Tangled Web (A Black Butler Fan Fiction)

Chapter Thirty

The end of the summer sparks times for parties and galas. As usual, Lizzie was excited about them, and I could have cared less, even if I was invited to one by Viscount Druitt. I looked at the invitation from one of the parties I was invited to as the Queen's Underworld Guardian. It was a title and not many people knew it existed, but I gained popularity.

"Aren't you going to go?" Grell asked as he showed his razor sharp teeth.

In my room was the only time he could be himself. Around Lizzie and my parents, he had to behave like Sebastian. Usually, at the mere mention  of Sebastian, Grell would almsot squeal. Most of the time he'd go off and dream about him and Sebastian together. Most of the time, it's my only ray of sunshine.

"I don't know, Grell," I said. "I've never been one for parties. At the last one I went to, I wasn't exactly dancing most of the time. I was helping Ciel find a killer." I stopped so I could remember that night. It was the night I contracted with Sebastian.

"I see you aren't a dancing girl," he said in a softer voice than his usual one.

"No, I do like to dance sometimes, but that night I wasn't." I touched my shoulder. Sometimes, it burned a little.

"Oh," he said. Grell walked to my window and looked out it. He suddenly turned around. "Selena, there is someone at the door. Would you like me to go and see what they want?"

"Yes, sure," I said. As Grell turned the knob on my bedroom door, I added, "Don't you dare try to kill him either."

Grell growled in disappointment. The last time I let him answer the door, he almost reaped the soul of the poor page that was delivering invitations.

I flopped on my bed as Grell disappeared behind the wall. I sighed. I wondered what the delivery boy wanted this time. A moment later, Grell came back with a letter sealed with a another seal. It was another party invitation.

"Who is it from, Grell?" I asked as I sat up and looked at him.

"A man of nobility. We have to go to this one." Grell waved in invitation in the air.

"Grell," I snapped.

"Fine, it's another from one of the previous people who sent you an invitation." Grell stared at it with delight. Then he looked at me. "We are going to this one."

I rolled my eyes. When Grell says something like that, we are doing it. I just hoped it wasn't somewhere I've been before, like the Keirton estate. I already have a bad memory there.

"Fine," I said as I sighed. "We'll go."

After living with a demon and now a grim reaper, I've learned to never piss them off. Besides, Grell was going to have to go. After all, he told me once he was half of Jack the Ripper. Thinking about Grell, I am not surprised.

In response, Grell smiled deviously. I shook my head. Damn demons and grim reapers. Will things ever go back to when I suspected Sebastian of being a demon and I never knew things like Grell ever existed? I shook my head at the thought, no, I've done and seen too much to even think about letting things go back to the way they were before the gala at the Keirton estate.

The day of the gala Grell so desparately wanted me to go to, I received a package. It wasn't for Lizzie and me as things usually were. No, this one was addressed solely to me. Grell had answered the door and grabbed the package for me while I readied myself for the gala. I was about done with my hair when Grell knocked on my door.

"Selena?" Grell asked. At least he was making sure I was descent before barging in.

"Come in, Grell," I said as I turned to the door.