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Trancy’s
Witch:
Chapter One:
The Deal
“So you
wish to make a contract with me, of all witches; why, Trancy?” I asked calmly,
sitting in the carriage. This Trancy brat was annoying, I could tell. However,
if someone wanted to make a contract, I wasn’t going to say no, after all. A
witch has to eat, after all.
“Claude
told me you’re the best at what you do. I am in need of such services.” He said
simply, eyeing me. “Not only that, but you won’t be required to be a servant.
You’ll be a guest – what is your rank, Witch?” I gave him a smirk, and snapped
my fingers. He instantaneously grabbed his head, his eyes wide and screaming,
writhing in his seat. “Claude, make it stop – make it stop!”
“First off,
you little brat,” I hissed, “You will refer to me as the Illusionist. I am
above such petty rankings you humans have – I’ve lived longer than your
pathetic human life, and demand the utmost respect you have. If not, I can
easily make your life a living hell.” A hand grabbed my wrist and twisted it, I
smirked, and this demon thought he could break me?
“Remove the
illusion, now witch.” His eyes were
glowing – oh my, did I anger him? I merely smirked, and flicked my fingers once
more. The demon released my wrist, and the brat began looking around, calming
down slowly and clinging to the demon. “Don’t raise a hand against my master
again.” He warned, and I grinned.
“Did I
strike a nerve, demon?” I asked, and he merely glowered. The brat, however,
seemed impressed.
“If you can
do that, then no one can beat me! What do you say, Illusionist?” he asked, and
I smirked at his usage at my title. “Will you form a contract?”
“Why should
I?” I asked with a shrug, pulling up the piece of paper that legalized the
contract. “I don’t have time for petty revenge. Make your case carefully,
Trancy, for I just might refuse to make it.” He narrowed those blue eyes at me.
“Simply
put, I want revenge on Sebastian Michaelis for destroying my village and killing
my brother Luka.” I raised an eyebrow. That Phantomhive demon butler was in on
this? My, was I certainly behind the times. Last I heard he had a contract and
devoured the soul of Maria Theresa from the Hapsburg family – oh what was the empire
called… the Holy Roman Empire? I scoffed mentally at the notion – petty mortals
and their need to have conquests. Demons are no better, I supposed. I
critically eyed the brat.
“Now why
would that demon have any notion to destroy your so-called village, Trancy?” I
asked, and then grinned, “Of course, you really aren’t Alois Trancy. Your name is Jim Macken, right?” he paled a
little, his eyes growing wide.
“H-How did
you know that?” I smirked.
“A witch
has her secrets,” was all I said, and handed him the contract. “Now, read over
this carefully, and be careful when you sign it,” I grinned. “You don’t want to
end up giving your soul to the wrong person now, do you?” Trancy frowned.
“My soul
will go to Claude, right?” I shook my head.
“Not
exactly; because now that you wish to have a contract with me, you will be
forced to be subjected to your soul going through the painful process of being
split in half. However,” I raised a hand before he began to object, “I’m not
like any witch, who only eats souls to satisfy her petty self, I require
something different.” I grinned, and leaned closer to whisper it in his ear.
His eyes widened, and as I pulled back, he stared at me.
“I don’t
think I can do that.” He said finally, handing me the contract, unsigned. I shrugged.
“Your loss,
my gain,” I gathered my skirts, “Now if you will excuse me, I guess I shall
find a place for me to stay tonight. Evening, Earl Trancy.” I stepped out of
the carriage, and told the driver (who was quite cute, by the way) to continue
on. He nodded mutely. As the carriage rattled away, I walked back to the cliff,
and sighed as I saw the sky begin to lighten. Another night wasted, I thought bitterly, walking back towards
town. I still haven’t found the right
place for him.
