Love Is A Bleeding Heart (Grell x Oc Fanfic)

The Manor (Chapter 6)

   After the swim in the pond, the sun was starting to set. The two were back in their clothes and out in the wilderness with Aya walking ahead of Grell just 3 feet, walking quicker. Grell kept taking looks towards her bottom. Such a perfect he is, but oh how he wished he could pin her and kiss her till the dawn of the next day. But he knew that she did not wish the same. The reaper reaches out to her, bad idea. He had the sense of fear once again. 'Damn..' he thought. She glances back at him with a tormenting smile. Caught once again! Grell looks away in embarrassment with a red face. She turns and takes hold of his bow that was around his neck. She pulls him close, looking him up and down. "I know what your filthy mind is thinking. You must impress me in order to have me. Now..I'm looking for something to do. Do you have any friends?" She asks. Grell nods slowly. "Yes.." She raises a brow. "How about we visit them?" The girl pushes him away. He gulps once then teleports them both to where his so called 'friends' were. There, they were standing in the property of the young lord, the one and only, Ciel Earl Phantomhive. Aya takes a glance at the shaking reaper and gestures him to take her to the door. He jumps in fear and quickly guides her there. They were about to knock when a butler answers the door.

  
   The butler looks down upon the two as if he were royalty with a displeased look. He stares at the reaper with what looks like anger and then to her. He raises a brow. "Hello. I believe my young master was not expecting guests at this time." He said with a straight face. Aya turns her head to Grell then to the butler. "Well. I'm new to this town and I would love to meet him. Unless he is busy. I can come another time." She pulled off an innocent act, accompanied with a soft smile and shy look in her crimson eyes. The butler pulls out a watch from his breast pocket and clicks it open. He looks at her. "My young master is not busy, and I'm sure he wpuld not mind a new visitor. Please. Do come in." He steps out of the way, letting her in while holding the door. She quietly steps inside with her head just a tad bit low. The reaper was head over heels for the butler but without Aya noticing, he gives him a menacing look then ushers him inside. Grell squealed, catching her attention. The butler has the door closed with the now flustered reaper standing beside him. The butler then puts a gloved hand flat over his heart as he bows swiftly. "My name is Sebastain Michaelis, the butler of the Phantomhive Manor." He raises back up, his eyes on her. He gives a soft smile. "I will fetch my young master." He then walks off. The reaper has blood pouring from his nose and his face red as his hair. "Oh how handsome he is!" He squeals. She rolls her eyes and watches the butler walk off.

   A few moments later, a voice was heard at the top of the steps. "Hello there." A young boy with dark blue hair, an eye patch and a child like blue suit fit for a young lord stares down at them. His striking blue eye pierces Aya as he walks down the set of stairs to them. Standing by him was the butler with a calm look, a gleam in his eye. Aya then bows to him to be respectful. "My lord Phantomhive," she raises, "my name is Aya Oxe. Pleased to meet you." The young one nods his head. "Come." He then walks towards a room. Aya chases behind him and the butler. Grell chases behind Aya, eyes on the butler. He kept his distance away for he knew it would anger the butler, but he wishes to be close! So, he picks up his pace and draws a bit close. The butler casts a harsh glance at the crimson reaper. Grell backs off. Ciel and Sebastian steps into what appears to be a decorated living room. Aya was astonished by how beautiful the room appears to be. Ciel sits upon a deep blue chair at one end of the coffee table. He lifts his hand towards a couch, same color as the chair he sat in. Aya sits down elegantly as for Grell sits a bit close to her, eye's still on the butler. Ciel gestures the butler to speak, so, Sebastian bends down to his height. Ciel whispers. And with that, the butler walks off, leaving his master with his guest.