Surely Sherlock

I looked up only once when my guest arrived, a stout man dressed in a green suit.

He seemed very nervous from the way he patted at his balding head with a handkerchief. This elicited a soft humph from me. If you were going to interview someone, try not to wet the floors with your bodily fluids. The man sat in the chair opposite me and greeted me with a smile. I treated it with a cold and condescending grin. I let my arms drape over the chair arms as I set the book I had been reading- really just glaring at- down.

This man had indeed come at quite a busy season: the Social Season. Every noble would be attending galas and balls during the swell of the last few days of summer. It was idiotic, but amusing to see all the lower nobles trying to impress me and my brother, eighteen year olds who held a status so close to the Queen's own, we were considered royalty ourselves.

 "Thank you for meeting with me today, Lady Deliade. I understand you are a rather busy young lady," he said, smoothing his hands down his jacket as I watched him closely. He seemed very restless and the way he moved made it obvious he was up to something.

"Yes, I am a very busy lady, so let us speed this up, shall we," I suggested impatiently. He nodded and pulled out a pocket watch to keep track of time. I rolled my eyes and gestured for him to get on with it.

"When did you decide it would be best to keep the company, as the older sibling," he asked.

My family ran a large industry that revolved solely around the distribution of forces. We specialized  in only the best soldiers, and I had taken it upon myself to keep it going. I was quite good at it, as I was told by the naval commanders who requested the use of our soldiers. Of course, I was good.

"When my poor father passed away," I replied, again gesturing for him to go on. He seemed to grow increasingly nervous, fidgeting like mad. It was getting a bit irritating. "Get on with it."

"Why do you think such social tribulations are at hand?"

"Because, lesser nobles are weak little pawns that can't even keep their own game pieces in check," I responded, my legs crossed.

My crossed leg lifted and dropped as I awaited his next question. He seemed rather distracted by that. I tossed strands of my golden hair back, as they were getting in my face. "And, they only know how to beg when it suits them."

"When did you first decide to become the Queen's lap dog," he asked, sneering. My brow quirked and I rubbed my chin. He got rather brave, and fast.

"How adorable, you played the humble little twat for only a minute," I simpered, snapping my fingers, "Too bad you will not live very long after this. Your whole plan was to keep me distracted while your chaps outside got everything ready to attack the manor, I am correct?"

The man looked dumbfounded, rising quickly. He began to spew out angry words and I cut him off by holding up a hand. I stood as well, reaching my full height. People in my family had been considered very tall, and that just added to our status. We were also considered green and brown eyed beauties. In fact, my brother was well known for his looks and influence in the industry of feminine attire.

"If you intend to kill me, try harder," I said, starting to walk past him, "Hell will gladly teach you such a lesson."

There was a heavy thud as the man fell over, clutching his chest. I snorted and continued out of the study while he seized on the ground, groaning in agony as he died a slow and painful death.

 Just in the hall, I was greeted by a cheerful looking face. I sighed as I took in Neliet's jovial expression. He was covered from head to toe in blood, and I knew he was about to do something stupid like try to give me a hug. My leg shot out and landed on his chest, keeping him at leg length's away from me.

"Do not even think about it, Neliet," I hissed, clearly annoyed. He just smiled wider as he ceased his attempts to get closer.

"But, Mi'Lady, you promised a reward if I did a good job," he whined, pouting now. I rolled my emerald green eyes and walked past him.

"Not when you are covered in the fluids of someone else," I retorted.

He followed after, his long red hair draping down on his shoulders. He had a babyish face with very little masculinity, and stormy gray eyes. He whimpered softly, but said nothing as he followed after me like a puppy.

We strode, well I walked whilst he made several attempts to cling to me, to the dining hall, where we found numerous body parts strain around the room. Most were partially eaten while others still twitched. Hearing a soft cackle, I looked up in disgust at Mariette. Her skin shone a sickly green as she hacked away at the meat of the corpses. Even Neliet beside me shuddered, hearing her hum.

"Mariette," I called, catching her attention. Her head spun all the way around, her red ravenous eyes greeting me with a smile as her words drawled out.

"Yessss, Mi'Lady?"

"Clean up the mess," I ordered, "Where are Guilion and Gilda?" I saw Mariette shrug in response before her head spun back into place.

"They should still be cleaning up outside," she replied, shrugging once more. I nodded and was on my way outside.

I first saw Gilda's exquisite figure hefting body after body to the top of a pile. It was like we'd fought a war, but only at a small scale. Her wavy brown hair caught my attention as it shone in the noon sun. She really was a beauty, as my brother loved to describe her. She stopped when she noticed I was watching and her freckled face was covered with a smile.

Large pointed teeth gleamed as she did so, and all thought the innocence she held left my mind. Those teeth of hers frightened me and she often forgot that. When she took in my expression at the sight of her teeth, they shortened and began to seem fairly normal.

"Mi'Lady, we are almost done. Would you like some tea whilst you wait," a perfect voice said in my ear.

Turning, I saw Gilda's elder brother, Guilion. He was a sight to see, with his unclothed chest bared out. His soft muscles that were usually perfectly defined under his shirt were displayed. He was one to keep himself clean, so he must have taken his shirt off to keep it clean. He had a kind smile that reached his beautiful chocolate brown eyes and, for a moment, I found it hard tp speak.

"Yes, I would," I said finally, coughing slightly to hide the blush that was creeping onto my face as I turned back towards the house.

"I shall get on that then," he said, disappearing into the house before me.

My, it was hard to have a household such as mine.