Faustinian Spider (Claude FaustusxReader)

Chapter 1 ( Life of a spider)

 Readers P.O.V

It was raining. I had always loved the rain. It was one of those natural occurrences I could relate to. The rain was sometimes unpredictable and it always stopped and started whenever it wanted, just like me. My whole life I've been just wandering, never really finding a place I could call home. I've never knew my parents. My mother died when I was just born and as a baby I never remembered my father who disappeared. I grew up in an orphanage before leaving it at a very young age. Even as a child I understood the responsibility of being independent. I'd like to think I've done a great job, I've learned on my own, cried on my own, taught myself right from wrong but even now I still feel a void. Truthfully I have no idea what it could be. Standing in the rain, I find that I think more  to myself. My lacy, ribbon umbrella shielding me from the rain that pelts it from above. Everything seems so peaceful even if I'm in England. I'd moved here about 2 years ago, I loved visiting new places in order to know what adventures would await me there. As far as I could remember I've always been alone, it never bothered me, yet  having  someone to actually talk to you would be nice, not just flirt with you when inside you know their only interested in your body. My thoughts begin to fade as I noticed the rain coming to a stop. Don't you just love the smell of rain lingering in the air, its so fresh. I turn to leave only to noticed that a sparkling spider web hangs from a tree. It was covered in rain droplets that had formed on it and managed to stay there. I've always thought this was beautiful, it made the web sparkle and the spider was just idly sitting smack in the middle of it. Spiders may not have been on most girls list of beautiful creatures but to you it was. You never judged anything by how it looked, spiders were as normal as any creature maybe even a little better. They can make such works of art even if it is just a plain old web to most people. As I admire the wonders of nature, my eyes narrow. Unfortunately I must be getting home. London is a very peaceful place at times but night is not one of those. Even after the whole Jack the Ripper thing ended, and being a woman, you were always on guard of danger. This was very smart in this day and age, a woman like you always made sure to be home before dark or earlier. Being cautious and aware was just common sense. With that in mind I begin my journey home, my shoes clicking against the cobblestone ground. I couldn't help but notice the stares I've been getting, both good and bad. The aristocratic woman I knew for sure were staring at my attire. I may not have wore the dresses everyone else did in England but that didn't give them the right to criticism. I preferred to make my own clothes. After all everyone has their preferred style. Besides their dresses look expensive and ugly, so making my own clothing was a lot cheaper. I enjoyed sewing anyway. The stares I got from men however was equally unwelcoming. Staring at me was not uncommon but it was rude especially those who already had wives who would then slap them into acting civilized again.The woman were more on my bad side then their men. It seemed the only thing most people cared about in London was status and wealth and I hear this Phantomhive character is the most popular. But I didn't care, I was happy with my life even with my fairly small house and descent paying job. With the worst part now behind I come into clearing with my humble house, free of the stares of everyone else. I unlock the door and take off my shoes once inside while placing them by the door. I then proceeded to take off my wet jacket to dry and place my umbrella in its own designated place. Then I made my way into the kitchen to make dinner, a few minutes later I was eating a common English dish I've been wanting to try called fish and chips. Honestly it was not that bad. When I went into the kitchen to clean my dirty dishes, I couldn't help but notice a spider near the kitchen sink. Poor thing must have been taking shelter from the rain. Still it had to go, I knew full and well of the dangerous poison these little beasties can carry. A normal person would have killed it on the spot but I wasn't afraid or threatened so I scooped it up on some paper and set it on its way outside. You should keep in mind that everything you kill always affects something else in someway, its the law of nature after all. With the spider now gone I was beginning to feel tired and made way for my bedroom, changing into my nightly attire and off to bed. Before I drift into slumber I couldn't help but think the life of a spider is sometimes a very hard one.