Black Butler - to the 21st century!

Part 7

"Wha-why are you here?" I stammered, along completely still as only the towel was covering my lower half."He~he~he why, to make sure to were treated well~." Undertaker chuckled.

"You pervert!" I shouted, red-faced from shear embarrassment. Undertaker burst into laughter, and rolled around on the floor drooling. Whilst he was distracted, I manoeuvred myself so that the towel covered all of me. Tying the towel around me, I stood up and glared at Undertaker. Somewhat recovering, He grabbed onto the table as to help him up. He was still in a fit of giggles, much to my annoyance."I will get you back for this! I'm going to burn your hat collection!" I yelled, getting closer to Undertaker. He made no movement as to leave, but stood his ground."Oh~touch a nerve did I~?" He chuckled. My face grew even redder in rage, making him laugh further."You sounded to be enjoying it earlier~." He smirked.

"To hell with it, I'm gonna get my shotgun!" I steamed, stomping away from him in attempts to get it. He caught me by both wrists, halting me."I don't think it would be wise for you to do so, my sweet~." He breathed huskily as he whispered in my ear.

"You creep! Let me go! If I wasn't in a towel I would woop your ass!" I glowered, grinding my teeth. He chuckled, drawing me closer."Would you now~? I didn't know that you were into that kind of thing~." He chuckled. I managed to head butt him, causing his grip to loosen. I took advantage and ran out of the room, still in my towel. I heard heavy foot steps behind me drawing nearer. Luckily my room was close by, so I managed to reach it. I quickly reached into my suitcase looking for anything to beat his ass with. It was then that I finally remembered that I don't have my original suitcase. I then heard a deep chuckling from the door as it slowly opened, revealing a smirking Undertaker. "You know, I figured the demons might do something like this, but I didn't expect you to be the perverted type." I commented, huffing in annoyance.

"He~he~he, I'm usually not but you are the exception." His grin widened. He was about to walk further inside until I heard the voice of William from outside of the room."And what exactly are you doing in Miss Everleigh's room?" William questioned, making his way in the entrance. When he saw me, a light blush dusted his cheeks. It quickly went, as he glowered at Undertaker."Nothing~." Undertaker giggled, as he quickly made his way out. It was then just William and I in the room, and there was an awkward silence."Are you alright, Miss Everleigh?" He asked, genuinely concerned."Yep. Fine thanks, just got molested like, but hey, who doesn't get molested by a creepy mortician?"

"I'll cut him down swiftly." William stormed, adjusting his glasses as hatred flashed across his green eyes."No, you can't kill him! Killing is bad! And besides, I need to get him back." I chuckled darkly, rubbing my hands together. William sweat-dropped."I shall leave you to change to something more appropriate." William bowed, heading for the door.

"Thank you Will!And please call me El!" I shouted after him. He took a glance at me at the corner of his eye and nodded, closing the door after him. It was dark outside, and it was time for some food. I had gotten ready in what I was wearing before, but I knew that I had to at least change out of the clothes and take a shower. I sighed, quickly took a shower and looked through the clothes I were to wear. I grew a few shades paler as I looked at the clothes I had. Lots of them were dresses, but I also had some extremely short skirts and shorts. There were no large t-shirts, just crop tops and tank tops that were way too revealing for my taste. I sighed, picking a clique black dress that hugged my figure. It was strapless, and came to above the knee. It was also made out of soft silk. I looked in the mirror and sighed, as I tied my hair up and put on a bit of makeup. I put on a pair of dreaded black stilettos and almost broke my neck as I walked out. 

I managed to get out of the room and into the main hall without losing snapping my neck, which was good. I still had to exact my revenge...Muhahahahaaaaa! Anyway, I eventually made my way into the dining area. It was dark out, and candles were lit to add to both light and atmosphere. Everything was a pure white, and not a single speck of dirt could be seen. I looked around cautiously, as I really didn't want to be seen wearing what I was. I hid behind a corner and looked out. Sighing in relief, I tip-toed my way to the buffet table, and grabbed some food. As soon as I got a plate full, I ran back to my room in high speed. The thing was I found it easier to run in the heels than to actually walk, something that I found rather funny. I burst through the door of my room and hastily closed it. I then went to the far wall and slid down it, sighing in relief. I took of my heels and began to eat the food, eyes sparkling from the amazing flavour.

It was then that I heard a knock at my door. Panicking, I quickly hid under the bed, and put the plate beside me."Miss Everleigh, I have come to collect you for supper.Miss Everleigh, are you in there...?" A muffled voice said from the other side of the door. I recognised it as Sebastian's voice. I kept quiet, and waited for him to leave. I then heard a sigh from the other side of the door,"Miss Everleigh, I know that you are in there. Please come out. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way." They stated nonchalantly. I still remained quiet and under the bed.

"Very well." Sebastian stated, as he opened the door. I sweat-dropped, realising that I had forgotten to lock the door. He sauntered in, and looked about the place. He walked close to the bed and sighed,"I know where you are. There is no need to make this difficult." I got my fork ready as his feet drew nearer. He was about to lean down to look under the bed when I stabbed him in the foot. Leaving the fork in there, I made for the door and quickly ran with Sebastian hot on my heels (literally- he was carrying my heels for me as I ran away, and he still hadn't taken the fork out of his foot.)