This fanfic is brought to you by Battygirl and moi. :) GrellxOC, GrellxSebastian...GrellxWilliam (if any of you see it that way.)
This is our first time writing fanficition together in quite a while, so if you think something is wrong, please leave constructive criticism.
Warning; yaoi...
Disclaimer; Two of the OCs, Seba ad Syfirus, have been used in a fanficition before by Egyptian Wolf. However, as Battygirl is the co-creator of these characters we've adapted our own versions into this fanfiction. Nancy and Ivan are MINE! Taken and adapted from a novel I am working on so no plagiarizing please.
Anyhow, enjoy! ;)
The night was calm. The moon clung in the sky like a crystal ball; the black slit of a cat's eyes at its side. The fortune of doom was about and above. The Heavens reeked of a fallen goodness that haunted the air and the heavy emotions of the two that sat in a carriage. A sigh escaped Ciel's chest as he sat, staring out into the night with his sorrowful, blue eyes. The streets were alone, empty, with nothing but the longing of society to come out and linger about in warm-hearted conversation.
"Is my lord irritated?" Sebastian asked, noting the boy's boredom. Ciel sighed again before turning to his servant.
"These reoccurring killings just seem so strange. I feel as though they're a waste of time," the young Earl told the demonic butler.
"I will make sure whoever is doing this will surely pay for making my bocchan so tired," Sebastian vowed with a slight bow. Ciel rolled his eyes, folding his arms over his chest as he stared out the window and basked in the lonely air of the night. Sebastian fought back a sigh himself. Serving a human child could be troublesome. The reward would be great; a child's soul was pure and delicious. However, this human body of his still had needs. Devouring souls was one of, if not the only pleasure a demon knew. In this human body, however, he knew he had different needs that this little brat-for lack of a better word-could not satisfy. He furrowed his brow as a familiar scent accosted him.
"Bocchan," he spoke softly and sternly became all too familiar, "Perhaps this outing was not a waste after all..."
"Why do you say that?" Ciel scoffed with a lack of interest.
"I smell dark magic," he told his master before seizing the carriage, "Like the ones on all those bodies."
"I see..." Ciel sighed.
"I also smell fresh blood," Sebastian added solemnly, "The kill is recent."
"How close?" Ciel asked, glancing at him.
"Down that way!" Sebastian pointed out as he helped his master from the carriage. Soon after that they followed the scent until they found a dark silhouette in one of the alleyways. Bright, crimson eyes shined brilliantly through the darkness like the moon on a lunar eclipse. Their expression was dull though as their keeper appeared to be biting and gnawing into the neck of his most recent victim. The killer seemed young, less than eighteen years of age. The one in his arms was shaking and cooing as her breath slowly left her body by her reaper's mouth. She fell back into his embrace, embracing death, as the parasitic creature suckled the last drops out of her almost dry body. Death accompanied the lonely air of the night, heavy and screaming silence like a ghost. Ciel crinkled his nose as the scent of death and blood met his nostrils. Covering his mouth and nose, he glanced at Sebastian.
"What is that thing?" he hissed, glancing at the creature. Its hair was dark black and fell in its face as it fed desperately. The blue tints in it reflecting the silvery moonlight as it bathed the creature like the blood coating his lips and trickling down his chin and neck. The male's face appeared almost feminine though, as if a young child's, and his body thin and delicate which was only signified as a mask for his nonhuman strength.
"Is it a demon?" Ciel asked, furrowing his brow, "Is that what happens when demons devour souls?"
"This is no demon," Sebastian smirked, almost all too eager to destroy the creature, "Would you like me to kill it, my lord?"
"Yes, this creature disgusts me," Ciel grimaced at the creature. Smirking, Sebastian made toward the creature to fulfill the task. As he darted toward the being, another ran in front of him and used his strong claws to strike back at him. The demon groaned in pain as he hit the wall; he glared up at the black eyes staring menacing at him. He was actually aching from the force of his attacker.
"Seba!" the new demon turned to the boy only to be bombarded with the butler's fists. Ciel furrowed his brow as he watched the display. The creature that had been feeding also glanced up and was watching with an almost bored expression as well; still dazed from his feed, more or less. The display did not last, however, as the two demons came to a halt before each other.
"Syfirus?" Sebastian raised his eyebrow as he got a good look at his opponent.
"Sebastian?" the one designated Syfirus raised his brow, "Is that...Well, I'll be damned."
They shared a small bought of chuckles as they shook hands almost wholeheartedly.
"What is going on?" Ciel asked with a scowl. Sebastian bowed politely as he noted his master's tone.
"Gomen, bocchan," he breathed, "This is Syfirus; a fellow demon and an old...'acquaintance' of mine."
Ciel scoffed before pointing at the creature that was holding its head.
"Then what is that?" he growled.
"Do forgive him, he's my lover," Syfirus sighed as he carefully walked over to the boy and gently pulled him up from his kill. The boy moaned in displeasure and childishly reached for the dying person. He moved about almost as he though he was squirming; as if he was suffering from an intense pain that blood was his only cure for.
"More!" his words were grumbled as if he was drunk. Syfirus held the boy close, allowing the creature to tear his collar away and bite into his neck.
"Some demons did an experiment on him. He's a vampire," Syfirus winced slightly in pain, "I'm sorry if he's caused trouble. He can go only so long without human sustenance."
"Lover?" Ciel grimaced in disgust, "Demons and...those creatures."
Syfirus nodded and nuzzled him.
"Seba's really sweet when he's had enough blood..." he explained gently.
"S-Seba?" Ciel cried uneasily, not certain what he meant. Syfirus chuckled a little, glancing to the black butler.
"Yup," he chortled, "Sebastian, meet MY Sebastian...I was kind of surprised by the coincidence myself..."
"Ah," Sebastian sighed humbly, "But I fear this boy has been causing this community trouble. We must do away with this bad habit of his."
Seba furrowed his brow, glancing sadly at him in his perplexity.
"I can keep it under control..." Syfirus sighed, "Sometimes it just gets a little out of hand...Come on, Sebastian...Don't hurt him..
"I must obey my master, lest he say otherwise," Sebastian told him almost regretfully. Syfirus looked at Ciel pleadingly as he held the boy close to his body. It appeared that the boy was becoming more and more lucid each moment as the effects of the blood dove into him. He glanced at Syfirus wearily as his shaking body became stable. His pale skin seemed a tad less pale as he blinked, he gasped as his light breathes hit him like a heavy wind.
"Syfie..." he murmured, nuzzling him, "What's going on...?"
He glanced down at the corpse and gasped. Tears ravaged his face hastily as he took in the reflection of death; his eyes silhouetting it liked a famed portrait of a once beautiful countess.
"Oh, Syfie!" he whimpered, hugging him, "Tell me this wasn't because of me! Tell me I wasn't the one who did this!"
"What's done is done Sebie," the fox tried to solace the boy as he wept against his side, "Just forget about it."
Sebastian furrowed his brow.
"He does not know what he's doing?" he questioned. Syfirus shook his head.
"When he goes without human blood for a while, he can't control his thirst and he blacks out," Syfirus explained, "It's my fault...I keep trying to find someone to fill his need every night-so he can take just a little bit of blood to sate him for a night and so he won't kill whoever he feeds from...but I'm afraid it's hard to find anyone walking these streets alone at night...We're lucky to find someone once a month...by then, Seba's so bloodthirsty, he'd attack an entire party of people..."
"I see," Sebastian sighed as he looked at his master, "Must I kill him bocchan? Syfirus is a decent demon, it'd be a tragedy to betray my own kind."
Ciel furrowed his brow in suspicion; it seemed as though Sebastian were almost begging for his master to reconsider.
"That thing will just keep killing if you don't," he scoffed.
"No he won't!" Syfirus growled, "I swear, I won't let this happen again!"
"How can we be sure?" Ciel asked, glaring at him.
"I've been contacting his original host; Nancy Rothen," Syfirus informed him, desperate to keep his lover safe, "She is trying to help us find another and we're close to finding one. I vow to keep an eye on him no matter how hard he fights. It'll be long before another craze comes on, that will give us enough time to find a new host."
Ciel sighed in aggravation.
"Fine," he grumbled, glancing at Sebastian, "but if that thing kills anyone else, I order you to kill him."
Syfirus sighed in relief.
"Thank you," he breathed, hugging Seba tight as the boy wept and shook in anxiety against him.
"Bocchan," Sebastian breathed to his master delicately, "Perhaps we should give these two shelter. We can keep an eye on Seba this way."
"No," Ciel retorted coldly, "I've chosen to let them live. Why would I want them to live with me in my manor?"
"That's alright," Syfirus laughed nervously, "Seba and I will be fine on our own...really..."
"Syfie," Seba cooed as he weakly stood against his lover, "What happened? What's going on?"
"Shhh..." he kissed his temple, "Just forget about it love."
Seba closed his eyes, fainting into Syfirus' arms. The demon sighed and smiled softly.
"I better find him somewhere to rest," he breathed as he picked the boy up into his arms.
"We will meet again," Sebastian assured as the demon leaped into the air, determined to find the vampire shelter. Ciel glanced at Sebastian somewhat curiously: completely ignorant of his butler's personal life.
"Were you actually 'close' to that other demon?" he asked.
"He and I were born in the flame together," Sebastian told his master as he reminisced in the moment's nostalgia, "I haven't seen him in so long since he was recruited by a higher demon named Ashbel."
"I see..." Ciel mumbled, "Who is Ashbel?"
"It does not matter, he was thrown back into the flame last I heard," Sebastian told his master. Ciel gave his servant an almost concerned look as the butler escorted him back to the carriage.
"I've never seen you act so friendly toward a villainous creature like that vampire," Ciel told his servant.
"What can I say?" Sebastian smiled his signature calm grin, "It seems a reunion such as that can warm my heart."
Ciel rolled his eyes at the obvious sarcasm as Sebastian opened the carriage door for him.
"You demons always confuse me; your strange relations with one another," Ciel groaned as he sat down, "That demon mating with a vampire; what a disgrace."
Sebastian merely smiled as he sat across from his young master.
"My lord is fatigued," he noted, "Would you like to nap on the way back to the manor?"
Ciel glared at him hatefully.
"Do not treat me like a child," he growled.
"Yes, my lord," Sebastian bowed his head, smiling knowingly. A silence followed as they rode together in the carriage. All the while, Syfirus had just found an abandoned warehouse. It seemed sufficient for the night, it was dark and derelict. No one would think to wander in it or even by it. It's large emptiness bore a tranquility that the heavy air of the night did not. Within the thick walls the sun could not enter and bring his love fiery pain. This dark, nothingness solaced him as his lover slept. Seba opened his eyes blearily and glanced up at the demon.
"Syfie..." he breathed hoarsely, "Where are we...?"
"Shhh," Syfirus pushed him back against the stack of hay he had fashioned into a bed, "You need rest to let the blood process."
Seba nodded, his eyes a little glazed over. He smiled a bit as his lover stroked his hair from his face, his fingertips gently touching his pale cheek. Hunger still laced the boy's face. His pale skin seemed to be stretched by the bones in his body. He continued to shiver, cold from the warm blood of his first kill; he needed more and his body was breaking down like an ice sculpture in the sun.
"I wish Ivan never banished us," the demon breathed, "Then you wouldn't be so thirsty."
Seba forced a smile.
"But I get to spend time alone with YOU..." he whispered back, "That makes it so much better..."
"But you've lost weight and you're practically starving," Syfirus breathed sadly, holding back his tears as the vampire cupped his cheek.
"But I have you..." Seba sighed blissfully, "You're all I could ever want, Syfie..."
The demon smiled softly and leaned down to kiss him. He stopped for a moment, cupping the boy's chin and stroking his bottom lip with his thumb.
"I love how forgiving you are. After the horrific vices I performed for Ashbel; sins against you and Nancy," he leaned forward a bit to kiss the boy.
"Of course I am..." Seba breathed back, "I love my Syfie..."
"And I love my beautiful, snow white bat of the night," Syfirus smirked as he nibbled on the boy's neck. Seba giggled, weakly embracing Syfirus.
"I must be a burden to you," Seba sniffled a bit, "We can't even make love anymore because I'm so weak."
"You could never be a burden to me..." Syfirus smiled, nuzzling him, "I'm gonna do whatever it takes to get you the blood you need."
Seba sniffled a bit with a smile, "I just hope this means I won't hurt anyone else. What I put Nancy through...I don't want to hurt anyone like that again."
"Sebie," Syfirus laid his head against his chest and rubbed his shoulders soothingly, "Nancy did not want what that demon put inside her. It was a favor done, in a sense."
"But she became ill and her-" Seba was interrupted by another one of the demon's kisses. He moaned into Syfirus' lips. The demon was so loving and gentle with him.
"Syfie," he panted a bit as he grabbed the demon's torn collar, "Please, just one more time! I need you and I know you need me."
"Not yet Sebie," the demon smiled softly as he traced Seba's jawline, "You haven't strength enough."
Seba sighed sadly, but nodded.
"Alright..." he mumbled.
"Get some rest, my love," his keeper smiled as he held the boy close. Seba smiled happily and closed his eyes as he gently drifted off. Both feared that with the dawn's birth, they would be separated by the same fate that consumed Ashbel.
Smoke pushed upward from a chimney belonging to a small cottage. A high, yet soft, song was heard, spreading through the small abode as if it were the candlelight itself. Elegant notes flooded as the the fire's crisp staccato joined in on her complex symphony. Shadows lined the walls like living, black paintings against the wooden walls of the cottage. A young, adolescent girl, the source of the lovely song, sat besides the fire stirring a thick soup which appeared to be rabbit and some sort of mashed herb. Her blood red draped over her pale neck like a scarf. Her tummy bulged out slightly, a sign of childbearing, that disturbed the lines of her thin form. At the table, a man who appeared to be in later thirties sat sharpening a knife with a rock. His long, ebony hair was held back in a pink ribbon that matched the color of the girl's dress. He easily dwarfed the petite female with his tall, muscular stature. He stared at the girl as he set his knife down, smiling at her sincerely.
"You seem quite whimsical this evening," he smiled, "Nancy."
"Yes Ivan," she smiled back at him cutely, "The child you've given me grows."
A silence stretched between them as he smiled softly at her. She gazed down at her hand, a frown etching onto her face as she stared down at the distort skin. It appeared that a knife or some sort of serrated had been taken to too many times. The same marks laid against her wrists and her neck as if caresses from Cameron.
"Is something wrong, love? You're not wearing your ring," Ivan sat down besides her, on the ground. His height making him able to match her own as she sat on the stool. He took her hand and kissed her scarred palm, brushing it lightly with his cheek.
"I was skinning the rabbit for this soup. I can't very well wear a gold ring when I skin an animal," she told him monotonously, almost automatically Ivan knew she was depressed.
"You're healing very nicely," he noted, trying to spark something other than insensitivity, "You're looking healthier every day."
She was silent for a moment, "When will you allow Seba to come back, Ivan? Please, he needs me!"
Ivan sighed angrily and stood.
"I will not let him come back at all," he replied a moment later, looking away.
"Why not?" she asked almost angrily.
"Must I got into detail?" her husband repressed his anger.
"It was my fault he became what he did!" Nancy's eyes filled with tears as her husband set his large hands upon her bony shoulders, "Because of Ashbel-oh Ivan, please let him return. I sense those killings and I know how much pain he's in. He's starving Ivan!"
"I don't care!" he snapped back as he looked down at her stubbornly, "You are more important than that vampire brat."
Nancy stared at him, tears in her eyes as she searched for something to say.
"How can you say such things so heartlessly?" she sniffled as she fell into a teary silence; her tiny heart pulsating with forgiveness. She'd rather not rouse anger in her heart. Guilt wrenched at Ivan's heart, with small tears of regret in his eyes he pulled her into his embrace. Her small form shivering against him as she sought for something to weep upon.
"There, there," he solaced as he rubbed her back, "I am sure God will help Seba find a new host. Your body was not designed to serve a vampire's needs. It was not your fault; Ashbel's fiery lust was his own issue, not your own."
"I don't care," Nancy wept, "He needs me...He might die out there..."
"Nancy," Ivan sighed sadly. He hated to see her so depressed, "I vowed to protect you; you're my charge. I've trained you in my ways but your body weak. You need to save your energy for the baby. Seba's appetite made you lose your last one."
"I didn't want it," she sniffled after a short pause, "It was Ashbel's baby."
Ivan sighed.
"I can't let him come back," he breathed, "I'm sorry, but I can't allow it,"
Nancy stared up at him with her big, hazel eyes, "W-when the baby's born maybe?"
Ivan looked away; those eyes made him melt, "Perhaps; only after your recover though."
"Oh thank you!" Nancy cooed, hugging him tight.
Ivan stroked her hair, "Go upstairs and rest a bit, I'll finish the stew.
She nodded and stood, leaving him be. She dried the tears on her face as she walked up the stairs and into her bedroom, she and Ivan preferred separate rooms despite their recent marriage. She enjoyed the privacy, especially when she read the letters she and Syfirus had been sending back and forth from each other. She was so worried about Seba. According to Syfirus' letters, the vampire was nearly starving. They could barely find enough blood for him; his demonic influences were setting in like spring in winter. His humanity was slowly melting away and a bright sun was forcing him into the shadows that played like heavy paint in a lonesome alley. She was doing her best to find another host for him; one whose body was must stronger than her own. She shivered because no one she knew could ever agree to that. Vampires were merely a myth to them. She held her arms and wept softly, if she had only accepted Ashbel her dearest friend wouldn't be in so much misery
