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"I hate you." Sebastian turned to look at the now fully clothed man sitting beside him. His face was neutral but his eyes weren't. But instead of holding anger in them, they held grief. And when (Name) turned to see them, he was shocked that other demons could even feel. Of course, this didn't show upon his face. Sebastian breathed out a heavy, distressed sigh. "The girl. What was she like?" Sebastian asked. (Name) swallowed deeply. "She was...happy. All the time. Never did a day go by without her flashing a smile either directed at me or other men." Sebastian's eyebrows went up. "She was a seductress?" "No, just a flirt." (Name) gritted his

Muffled screaming, most likely from Finny, was just about in (Name)’s earshot. Pluto? “Oh, that blasted dog.” (Name) muttered under his breath. The wooden doors came crashing down, splinters of wood raining down on the freshly swept floor and a chorus of barks came directed at (Name). “Pluto! Heel!” (Name) shouted to no avail. “Sit! No, definitely not the silverware! Stop! Pluto! Mud is going everywhere! Stop!” By the end of it all, the dining hall was in shambles. (Name)’s hair was sticking up in all places like he had been zapped by electricity, his uniform had various holes of varying siz

As the residents of the Phantomhive manor settled down for the night, returning to their cushy beds after a hard days work. A man was just preparing to dine. Sebastian, as a reward for his tireless work, had given him a fresh piece of meat. A blonde man, a bastard of some nameless lord, was lying unconscious in bliss. He was relaxed, unknowing, and sprawled on (Name)’s wooden floor. His blonde hair stuck onto his sweaty porcelain face. His rosebud lips mumbled “That was good, that was good”, like some satanic chant. “Stay still.” (Name) commanded, softly. As if he could hear the words, he lolled his head to

______ sighed. It was 7’O clock at night…and he was still at his large gnarled wooden desk with about 15 test papers on air quality stacked neatly upon the right corner. A growl interrupted his thinking. Glancing up, he saw nothing. He rolled his eyes and bent over to pick up a medium sized crimson box with the title “Tests” scrawled over it in black sharpie. Struggling his way over to the door, box in hand; he managed to open the thick oak door with his foot (a feat of which he was proud). Turning over into a scrunched position, with the red box balancing upon his left leg and being kept upright with his stomach,

Harris had been missing for ages now. Eventually, the school had to find a replacement chemistry teacher. Preferably one that wasn’t as cruel as the last but not too soft upon the mischievous adolescents that inhabited the corridors of BHHS. Naturally, _______ suited the job perfectly. He had two years worth of teaching under his belt and had just recently moved to Beacon Hills. He was basically qualified to teach almost all subjects. And at current he was motionless and staring at the entire class with the glassy look in his eye. As it turns out, many of the students did not know what the hell he was talking about. Turns out that H

The (hair colour) haired man slept peacefully on his desk, surrounded by numerous pieces of paper which were all uncompleted newspaper articles. A sudden loud banging on his front door burst him out of his slumber and making him fall out of his swivel chair, falling not-so-softly onto the beige carpet. Wiping the crust from his eyes, he gripped the chair to pull his arse up from the wrapper coated ground. He let out a stifled yawn whilst padding down the stairs of his home “I’m coming! I’m coming!” he yelled at the stranger on his doorstep. However, this was no stranger, it was Matt. “God, what time is it? Isn&

Adalwulf, also now known as Valentina, was loitering around the school yard in search for a particular gypsy. He found him hanging around a young blonde girl in a summer dress. What was her name? Leah? Probably but he couldn’t be bothered with learning it. He decided to avoid Peter for today and go back inside as he was still recovering for the fever that and he wanted to switch forms for a few minutes. The man walked calmly around the building to find a spot that wasn’t either being used for sex or drugs. He wanted to text his younger sister in case she had started to go through the fever stage of the infection. God that was the