselves. I clench my fists together, to hide their trembling, as I swiftly look between the two, monsters, contemplating what to do.

What I can do.

This just feels like Claude all over again.

The thought sends a whimper from between my lips, and Sebastian swivels quickly around, his deep demon pink eyes meeting my wide eyed (E/C) ones. Seeing those eyes again makes me choke up, my entire body freezing as if it had been doused in cryogenic liquid.

"(Y/n), you need to leave. Now." The authority in his voice is what awakens my limbs, the feeling to walk over to him and stand by his side strong, but I fight it, the glowing pink eyes boring into my (e/c) ones instilling fear with my as memories of Claude flood my mind, clouding my mind, as if he were actually here.

Not saying anything to Sebastian or the familiar looking red-haired person, I take my leave, moving my legs as quickly as I can, leaving the kitchen behind me. After exiting the kitchen I pick up my pace, sprinting down the long corridors and running my hand along the walls, retracing my steps back to the dining hall, hoping the Young Master will still be there, the other servants hopefully overseeing him as well.

Hands sliding over the familiar golden etched door, my shaking fingers quickly find the brass handle knobs, gingerly rolling over them, grasping it. 

Taking a deep breath to calm my racing heart and make a good face in front of the Master, I lean my face up against the coolness of the wood, letting the drafty hair encompass me.

Drafty air?

But aren't the doors sealed shut?

It may only be the 1800's but....

I feel darkness slap my back, the brisk air dragging me back from the door, knocking my feet out from under me as I fall, the impact knocking the air from my lungs and the consciousness from my mind.

Opening my eyes, her eyes, I look around, knowing it worked again.

"Oh my kitten isn't this fun?" I hear her voice say my words, a smirk spreading across those lovely lips.

Standing back up, I can't help but transfer some power into her, her (e/c) eyes going pink, my demon encompassing her, begging to be inside her again.

I let out a low growl, the feminine hiss that comes from her lips intoxicating me. Looking at the door in front of me, I smirk once more, deciding to have a little fun before leaving.

Placing her, my, hand back on the embroidered handle of the dining room door, I open it, pushing the door open with a breath.

Ciel sits st the table, a concerned look in his bright blue eye, the other three servants, if you can even call them that, are crowded around him, their faces blank.

The room is dead silent as I enter, the soft sound of the heels clicking against the marble of the floor. Ciel eyes my every move, trying to see if something's off.

"Master?" I hear her voice say, soft and smooth, the perfect octave for whimpering. Whimpering my name.

Trying not to blow my cover, I see Ciel relax ever so slightly, his guard shimmering transparent.

"(Y/N)." He breathe with relief.

Keeping the act, I make my way towards the young boy, eyebrows coming together in confusion and concern. "What is it Sir?"

I see three sets of eyes on me, and I look between the other servants, their eyes narrowed and locked onto me, as if they could pounce if I cough the wrong way.

Oh something is definitely going to go down.

"Sir?" I say again, her soft voice sending shivers down my spine, my claws aching to actually touch her skin again, have her under my rein, mine.

I notice the others shift just a bit, and that's when I take my chance.

"Oh kitten, ready to play?" I raise my hand before the others have a time to register what  I said, and the three misfits fly in opposite directions, their backs hitting the walls at the same time.

A smirk plays on my lips as I feel the transfer of power again into the girl, eyes flashing pink, red rimming my vision.

"Master!" Three voices shout, all from different directions, causing the sound to appear as if it is coming from all sides.

Ciel is up quicker than I've seen any normal human kid move, his chair moving back and toppling over, his eye wide. With fear.

"Oh Ciel, don't look so surprised. I'm only here to take back what's mine. I don't like to be kept waiting." I walk forward, eyes on Ciel the entire time.

"She isn't yours." Ciel says, his voice hiding his fear more than his shaking limbs do.

I just laugh, the girl's laugh a siren's song, intoxicating even more than her actual voice. "Don't make me laugh Phantomhive. If Sebastian has told you anything about demons, you'll know that she is in fact mine. And I plan on getting her back."

"If you want her back Faustus, you're going to have to go through me first."

I must have been too distracted by the intoxication of (y/n) to have heard the door open behind me, but I don't take my time in turning around to face the other demon before me.

Sebastian continues walking further into the room, the black air around him only increasing, blood staining his cheek as his sharp tongue licks his lips, pink eyes narrowing.

"Was that a threat I head, Mister Sebastian?" Her voice snarls at the other demon, his eyes widening at the words, his jaw tightening and locking, hands turning into fists by his cloaked side.

"Claude, I don't know what you have planned, but you better best cut it out. Now." His voice is a primal snarl, his hands appearing from underneath his cloak, sharp nails coated in blood.

"I see you've managed to get through my defenses Sebastian. How...you, of you to do that. Not that I'm surprised you got past the reaper, I just needed to buy time."

"Time for what?" His steps bring him closer to me the space between us only a few feet apart now.

"This."