the-watch-dog:

demon-madam:

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                          Bzzzzzzz— “Oh for fucksake!”

The physician pulled herself up off the desk that had become her temporary sleeping arrangement, and clawed around under the files scattered before her sleepily. AH! They just wouldn’t leave her alone today.

             ”I told you, I’m not on call today—“ The woman started to hiss into the phone, before the voice of her nephew reached her ears. Oh. That wasn’t Derick trying to reach her again. Oops!

             ”Ah, Ciel! Its wonderful to hear from you.” Angelina said cheerfully, one hand slowly rubbing away the mark the desk had left on her cheek. “Sorry— I, er, thought you were someone else. How are you?”

The boy already felt better talking to his aunt. She had different insights than his mother; she had a spark, a reason to rule others with her passions. It was all very inspiring to him, and he often times fell against her when he felt he had no one to talk to. 

He smiled lightly to himself, causing his voice to chime a bit of a more cheerful tone. “I could care less what dad says. Tell me—what’d you find? Did she go mental?”, he asked, bringing his knees up to his chest while he draped his free arm off them. “Wait—I’ve got it. Diamonds. That way, she’ll be a rich, old dead lady.”

            Those cherry lips curled themselves upwards into a deceptive little smirk. One that the boy, fortunately, wouldn’t get to see. 

            "Even better,“ The woman drawled, stacking her notes neatly before her. This done, Anne would push back from the desk to stand to stood to her full height. Bare feet took her to the edge of her apartment, and she glanced over the Los Angeles night-life with lulled eyes. 

            ”The X-rays showed that she was carrying a 20 inch long skeleton inside of her,“ Angelina whispered creepily, pausing for a breathy sigh. ”It was a foetus which she conceived almost two decades earlier, Ciel! It had become lodged outside the womb and was never expelled from her body. It was simply wonderful.“

            Angelina had a bit of twisted sense of excitement. Harmlessly nerdy, of course. But twisted. It could explain for the fact she had never married.