The Past Has its Ways of Finding you (2)RECAP:
……‘how many bloody people did they send out in this group, they keep seeming to multiple like rabbits!’ she swore silently and reached into her apron pockets, her thudding heart coming to stand still as not only was she out of cartridges but the only thing nestled inside the cloth was a envelope. Peeking at the seal on the letter she swore the mark on her thigh throbbed violently. It was a seal that stirred many different feelings inside of her like that of a witch’s cauldron. Something she saw on a yearly base but for some reason she felt that this year something was going to happen, and it wasn’t necessarily going to be a good thing. ’this is not the time Maylene!’ Turning away quickly she grabbed at the metal box waiting by Bards feet…
The esteemed butler walked down the steps, stepping over the bodies strewn across the once manicured lawn as he watched the three silhouettes that stood along the stone walling of the Pha
The Past has its ways of finding you chp 1(sequel)“Are you quiet comfortable young master?” the tall butler questioned as he looked at the young earl through the flickering of a candle flame. The young boy looked up from the vast ocean of satin that surrounded him in waves and made a small nest about his body.
“I am quite comfortable yes, you both may take your leave” he said his eyes playing connect the dots between the candle wielding butler to the maid that held the evening tray of tea that he had just finished taking part in. The pair bowed in unison and exited the room closing the door behind them with a barely audible click.
“They have been prowling the grounds for a good thirty minutes or so Mr. Sebastian” The red headed maid whispered looking up at him through ridiculously large frames that sat perched upon her nose.
“yes and now that the light has left the earls window they will soon move in to attack, so no time for dawdling off to your duties Miss Maylene” He responded quietly
In Times Of Service: Final Chapter"Maylene…" the sword dropped properly to his side as he stared at the woman in front of him arms spread wide.”You'd do well to listen to adults next time" she joked lightly looking over her shoulder at him "Now behave Ceil" she smiled dropping her arms and she tripped sideways. Two sets of blue eyes widened as red liquid seeped and sprawled its way across the light yellow material that made up the maids dress. She smiled at the Phantomhive boy before nature and gravity took over. With the closing of eye lids and a sigh she dropped, hitting the ground with a thud…....
Blue eyes trembled in shock as they focused on the body sprawled across the ground, shades of red clashing across the ground. “M-Maylene” The Phantomhive boy stared down at the body that lay at his feet ‘why?’
“She was an idiot!”
Ceil’s attention flew upwards to look upon the boy who had caused all the problems. Carter stood his arm still raised as he star
In times of service chp 12The carriage bumped along the road gently as it rolled down the road beneath the silver coating of the rising moon. The birds slept and kept quiet above inside the trees as below in the course grass came the wild chattering and chirping of the crickets. The pristine butler of the Phantomhive family sat perched high in the seat.
Black eyes were trained forward watching the rippling of the muscles beneath the well brushed coats of the horses. Keen hearing that he had alerted him to listen to the deep even breathing of the child that now slept within the vehicle cloaked in finery and comfort as they traveled. A young boy of twelve that held more power than men five times his age, an innocent face covering a mind of unbridled confidence and drive. A drive that pushed him forward strong and hell bent towards hiss goal, his current goal being taking back what was his.
Eyes narrowing in thought he allowed his thoughts to conquer (this is rather going to be troublesome. It is obvious that the
In times of Service chapter 11“Bad luck” Ceil snorted as Sebastian removed the glass immediately and replaced the cracked glass with a shinning new one.
“Yes” the Chinese man responded leaning back against his whicker seat “The cracking of a cup symbolizes bad luck, an ill omen if you will. It means that something bad is going to happen usually in an upcoming event” he said peering at the earl from over his sky blue fan.
“Ah so one of your eastern superstitions” he sighed taking the tea cup into his hands and rolled it back and forth sucking the warmth from the glass. “I do not believe in such things” he closed his eyes calmly as he brought the cup to his lips ending the conversation.
“Do you have a lot of superstitions in your country Mr. Lau?” Elizabeth asked looking at the Asian man.
“Yes many. But it’s not like my country is the only one that has them” he smiled at her “Your country also has some if I am correct
In times of Service chapter 10Sunlight poured into the room slithering over the bed like a snake in the woods. With a soft groan she rolled over on her side covering her eyes with the back of her hand. She had been wrong, this castle did have windows. But only half of it did therefore signaling that this castle was built either in two different times or only one side had been remolded. Her eyes fell onto the body that was also sharing the bed with her. Young Carter slept undisturbed and completely oblivious to the world around him, his flaming red hair lay in a mess around his face moving as the young boy breathed in and out. Reaching over she carefully brushed strands off of his cheek before sliding carefully from the bed.
A quirk of a smile teased her lips as she looked at the empty porcelain cup that stood on the nightstand, a spoon of silver leaning against the lip of the teacup. The boy had begun to calm down once he had crawled into her bed yet what sent him into dreamland was the hot milk laced with honey. S
In Times of Service Chapter 9“Mommy?” she said in shock and he laughed.
“Forget about it…ill talk about that later” he smiled.
Pushing her glasses up she took in the appearance of the boy. He was taller than Ceil even in the flat shoes that he was wearing. Sharp blue eyes shone with many emotions in the pale skinned face. The contrast was almost painful compared to the bright red hair that was pulled back and tied at the nape of his neck with a leather strap. The boy was dressed in casual finery therefore allotting the thought that he was definitely not lacking in money. The boy in question flushed as if embarrassed at her scrutiny.
“How long have I been asleep?”
“Mmmmm about four days. You bumped your head when you passed out”
With brown eyes she continued to watch the boy. He did not seem as if he was meaning any harm towards her or an ill mind sight. “Where am I?” she finally asked and the boy looked her a smiled spreading across his features so