Surely Sherlock

Corpse: Part One

Now, having acquired a new servant to command, I felt slightly better about my ordeal at the Black Market and in the alley. Of course, trouble was still brewing and it was evident in the headlines I was seeing.

Grave Robbers On The Loose

The grave of a young woman has been dug up by unknown suspects. There have been several instances similar to this incident in neighboring towns and cities, all of which occurring between midnight and three a.m. Scotland Yard has again been put on the case, as he was unable to conclude the identity of the culprit who mysteriously disappeared.

A first grave had been dug up close to a month ago, but has not been confirmed as linked to this incident. The likelihoodof cannabalistic intentions has not been ruled out, but has been strongly discouraged as a motive.

We urge all citizens to stay indoors during the evening, as safety measures against the recent crimes.

This was certainly not what I was expecting to read on a Sunday morning. Preparations would soon need to be made for me to go through with this.

I paused, looking up.

Sunday? It was Sunday? Sunday of May, the third from the date on the paper.

 I had a dreadfully dreary meeting to attend. I groaned and stood, suddenly greeted by the aroma of delectable chocolate. I frowned, taking in the sweet fragrance that made my mouth water. I was supposed to be on a chocolate free diet, according to Guillion. Unless, he had lied to me just to make his own chocolate to eat and keep from me.

I was a bit of a fan for chocolate, the sweet nectar that I used to eat regularly. I got a little mental at the smell or sight of it, and none was safe in my presence. I often over ate and was plagued by a number of things that I dare not go into.

I stalked towards the kitchen, bursting through the doors as I sniffed, following the scent like a blood hound. I had really gotten low on the sanity bar, as I could feel something sliding down my chin as I stalked through the kitchen. I was a restless creature as I followed the smell of Heaven's joys, and found the culprit of my inner torture.

Guillion stood over a round bowl of chocolate, licking the devil's own product off his fingers. He looked up to meet my gaze, a smirk forming on his lips.

"Ah, Mi'Lady," he said, as if he were surprised, "Did you want some?"

My lips twitched as I formulated a quaint way to reject the offering. I must have looked as though I had a mental ailment, because I felt my jaw drop open to answer,  but not a sound came out. This was indeed one of my more unflattering moments around Guillion, of which I was ashamed.

"Yes," I replied finally, giving up my fruitless battle of restrain.

I watched as his smirk grew wider, the sight becoming breath-taking. He beckoned me over and I gladly complied. I was ever so slightly confused with what he meant to do until he dipped a finger into the bowl and held it up for me. Did he really expect me to lick it off his finger?

I suppose I did not quite care, as long as I got my chocolate.

I had rather not go into detail about the emotions, or sound of pleasure, he elicited as his finger slid into my mouth. I tried to distract myself with the chocolate rather than the gesture and was soon breathing a sigh of relief when he finished. A perfect smile was still plastered on his face and my cheeks reddened as we stood in silence.

He took a step towards me, making me stand stalk still until he was just barely brushing his lips against my cheek. He whispered ever so softly in my ear,

"You will be late for the meeting."

I had not noticed that my eyes had closed, becuase they flew open shortly after the last word left his lips. The meeting. I had forgotten about it in my crazed haze for chocolate. Stepping away, I composed myself and ignored the look Gui was giving me.

"Let us be on our way, then," I said, distracting myself from looking at him. 

I quickly left the kitchen, my cheeks a burning red that I could feel. Some ways into the hall, I ran into the newest addition to my household, Neptune. He was the Werewolf that had attacked me in the alley, the day Neliet had followed me when I had meant to be searching for him.

He was now well groomed, with his glossy silvery hair pulled back so I could see the violet hue of his eyes. His face was almost too perfectly shaped, his lips a thin line that held a boyish appeal of sorts.

I saw the joy at the sight of me dance in his tell-all eyes, and was soon on the ground with him pinning me. He had grown accustomed to me, preferring my compnay over everyone else's in the manor. Neliet had taken notice of this and was always in a sour mood around Neptune.

"Get off, you mongrel," I barked, waiting for him to obey. It did not come as fast I had hoped, but he was off of me and whimpering like a little pup who had seen the error of his ways.

I got to my feet, eyeing him sternly, before going on my way again.

I arrived almost more than ten minutes late to the meeting.

Aged faces greeted me at a round table as I stepped through the doors. Generals looked me over with more than respect, but a fear of sorts. What were they to do if this eighteen year old girl were to advance them?

I do not really care to go into the confidential matters of the meeting, but I have only a few things to say:

It was slow and boring. I wasted nearly five whole hours sitting with those old ninnies and listening to their complaints.

I had felt the intense urge to take one of their guns and shoot myself with it.

Really now, do I have to listen to old men whine like little children because they cannot do their jobs properly? I should not have  been subject to such torturous drags of time; I was above it.

In the final minutes of the meeting, I was suddenly feeling drowsy. Not long after, I could see the same was happening to the generals.

What was happening to us?

We had been drugged.

Who could have done it?

My eyes became very heavy as I noticed a figure enter the room. I barely had time to see who it was when my eyes closed and fell into the bliss of drugged sleep. 

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