Quest for the Lost--Sebastian's Daughter Sequel (A Black Butler Fanfic) COMPLETE

Chapter 16

When I got out of the bath, I got dressed and then walked into the bedroom and saw Maria rummaging through bags. Finny looked over at me and shrugged.

"Maria? What are you doing?"

She jumped at the sound of her name. "Oh, Selena, don't scare me like that!"

I was confused. "You should have known I was in here."

"I did, but you can't just sneak up on me the way you did."

"Sorry," I whispered, walking over to Finny.

"It's alright, dear," Maria smiled, then continued searching the bags.

"So what are you doing?" I asked again.

Maria looked up at me. "I was just looking for my hair pin, but I guess I lost it. Anyway, I should go back and join your father." She walked over and patted my shoulder. "You have no idea how much I want this to work out, Selena."

I smiled at her, and she smiled back before leaving the room.

"Well, that wasn't awkward," Finny commented.

I shrugged. "She's never acted that way before."

"It must be the pressure she's under. If this doesn't work, Sebastian might go crazy butler on her like he does us."

I laughed, then sat down on the the bed and looked out the window, watching the trees sway in the wind, and the orange sunset in the background.

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Third person POV:

Sebastian was standing outside the diner where he and Maria were supposed to meet with this mystery scientist who supposedly knew something about Angelica's whereabouts. He looked at his pocket watch. It had been five minutes since Maria had claimed she'd left something behind in the hotel and raced after it. She had claimed it would take her no less than ten minutes to return.

He put away his pocket watch and looked up at the busy Boston streets. People were running from store to store, carrying armfuls of shopping bags and boxes. The winter holidays were swiftly approaching, so everyone was hurrying to buy gifts for friends and loved ones.

What would he buy Selena? He wondered to himself this thought. He hadn't celebrated winter holidays before he met Angelica. She decided they should celebrate Christmas as a family, and he had agreed. Every year since then, he had bought Selena a Christmas present. He had thought about her the two years they were apart, and had almost bought her a gift out of habit the first Christmas away from her. He wondered what he should do.

"Sebastian?"

Maria's voice pulled him from his thoughts. He checked his pocket watch. Nine minutes, fourteen seconds.

"Right on time," he said, trying to sound impressed.

Maria smirked and pulled her dress back to reveal her shoes. "I know how to work these shoes."

They were white and had about a three inch heel.

"Please," Sebastian said. "Everyone wears shoes like that."

"Hmph!" Maria crossed her arms and looked away.

Sebastian sighed. "So who is this man we're meeting?"

"His name is Christopher. He is well known for discovering new breeds on different species and his other smaller discoveries. He's very intelligent, and I worked with him a couple times while...... uhh...."

Hunting my daughter. Sebastian thought to himself. He didn't question or give the slightest gesture to make Maria know he knew what she meant. All he said was, "Well, we are late, so shall we?" He gestured toward the door to the diner.

"Certainly," Maria said, then led the way inside.

They approached a table with a man sitting in one of the three chairs around it. He appeared to be in his late thirties, had black framed, thick lensed glasses, dark brown hair, pale skin, and was swirling some wine in a glass as he gazed at a menu.

He looked over and saw Maria and Sebastian walking toward him, and then stood to greet them.

He greeted Maria with a hug, and Sebastian with a firm handshake. They all took their seats, and Sebastian and Maria ordered refreshments.

"So, Maria, what all have you heard about this discovery that took place ten years ago?" Christopher asked, sipping his wine.

"We've heard a great deal. A fallen angel, found and hunted down by viscous scientists. Her body was taken somewhere and preserved by the only surviving carriage from a devastating crash. Her body is somewhere in the city's outskirts, but we've had no luck in finding it."

Christopher leaned in, still holding his wine. "Your story has a few tiny errors. Would you like for me to clear misconceptions?"

Maria hastily nodded.

Leaning back, Christopher began his explanation.

*

Selena had fallen into a deep sleep next to Finny on the bed. He lay there, watching the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, slowly and steadily.

He soon sat up slowly, careful not to wake Selena, and looked out the window. It had gotten darker out, and the moon was nowhere in sight. Finny stood and walked over to the window to close the drapes.

He stopped suddenly when he thought he'd seen movement in the bushes. He peered out into the night, but couldn't see anything in so little light. He closed the drapes, and then looked back over at Selena.

She looked so peaceful in sleep. Her face wasn't painted with expressions of pain and depression like it was during the day. Her wings were folded to her back, but he could see a couple black feathers poking their way out the slits in her dress cut for her wings. She wasn't tense or stressed while sleeping. She seemed at ease.

Finny was startled from his thoughts by a commotion in the hallway. He quietly walked over to the door and cracked it open to hear what was going on.

"I promise you," someone was saying, "there are no scientists here!"

"Maybe not, but their precious subject is on this floor! And you have to tell us which room before we blow your head sky high."

Finny quickly ducked back into the room and quietly shut and locked the door. He peaked through the curtains, and saw people with flashlights searching the grounds. They were trapped.

A knocking came on the door, waking Selena. She rubbed her eyes and sat up as the door burst open, revealing men dressed in black and a couple in white lab coats.

Finny saw the fear in Selena's eyes before he even turned to look at her. It was another expression that she seemed to constantly wear. An expression he wanted to help rid her of forever.

"Found you," one man said, then lunged at her.