-Eyes of a Demon- A Black Butler Fanfiction (Abandoned)

A Trancy Job

I have to say, working for the trancy boy is not so bad. Sure, he's a blonde, transgender, boy-whore, but he isn't mean or anything. He even gave me a name, "Caste". It's really the only thing I disagree with in this household, but I'm only a maid, so I don't get a say in anything. Then there's Claude.........
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"CLAUDE!!!!!!" I screamed, almost frothing at the mouth with my anger at the stuck up, self centered, sonofa-- "yeees?" Ah there he was. I stood still, glaring at him, waiting to see if he could guess what was wrong this time, as he was so apt to do when I was royally pissed off. He stared back, his eyes colder than any snowflake could ever wish to be. "Miss Caste, whatever is the matter?" I rolled my eyes, was he really trying to play dumb again? I knew he knew why I was pissed, there was definitely something...... otherworldly about him, and this particular was hard to miss. "I believe you know damn well what, Claude." I didn't even bother to compose myself, I was about to shred him to bit- wait, how was I so aggressive? I know I can get pissed and stay pissed, but I would never make death threa- ahhh whatever I'm pissed, it makes sense. "Miss Caste, I do believe the kitchen has a hole in it." Is it possible to literally slap the smirk off someone's face? no? I'll make it possible, then. "You're goddamn right it has a hole in it Claude! Did your imaginary friend visit again? In the middle of the freaking night? How the hell didn't me or the master or BOTH of us wake up from the noise!? There had to have been some noise, I mean, you blew a freakin' hole in the wall. and why didn't you tell me sooner!? It's supper time Claude, supper time! How are we going to get this fixed before nighttime so we don't have wild animals just walking right into the manor!!!?
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"Yes, my lord?"
"Ah, Caste daaaaarling, there is something I must tell you"
"What is it?"
"Well, Claude isn't exactly human, as I'm sure you've figured out...."
"Yes sir, I have noticed that he has some.... unique qualities about him."
"Hahahahahahaha 'unique qualities' oh how funny you are Caste. But I must tell you, he does have an...... imaginary friend who visits at times, and the manor always ends up in a horrible state of disarray. All I ask of you Caste, is that you not question these occurrences, and clean up the manor as efficiently as possible."
"Yes m'lord, whatever you say."
~Caste leaves~
"Claude"
"Yes?"
"Well? Did you do what I asked?"
"Yes."
"And the results?"
"Were as you suspected, my lord."
"Oh, we shall have fun with her."
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I glared at Claude, waiting to see what he came up with this time. It was kind of fun listening to his excuses for his encounters with his imaginary friend. I would only later find out, most of his stories were true..... But for now, I was remembering other incidents. There was the time I woke up to find a red chainsaw impaled in my bedroom wall, dripping with blood, and when I told Claude, he insisted there was no such thing as a chainsaw, It was a "Reaper's Scythe". When I went back to my room at lunchtime, everything was back to normal, not even a scratch in the paint.
Then the time I walked downstairs and the manor was covered in cats, real, ceramic, stuffed, my god it was a furry nightmare! But the time that happened, I learned something about myself. I'm allergic to cats. Severely. Thank god I realized what the sneezing meant before it got too bad. I had to stay in my room for almost a week though, that incident was the only time Claude didn't entirely clean it up the first time..... the second time....... the third goddamn time............. and again, for a fourth time, there were still cats that would pop out of cabinets, rooms, even a teeny-tiny kitten I found mewling in one of the deep drawers of the Trancy master's desk. I've never been in Claude's room, but I bet you it held all the ceramic and stuffed cats since the master absolutely hates the living ones. Ever since then, it's been pretty quiet, until now. "Claude." "Yessssss miss Caste?" "Well first of all I told you to call me Caste, second of all, whAT THE HELL ARE WE GOING TO DO?" "Miss Caste, might I ask you to bring the Young Master his supper while I take care of the wall?" So I stood there, preparing the Master's supper, extremely nervous, thinking all the while that wild animals were going to jump through the hole in the wall and destroy the rest of the manor. When I brought the master's supper up, I expected him to say something, but I was simply waved away, and told to "go clean something" obviously, the young master was preoccupied and did not know what happened, and that could buy some time. Oh, did I forget to mention that in all of the past incidents, once the master found out, life was hell for me? It would have been hell for Claude if he wasn't so arrogantly calm. Screw that man. So, as soon as I was out of the master's study, I rushed downstairs to the kitchen, only to find it absolutely perfect, as if Claude had never blown a hole in it at all. Then again, there was something about him that was NOT natural. From then on, I swore to do whatever it would take to find out what.