Author note: I don't own Count Cain: Godchild. Nor do I own Cassandra Gladstone, Riffael Raffit (aka Riff), etc. I only own the fic and OCs in the fic. And I know the title of the fic is lame, I will probably change it to something else later on.

You readers are probably wondering, 'Why am I writing yet another multi-chapter fic when I really should be working on 'Time for Torture,' 'Warfare's End,' 'Wonderland,' and 'Incarcerated,' as well as 'Madhouse Hospice'?

Reasons

1. I'm really stuck on said fics. Especially 'Incarcerated,' which I wanted to get done by the end of December. I doubt it's going to get finished until the end of January now...

2. This fic came up in my head, and I just had to write it.

3. I haven't had much views (or reviews) for the mentioned fics above, so there's not really much of a point of updating them any time soon...unless I get a review or more views, of course! (C'mon, readers! Give me some constructive criticism, PLEASE!)

So...yes, those are my reasons. Sorry for not updating the other fics in a while.

Warning: This fic is AU, takes place after the Castrato Arc in Godchild, possible spoilers up to Castrato, there are OCs (No Mary Sues and the like, I hope), and in the future, possible (the key word being possible, here) pairings.

Constructive Criticism or reviews would be great, and I hope you read, review and enjoy! Thanks!

My Eyes to See

1. Sightless

When Riffael Raffit, loyal manservant of Earl Cain Hargreaves woke up, at first he saw nothing but darkness. He blinked a couple times, and then his eyes began to adjust to the dimness of the room as he sat up.

It wasn't really a room he was in; it was rather more like a cave, with an opening in the stone wall only paces away from him and there were no windows, nor doors. He was the only one in this place. Or so he thought, until he heard the sound of raspy breaths. Slowly, the manservant turned to the direction of the sound, and saw a figure, leaning against the stone wall not far from Riff, and the figure had a hand up to his face, obscuring it from view.

The person was male, his upper clothing torn to disrepair, and his dark brown hair was long, but not long enough to reach his shoulders. Blood dripped from a fresh cut on the arm, close to the left shoulder, and multiple noticeable bruises marked his arms and chest as well.

Riff, on instinct, immediately, yet cautiously, approached the man. He had a feeling that he knew who it was.

"Lord Gladstone?"

The older man didn't respond at first, but slowly lowered his hand, revealing closed eyelids, one of them bruised. He didn't say a word.

"Are you alright?" Riff knew that he was reaching out to the man that nearly killed him, the man that nearly had Cain as his slave, the man that put poor Leroy under that drugged influence, but he didn't care right now. It was too obvious that Lord Cassandra Gladstone was injured, and Riff really just couldn't leave him like that, even if Lord Cain didn't like Gladstone at all.

"If you think being beat up while being unconscious, and permanently losing your sight is 'alright,' I'm fine." Lord Gladstone muttered. "And just because I can't see anymore doesn't mean I don't know who you are, dog. I knew who you were the moment I heard your voice."

"Can't see?" Riff was confused, having ignored the insult as he paid attention to the statements about Gladstone's sight. "Lord Gladstone, you have your eyes closed yourself, of course you can't-" He stopped mid-sentence as soon as Cassandra's eyelids opened.

Where the gleaming amber eyes should have been, there were two gaping holes. They weren't messy, bloody wounds like when the women who took that 'beauty potion' had their eyes taken out, but it was obvious whoever took out the eyes didn't really care too much for Cassandra's safety, seeing as the flesh that formerly surrounded the eyes and held them in place had a grayish tinge to them.

Riff held his breath for a moment, unsure of what to do. He finally exhaled slowly, trying to calm himself down before he finally sputtered, "H-how? When-"

"Someone did it. I'm not sure who. I was knocked unconscious, and the last thing I remember feeling was a sharp pain all over my eyes. When I woke up, I couldn't see a thing, and that's when I realized they...well, you know the rest already." Cassandra exhaled before adding, "I don't even remember a thing from before I was knocked out. Do you have any idea how you got here?"

"No." Riff admitted quietly after a moment of thinking. "I'm afraid I don't, Lord Gladstone." He paused before speaking again. "I don't think we can just stay here."

"True." Cassandra admitted reluctantly. He paused before asking, "Of course, I cannot see, otherwise I would have probably found a way sooner and left you behind. Are we the only ones here?"

Riff looked around quickly, before answering. "Yes."

Cassandra sighed. "If that's the case, you'll need to lead me. It's not as if you're blind yourself, are you?"

"No, Lord Gladstone, I'm not blind." Riff reassured him.

"Good." Riff helped the older man up as Cassandra continued speaking. "Then, you will lead me out, and then we'll have to find help."

Riff was a bit surprised that Cassandra wasn't trying to strangle him or anything like that. Then again, Riff wasn't surprised at the same time; the older man couldn't see, and therefore be unable to find a way out of this place. It was also obvious from the tone of his voice that as much as he did not enjoy Riff's presence, he had no choice but to cooperate with him, and trust that Riff would help him.

As Riff led Cassandra through the tunnel, grasping onto the older man's hand, he hoped that he could find Lord Cain soon. But first, he had to find help for Lord Gladstone, whether he liked it or not.