Angel and Demon ||Sebastian x OC||

Because

Sighing, I undressed, pulling my robe over my shoulders, I tie the sash before looking out the window, watching the clouds pass slowly over the night sky. There's a knock on the door but I say nothing and hope the person leaves. I sigh tiredly as I look at the stars.

"You know they're not going to leave, they're still outside your door." I look to Delilah, giving her a small smile but I shook my head.

"I don't want to be around anyone at the moment..."

"Did you sing our song..?" I pursed my lips but I nod after a moment. I felt a warmth around me, although nothing was touching me. Delilah was hugging me.

"I'm sorry, big sister." I shook my head and I looked down at the floor numbly. She sighs before letting me go, cold enveloping me once again.

"You have lost your light...just like that boy did...when he watched his-"

"Speak anything more about him, and I'll get mad." Is all I say before opening the door, brushing past Sebastian and walking into the garden.
I stare up at the sky before I loosen the sash of my robe and drop the robe until it's around my upper arms, I retie the sash before opening my wings and with one bet of my wings I'm up in the sky.

"Where are you going, lamb?" I look to my mother, before answering with a smile devoid of emotions.

"The one place I find solace." With that I flee towards London. Tears flooding my vision as I continue to just head straight with slight slopes from when I wipe my eyes.

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I land and fix my robe before knocking on the door. Mother nor sister ever set foot within three blocks of this place.

"Who is it~?" I take a deep breath before plucking a feather of mine and setting it at the threshold of the door. I knock once again before flying off and heading towards the cemetery. I land at the entrance of the large cemetery, my black robe dragging behind me as I walk through the rows, looking for someone. My heart clenches as I count the amount of baby headstones there are.

'Neither mother, Delilah nor Sebastian or father can come here.' Was the only thought I had as I looked through the headstones.

"What do I do?" I look down at the gravestone I've stopped by and see a name I loath but love at the same time.

"Sirius...what do I do?" I cry as I kneel in the dirt as it starts to lightly rain and let outa blood curdling scream.

"WHAT THE HELL!" I scream at the top of my lungs. After I scream for minutes on end, 'til I'm a sobbing mess in the mud at a grave.

"You could wake the dead with that kind of scream there, love~" I look up weakly.

"I do not know what to do anymore." I say weakly to the man with long silver near white hair.

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Undertaker's perspective
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I sigh as the small dearie collapses into the mud. I take off my coat before wrapping it around her frame and picking her up to carry her with one hand, an umbrella in my other. As I walk out I notice a black suit walking out of my field of view, I turn to see nothing there.
I chuckle as I walk along the cobblestone of London streets, the thud of my shoes on the stones. I start humming, keeping my coat over the little dearie's body.
I frown as I notice a butler on the roof tops, staring at me. I chuckle as I head in the direction of my humble shop. I close the umbrella before opening the door, walking in and kicking it closed, setting the umbrella by the entrance.
I clean off her legs, hands and general areas before closing my eyes and changing her robe.

I walk to where I usually put her up for the night. I open the door to a spare room with a lone coffin on a table with steps coming down. A side of the coffin is missing so she can get out of it.
I pull the thick red velvet blankets back before setting the little dearie in the black mahogany coffin, red and black bedding underneath her.
I smooth her hair before pulling the blanket over her and walking out, closing the door behind me.
I check the time and it was nearly dawn, so I make myself some tea before I lean over a counter in the front of shop and take a long sip of tea as the front door opens. I turn my head slightly and see familiar black shoes.

"Hehe~ Hello, butler." My voice nasally and slightly higher than normal.

"Hello, undertaker." I turn and see Sebastian Michaelis. I smirk before opening my arms wide and smiling.

"What brings you here so late, Mister Michaelis?" His eye twitched as he looked at me.

"Where is she?" It was more of a demand to know rather than a question. I chuckle and tap my hair-covered temple.

"You know my price butler." I chuckled slyly.

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Third person's Perspective
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There was a loud bout of laughter, causing his sign to fall in front of the shop. Sebastian cringed at the loud sound but soon regained his composure straightening out his coat as the Undertaker gains some of his composure.
Chuckles leaking from his throat every now and then as Undertaker gets up and leaves the room, ushering Sebastian into the back room and through to another room, a shiny black coffin lay on a table. The coffin was big enough to be a single bed.
Sebastian examined the coffin and its contents. A woman lay inside, her body in a zig-zag, a hand under her head, the other tucked under her body.

"Why is she in a coffin?" Sebastian raised a brow, the undertaker grew serious, something the man didn't do often, if at all.

"She wasn't in the best state of mind when I found her... so I put her in there to rest." Sebastian studied Nirvana as she lay still inside, almost looking like she was in her state of eternal rest.

"Nirvana is still alive but she's trying to regulate her emotions, she'll be like that for another hour, maybe more."

"I don't have an estimated hour to spare..." Sebastian complained, looking at his pocket watch.

"Then leave her here...I'm sure you'll be busy, butler, I'll keep an eye on her. She's pretty much family after all." The Undertaker looked down and smile almost lovingly at the still body.
Sebastian looked at Nirvana, her lithe body clad in a velvet red robe before rubbing his temples with a sigh.

"Please inform her most of the mansion staff will be away on a weeks holiday to Houndsworth, as of this morning," The Undertaker nods.

"Our young master has some business to attend to there. One of our other butlers will be back at the estate for her in case she has any queries." The Undertaker nods once again as he watches the butler leave.

"Good night, Undertaker."

"And to you, Mister Butler." The Undertaker's voice now back to his airy fairy way. Sebastian took one last look at the woman sleeping in the coffin soundly.

"Best get back to your master, Mister Butler, the sun is almost up." The undertaker said with a smug tone.
Sebastian gave a slight growl before walking out slamming the door. The undertaker rolled his eyes before pulling the blanket from under her arms and pulled it to cover her shoulder.

Leaning over, the Undertaker, placed a kiss on her temple before leaving to his own quarters, not necessarily sleeping but resting none the less. Almost like he was waiting Nirvana's slumber out.

a/n: feel free to point out grammatical errors in a constructive way.