Life In The Hands Of A Demon

Whispers in the darkness

Sebastian's P.O.V:
"Sebastian, why is she here?" Bocchan asks with a annoyed voice.
Play tricky, Sebastian. He said it, not you.
"Why Young Master, I'm only doing what you said."
"What the bloody hell are you talking about Demon?" He snarled. Such non gentlemen like behavior my master is using. That's no way to act in front of a guest. No matter.
"If I recall correctly Young master, you told me I could do with her what I wish."
A look of confusion crosses his face.
"That still doesn't explain her being here."
"Why isn't it Obvious? She works under my orders. Kind of like my own personal butler. Don't worry she won't get into trouble. I can promise that."
As I finish the sentence I look her in the eyes. She's searching mine for something. What is it you look for Ema?
"Whatever. As long as she's not in the way, it makes no difference to me. Tonight once those three imbeciles go to bed, we are going to take to the streets of London. People have been dying unexpectedly and the Queen wants me to get to the bottom of this all."
I stand and put the hand with our seal over my heart and bow.
"Yes my lord. I'll have a carriage waiting for you tonight."
"Very well then. That is all. Sebastian you're dismissed."

Ema's P.O.V:
The resemblance between Ciel and the man in the painting is uncanny. That must have been his father. Where would they have gone to leave a teenager in charge? They couldn't have died, could they?
He's quite handsome now that I can see him up close . One of his eyes are hidden behind a velvet eyepatch. He has blue black hair just like the man and a vibrant blue eye that matches the young lady's eye from the painting.
So those have to be his parents. He looks like a perfect mixture of both. His height, although impressive at 6'0, is shorter than Sebastian's. His voice is deep and rich and his clothing, nicer garments than I've ever seen. Hung on the edge of his desk is an expensive looking walking stick.
I guess I lost track of time again because before I know it Sebastian is ushering me out the door we came through.
As he escorts me back to his room, he gives me the run down of what we're going to be doing tonight. It doesn't sound that good to me. To be honest, it sounds scary as hell. Late tonight, once everyone else has gone to bed, the three of us are going to downtown London in hopes that the murderer who has been killing people lately will take interest in us being their next victim.
Perfect idea. Honestly just makes me bubble with joy. It's literally going against my second nature that I've built all my life. Stay hidden, don't draw attention, don't get killed.  They didn't really give me a choice in this matter. I was told not asked, and who was I to argue?
~later~
I'm laying down on Sebastian's bed. He left me here saying he needed to start dinner for Ciel. For a demon, he sure knows how to cook a lot. I also haven't heard any complaints taste wise either. It's odd because he wouldn't need this skill normally since normal human food doesn't appeal to him...or us. A noise erupts outside the door causing me to jump. I decide to go check it out.
God this manner is always so dark.  I hear a silky chuckle and instantly know who it is. The hairs on the back of my neck instantly stand up. I couldn't quite place where he was in the hallway, but I knew he was here.
I wish I could see better in the dark because right now being in a place where I can't see well with Sebastian, makes me feel even smaller and more vulnerable.  I can sense him in front of me.

It smells of him also. The whole area was drenched with his fragrance. It's his soap I'm smelling. The one that held a little bit longer than all the others.

He places his hand against my chest and adds pressure until I'm shoved against the wall. My eyes struggle to focus on things, he adds a bit more pressure to my chest.  Both of my hands tremble as I wrap them gently around his wrist to stop him from pushing further. No doubt in my mind if he wanted to press harder I couldn't stop him, but he decided to listen to my gesture.
His eyes glow in a fuchsia haze triggering mine to copy the motion. Seemingly, I don't have any control over when they change color. It seems to happen when I'm around him though. I lift one of my hands up to his face and feel right below his eye. His skin was softer than I thought it would be. I thought maybe it would be waxy and cold but it's flushed and warm. I can't believe he isn't stopping me. This is so unlike both of us.  What were even doing in the hall in the first place? I trace my thumb lower, so it glides on his cheek bones. Clearly enjoying the affection for some reason, Sebastian allowed both his eyes to close leaving only the vague pink light from my own. My thumb dips down until it's on the edge of his mouth. I swipe my thumb over his bottom lip making his eyes snap open. He doesn't stop me only watches my actions with pure interest, as I do too.
His jaws gently part leaving my finger open to attack from his teeth. The pad on my thumb gently slides onto his left bottom fang. The pressure makes my skin give away and the pearly white knife jabs into my soft meat. No pain came from it, only warmth. He gently supported my bleeding finger with his wet tongue allowing a small amount of blood to soak in. Then he enclosed my thumb between both his lips. I let out a shallow moan.