Doomed to Love

His Butler, Our Contract

(A/N This is one with Grant Abattage. I am true to my word, lovely beings of the universe!)

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I was in a dark bog. That's right. A bog. And I was up to my knees in the most disturbing and questionable water I have ever seen. Which didn't make sense, because I was a foot in from the shore, and I was about 6 foot 4 inches or something.

Oh, and one more thing.

I was talking to a bat hanging upside down from a tree branch.

And not just any bat,

It was albino.

Yes. I, Lord Grant Abattage of the Abattage Family, who has hailed the Queen's call for several generations as the new Alley Cat Family, was speaking to... an albino bat.

"And just who exactly am I speaking with? If this magical being who grants people's wishes is merely a joke, I swear-!"

"You are, indeed speaking with that -ah what did he call me...? Ah! Yes.- magical being. I am very much so, real." The feminine voice chuckled as she said the words "magical being".

"Prove yourself! Let me see you!"

"Sir, I believe you are staring right at me."

My eye twitched. I was not in the mood to deal with this bat's sass.

"I meant your other form. Show me."

"I have several other forms, mister. I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific than that."

"Grrr.... SHOW ME WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE AS A HUMAN THEN!!"

"Fine... No need to yell about it..." She said as she stretched her wings and landed on the ground behind me.

"Thank you for being so considerate. Now I have to turn around." I grumbled as I did indeed turn.

The white bat opened her eyes, and I saw that one was green, and the other was blue with some weird marking on it.

That's weird... I thought albinos were supposed to have red eyes... I thought to myself. Just as I was thinking that, the bat started to transform.

The bat glowed white, until I could only see the white silhouette of it, and started to form the shape of a girl. Correction, a short girl. She looked about 5 foot even. From the girl's silhouette, I could tell she was pretty curvy. When the light faded, I was staring at a goddess.

Beautiful, shiny, rose red hair that was tied up in high pigtails, yet still managed to graze the blades of the grass. Skin just barely had any color to it, no visible flaws or blemishes on her body. She looked to be the age of a 16 year old. A simple sleeveless white dress draped over her body. Must've happened when the light started to fade, I thought. Her eyes, still mismatched, looked like gemstones. An emerald, and a sapphire with some sort of carving on it.

She realized that I was fascinated by her beauty, and she smirked.

"Hm. You like?" She questioned, turning around so I could get the full view.

Hot. Fucking. Damn. She's got great boobs, and an awesome ass. She's got to be either an angel or a demon. Cause elves don't have features like that!

"You could say that..." I replied with an impish grin, as she turned back to face me.

"Hm. So, how old are you?"

"17, to be 18 in the next few months."

"Huh. So, why are you here?"

"My House has been wronged by the Trancy's, and with your help I know for certain I could make them pay."