He knew his human form was appealing. People were so agreeable to the good-looking. His demon form would send them screaming, even though he thought it had it's own dark appeal. To those willing to not run screaming. We're in for one HELL of a surp...
Instead of an upset Earl and his black clad butler, a man dressed in red looked back at her.
His red hair, much brighter than her own, fell down his back and almost blended with the red coat her wore. Electric green eyes glared from behind red glasses with little skulls hanging from the frames. Sharpened, dagger-like teeth shown from the red-painted snarl of the man's lips. The chainsaw the man carried started up.
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"So, you're the hussy trying to steal my man!" He swung the power tool up and started toward Serena.
"Oh, shit!"
The girl screamed as she ran for the stairs. The grind of the chainsaw was the only sound she heard and stole any hopes of a plan. There was only the need to run, to get away. Every beat of her heart that she heard in her head matched the pounding of the boots behind her. Long skirts seemed to help the reaper, trying to trip her with every step. Pulling the tables that lined the hallway behind her, she tried anything to slow him down. The girl heard Grell's heeled boots crunch through the heavy wood and broken glass vases as though they were nothing.
'Why didn't I remember Grell? He was one of my favorite characters in the series. Maybe I should be thinking horror movies. Why does the stupid girl always run up the stairs?!'
"I'm not trying to steal anything. This was his idea!"
"Liar. Thieving harlot!"
She heard more glass breaking as she spotted the door that led to the servants' part of the house and remembered the other set of stairs that led back down. She realized the chainsaw's buzz was farther away than before and turned her head.
"Out of my way, demon!"
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Another man stood between Grell and herself. Long, black hair was tied up in a ponytail high on his head and blended into the black of his leather coat swirling around the man's legs as he dodged the reaper's weapon. The man was easily as tall as Sebastian and moved with the same fluidity she'd seen in the demon. He turned to her and Serena saw the same swirling, red eyes and canines gleaming sharp in the moonlight from the broken window he had used to enter the house.
