Sebastian X Reader: Pirate's Daughter Ch.3

Sebastian X Reader: Pirate’s Daughter Ch.3

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 There is Violence, a little bit of language, and nudity in this.

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                After I had eaten the soup, I felt incredibly tired. My eyelids felt heavy as they drooped, I struggled to stay awake, trying to fight the drug now running through my blood. I succumb to sleep, unable to find the strength to fight the drug.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Finny’s P.O.V. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

                I watch as Blade struggles to fight the drug Sebastian gave him, to make him sleep. He’s stayed awake longer than anyone else have. Which in his condition is a feat. He hasn’t changed, no not at all. He exactly the same as he was when he ‘led’ the young master and Sebastian to the labs I was in. It was no chance of fate, Blade set it all up. Not even Sebastian noticed this, and if he did, he’s forgotten about it. Blade could have been taken care of so much earlier, but instead chose to free me and doom himself to years of living on the street, fighting to survive. All I can do to repay him is to watch over him and take care of him now. I look at Berwald, him being the oldest and obviously in charge when Blade is not, and ask, “Shall I carry him to his room now?”

                “Yeah, he needs to sleep. I hate having to drug so he’ll sleep, but it’s the only way he’ll get any rest.” Berwald says, saddened by what they have to do to their savior, and friend. I nod and lift Blade’s impossibly light body. I expected him to be a lot heavier, so when I picked him up I nearly throe him across the room. Readjusting myself I carry him to the room Sebastian prepared. It was right across from Sebastian’s own room. The boys posted a guard and swapped every couple of hours, I showed each of them where all the gardening tools and equipment were, when the time came.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Emil’s P.O.V. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

                It was my turn to watch Mother, and it was getting dark outside. I sat in a chair positioned so I could see the whole room. Blade was sleeping peacefully. Off in her own dream land. I whip my head around to the door and ready my knives. I see Sebastian enter and I go to ask him what the hell is he doin’ in Mother’s room. Or I would have for not the fact that all of a sudden I see a ghost. Walk across the room toward Mother. I am petrified. I know am as pale as the ghost is.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sebastian’s P.O.V. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

                I heard about how long Blade lasted against the drug I slipped him, all it did was raise my curiosity of the young man. I walked to his room to watch him, upon arriving I found a young boy, Emil I think, standing guard. When he saw me he whipped out his knives and was about to yell at me when he went as pale as a sheet. I turned toward the thing that had scared Emil so badly. I saw a strange apparition. She looked a lot like Blade. But her eyes were (F/C) instead of emerald, her skin was naturally paler than Blade’s too. She had a gorgeous dress on, it was a pirate’s dress, the shirt hung off her shoulders and the vest formed to her body, emphasizing her curves and beauty. Her skirt had a slit down the side that started at the hip and went down from there. I went to see her legs, but instead found a long purple scaly tale. It was not just a ghost, it was a ghost of a siren. Now I was slightly uncomfortable by its presence. She completely ignored us and went straight to Blade. Blade was now tossing and turning from nightmares that plagued his sweet head. The apparition stroked his cheek with such loving care. Blade calmed slightly. Then she kissed him upon his perfect lips. A single tear fell from her eye and landed on Blades eye, making it look like it was him that was crying. His eyes opened wide, but he was not awake. His eyes had turned pure white and glowed blue slightly. His mouth gasped open for air, but he choked instead, his body shook with seizures. His eyes returned to their normal state and he began coughing, not fully awake. He reached for a bucket that was statically but beside his bed in reach. He grabbed it and coughed up water from his lungs. He took several deep breaths and calmed his beating heart. Emil broke down in sobs. Blade motioned him to come close. Emil climbed into the bed and cuddled with Blade. Then Blade began to sing.

“Go to sleep ‘a little baby,

Go to sleep ‘a little baby,

Mommas not home and Daddy’s out workin’,

An’ it leaves nobody but the baby,

Go to sleep ‘a little baby,

Go to sleep ‘a little baby,

Lay your bones on the alabaster stones,

An’ it leaves nobody but the baby,

Go to sleep ‘a little baby,

Go to sleep ‘a little baby,

You, me, plus the devil makes three,

An’ it leaves nobody but the baby.”

                When he stops singing I feel slightly sleepy. Realization hits me at this, the siren was probably his mother, so he received some of her powers. It makes since now. The way he can cause people to either notice, or not notice him. How he feels no remorse when he kills, how he can have his boys be so well trained. He quickly dresses in his suit, it matches mine perfectly. He leaves the coat though, so that it would be different. I watch as he arms himself, his knives go in to his sleeves and his vest. He even has a few around his ankles. I know that he knows I’m here, but he doesn’t acknowledge me. He just gets ready for the day, being as it is about time to begin the day. His head whips toward the door, and he scowls.

                “Damn man. He’ll burn us all alive.” He says then departs quickly, running to, I know naught where. About a minute after he leaves the smell of smoke hits my sensitive nose. How did he know? I would have been the first to know. So how? I rush to the kitchen where Bard has probably tried to burn down the kitchen.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Reader’s P.O.V. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

                I rush to the kitchen, I don’t ask Sebastian where it is, I just follow the smell of smoke. I grab the fire extinguisher from the wall and spray it on to the chef and the fire on the stove that was moving to the wall.

                “God damn it! Don’t you know how to cook! You only use explosives if you’re fishing!” I yell at the foam covered man. He just stands there with his mouth open and his cigarette on the floor. I put one and on my hip and run the other through my hair. “Me boys know how to cook better than you.”

                “Oh well if you’re so great at it then you make it!” The man yells back at me. I smirk sending chills down his spine, my eyes are have lidded and lazy.

                “I could do it blind folded.” I say right as Sebastian walks in. Sebastian looks between the man and I and starts chuckling.

                “It seems you missed, Blade.” He says gesturing to the Foam covered man. I grin and reply.

                “No, I didn’t. If he wants to cook and burn down the kitchen, every time I catch him doing that, I will cover him and the fire with foam. Otherwise he won’t learn.” Sebastian looks at me with humor in his eyes.

                “What were you and Bard talking about before I interrupted?” Sebastian asks. The foam covered man, Bard I’m guessing, laughs.

                “We were betting who was the better cook. Blade here said that he could cook what I was, when it went up in flames, blindfolded.” Sebastian removes a blind fold from his pocket, how convenient. He smirks.

                “Now this I’d like to see.” He says handing me the blind fold. I take it, take a good look at the layout of the room, and put it on. Tying it tightly to my head. “What was it you were making Bard?”

                “Just some pancakes, bacon, eggs, I was thinking of making some hash browns too.” Bard says, I know his shrugged a bit like nothing big. I smile and find the flour. Since flour has no smell I stick my finger in and get some, then I stick my finger into my mouth. A bitter disgusting taste inters my mouth and I know that I was right. It was indeed flour. I make a slight face at the flavor. Brad laughs.

                “That’s not sugar, its flour!” I sigh loudly.

                “I know, I needed to make sure though, and the only way to do that is to taste it.” When I say this in a bored matter of fact way, Bard shuts up instantly and Sebastian is the one who chuckles now. I go through the ingredients needed and find each and every one of them, I find the right measurements by feeling the engraved numbers and letters on the instruments. I begin to cook and I get each and every pancake a delicious golden brown, crisp on the outside and fluffy on the inside. The eggs I get over easy, the yoke slightly runny. The bacon I get nice and crisp with a nice chewy softness. I wash, peel and shred the potatoes, without cutting my fingers off. Then I fry them to a golden brown just like the pancakes. I even arrange then all on a plate with the blind fold on. I remove the blind fold once I’m done. Sebastian looks at me in pride and joy, that I didn’t blow up the kitchen or burn the food. Bard just looks at me like ‘What the hell are you’. I smile sickeningly sweet.

                “Aren’t you going to make sure I didn’t do anything wrong?” I ask my voice is dripping with honey and is sickeningly sweet, like my smile. Bard gulps, now thoroughly scared of me. His hand is shaky as he lifts a bit of pancake to his mouth. He instantly goes into a state of bliss. Sebastian raises an eyebrow and takes a bite too. He smiles.

                “My, my, you certainly are a good chef. I believe this will do for the young master’s breakfast.” Sebastian says. He praises me, but to my ears it all sounds fake. “Prepare his place at the head of the table. You will serve his food.”

                “Of course.” I reply. I bow, my body shows no signs of life, and my eyes convey no emotion. Sebastian looks at me with worry written on his face, I turn and begin making preparations while he awakes the young master. I set his place, making no noise, I set his place. When he sits down I announce the food with no emotion in my voice. I am preparing myself, I know something’s coming. The young master eats in silence. The only noise made is the tinkling of his silverware on his plate. There is a loud bang and the window shatters. I see the knife heading toward the young master’s head. There is a moment of silence that was shattered by the quiet jingling of the bell around my ankle. The knife digs into my shoulder. Bard, Mey-rin, Finny, and Sebastian jump into action. I pull the bloody knife from my bleeding shoulder, and throw the knife back out the window and I hit the man right in the heart. “I think you dropped this.”

                My voice is cold and evil sounding. I pull out two more knives and let out a whistle, a bird call. My boys immediately appeared, armed to the teeth and started fighting the small army that dare tried to eliminate our young master. I laugh and quickly kill two of the men. I am going strong and am loving the feeling of do or die. Blood splatters on me, it drips down my cheek. I lick it of my cheek, and grin wickedly. I put my hands together and begin chanting. The air around me glows and my feet no longer touch the ground.

                “Sit at inimicum meum ut fugeret cultris¹.” I chant and wave my hand at my enemies and knives fly from my palms, finding their resting places in their hearts. “Veni ad liberandum nos amici mei tigris².”

                My tigers come from the forest and attack my enemies from behind. My boys retreat, knowing I’ve overtaken the battle field. I’ve always had the ability to use magic. Something that I got from my father and my mother. I’m cut and bleeding, my energy spent. I sink back down to the ground and my tigers come and lick my wounds. The staff of the Phantomhive estate, look at me with a new horror and respect. Sebastian comes to my side, my tigers growling at his, I wave my hand at them and they stop. They nuzzle me and purr against my torn body. My outfit is ruined. Well, the shirt is anyway. I had lost my vest, removing for better movement. My shirt was torn and ripped, the bottom now only came to my belly button, revealing the brands on my side and back. Sebastian reads one and gasps. He removes my shirt to reveal the rest of it and my wrap. Which he thought was for the wound on my back. His fingers trace the saying.

                “Daemonis prole³.” He whispers. The others gather around me and gasp at my scarred and branded body. “Demon’s offspring. How did you get these?”

                “Remember? I told you. When people adopted me, strange things happened in the night. Sometimes while playing I’d chant a spell and summon my fairy friends. They branded me with that when that happened. They branded ‘Maledictus puer maris⁴’ when I was under water for over a half hour. People do horrible things to people or things they don’t understand. But the thing that made it worse, was the fact that…”

                “You’re a boy?” Sebastian interrupts, thinking he’s got it all figured out. I shake my head ‘no’.

                “No. It was the fact that I was a girl that made it worse. A daughter of the sea, a siren that’s what they thought I was. Not even I know what I am other than the offspring of a pirate.” I say, growing sleepy. The sun was setting, the day went faster than it should have. Finny, Bard and Ciel were red from the statement that I was a girl. Sebastian on the other hand seemed happy about it. My boys knew that they would have found out eventually, but they didn’t think it’d happen this fast. I knew the butler was a demon. My boys didn’t though. Sebastian picked me up and carried me to my room. He got the bath ready and blindfolded himself. He then stripped me of my clothes and put me in the bath. I was too weak to protest. I feel asleep to the feeling of Sebastian massaging the soap into my hair.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sebastian’s P.O.V. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

                I was surprised to find out that Blade could use magic. Also that he, excuse me, she was in fact a siren’s daughter. I was not as surprised as I was happy to find out that she was a girl. I felt sorry that her perfect body was marred and branded. Something about her attracted me to her. Was it because she was sort of like me? Was it because her soul was sweet and dripping with honey? Was it because she saw the knife first and put herself in harm’s way to protect the young master? It cannot be love, Demons can’t love. I massage the soap from her hair to find her asleep. Once the bath is done I dry her and dress her in a night gown. I lay her down in bed and her tigers jump up on the bed and snuggle next to her, surrounding her protectively. I smile at how sexy she looks surrounded by dangerous cats. I scratch the large cats behind the ears. I’m in a trance until the young bra- Master snaps me out of it.

                “Sebastian, are you going to get me ready for bed or are you going to stand there hypnotized by the tigers?” Ciel says in an amused but serious voice. I nod.

                “Right. Come with me young master.” I try to usher him out but he goes and sits on the edge of Blade’s bed. He looks at her.

                “It is hard to believe that such a fragile creature wrecked that much havoc.” He says brushing her bangs from her eyes. I nod. It is indeed quite unbelievable. He stands and heads toward his room, with me following him. We now know the true reason that Emil calls Blade Mother, although, it’s probably true that she raised him since he was four. Otherwise the lie wouldn’t have been as believable. I prepare the young master for bed, and once he’s asleep, I return to Blade’s room. I make sure she’s comfortable and that her wounds have stopped bleeding. Since they are I bandage them. The tigers pay me no heed since it is clear to them that I mean no harm. I watch her sleep for the rest of the night, falling asleep at one point myself.