Sooooo... I havn't started chapter 6 of 7 Things yet... _ I'm sorry...
ANYWAYS~! This was a roleplay me and my friend on DeviantArt did (the-vampire-goddess)
I thought it was story worthy so I decided to post it on here, we're not even half way done and it's almost 40 pages long so I hope you guys enjoy it... First part is only four pages though *shot*
This was my first time ever touching the character of Alois and I think I failed miserably at trying to play him, I also played Claude and the Earl Trancy... Goddess played Ciel and Sebastian o3o
Disclaimer: All characters are owned by Yana Toboso... if they were owned by me there'd be much more naughty time... AND ALOIS WOULDN'T HAVE DIED
Warnings: NOT BETA'D~! Yaoiii (later chapters), MURDUR... only in the prologue probably ooc Alois (Because I can make Alois ooc even though it's impossible), at times ooc Ciel, Smexy tiem (later chapters), And talk of sexy tiem (later chapters)
Dance of the Souls - Prologue
Alois let out a soft squeal as he ran up to the gates of the Phantomhive manor. He wrapped his arms around the rusted bars and looked at the place inside. The gardening was still oddly perfect, yet half of the house was gone and singed, due to the fire so many years ago. This place was forbidden grounds for anyone to set foot in, but the blonde haired boy didn't care. His bright blue eyes sparkled as he examined the places, just memorizing it all. His soft blonde hair seemed to blow with the breeze that also disturbed his now wrinkled purple overcoat. "Open the gates," The Earl of Trancy said looking at Claude. The butler, in turn, pushed Alois out of the way. The tall man picked the lock open and pushed the gates open, they made an eerie metal on metal squeak but opened none the less. Alois was the first to run to the front door and open it, looking curiously at the inside of the manor.
The Phantomhives were curiously good decorators, and almost all the decorations in the foyer seemed in perfect condition, there was not a speck of dust on the floor, yet the boy didn't seem to really care. He turned around and watched as Claude and the Earl walked in.
"So, where's this treasure?" The old man asked looking around hungrily.
"Treasure? What treasure?" It was at this time the boy pulled out a knife and Claude wrapped an arm around the Earl's neck, hitting a certain spot on the man's spine that paralyzed his body. Alois then plunged the knife into the man's stomach and watched as he writhed and screamed in pain. This only made the boy smile. He turned the knife and heard the pleads for mercy, sweet music to his ears. The old man's screaming would echo through the manor, but they were positive, unless someone else was in the manor, no one would hear.
Ciel heard the sound, frowning deeply as he looked toward the door of his bedroom, uncaring at this point. However, seeing as Sebastian had left to go to town, he was alone in the huge mansion, unprotected. As he laid there, he reached into the nightstand of his bed, feeling incredibly weak. Once he dug around a bit, he found a loaded pistol, having it at the ready in case someone that was not supposed to be there waltzed in his bedroom door. He didn't quite like snoops on private property, and wasn't about to let anyone steal anything from his house. Not again. Not after that group of people had taken everything precious to him in life and left him unclean and practically soulless. But, then again, he couldn't actually be soulless, because then the demon that was now his butler could not feed off of his soul when their contract was complete. So, sadly, he remained a person with a soul. A person trapped on an earth overtaken by hell.
Alois plunged the knife in deeper, "Yes father, beg for the mercy you'll never receive, I don't want you to scream my name anymore." He pulled the knife out and stabbed another part of the man's stomach, "I don't want to hear your cries of pleasure, I don't want to be your sin." Alois's words came so calmly but his actions were very harsh, and full of force. "I am no longer your play thing~!" Alois yelled that last one out finally plunging the knife into the man's heart and Claude dropped him to the floor. Alois looked down at the man, before carefully placing the knife back in his pocket, but not before licking a bit of the blood off. "Dispose of him," Alois said looking up at Claude, "and make it somewhere not obvious, and clean up this mess while you're at it."
Ciel weakly got up after a bit, walking to the door with the gun in hand and his eye-patch on the nightstand next to his bed. He wanted the intruders out, and wanted them out now. So, he managed to get to the railing of the stairs that connected upward to the bedrooms, but from his point of view, down toward the front door. Once at the corner where he knew he would be unseen, he peaked his head around cautiously, hoping to get a look at his trespassers. A small, blond boy that looked to be a tad taller than himself, and a tall brute of a man with glasses cleaning up a dead body. A murder. In his own home. Again. How many lives had to be taken in his mansion for it to stop? How much suffering did people wish to see him go through for their own amusement? Ciel was starting to feel something for the first time since that day, and that feeling was rage. A hot and passionate, burning rage made out of the fires of hell was burning within him, and he wanted to let it out. So, he quickly readied the gun and fired a warning shot, hoping to scare them off before he ended up killing them out of blinded furry. Knowing him, he was depressed enough to do it, too.
Alois let out a shriek and fell backwards. He didn't like that sound. Claude looked perfectly at where Ciel was, he knew exactly where the boy was. Alois stood back up and brushed off his clothes and he glared at Claude. "YOU SAID NO ONE WAS SUPPOSE TO BE HERE~!" A swift slap turned the butler's cheek red with the younger boy's hand print.
"No one is suppose to be here," Claude said. Alois swiftly stepped on the butler's foot. "What are you doing just standing there? Do you want us to be framed for murder?" Alois said, anger in his eyes along with fear. "But, the person is merely a child," Claude said, he was a demon, he was suppose to know these things, "We can take our time, it will pose no real threat." Alois crossed his arms and tapped his foot impatiently as Claude took his time.
Ciel, once he heard them talking, instantly knew that they knew he was there, and that he was a child. He nodded, glaring some as he stepped out, frowning deeply. For once since that day, he spoke. "My name is Ciel Phantomhive, Earl of the Phantomhives...Leave my mansion this instant, and I shall tell no one of your doings here! Besides...when my butler walks in and finds this mess you've left for him to clean up, he'll be quite angry...and he'll probably take it out on the both of you." He said, pointing the gun at them with a glare, his right eye closed out of habit of wearing the eye-patch every day.
Alois turned around, following Claude's gaze. When his eyes landed on Ciel, he gasped. The younger boy was beautiful, the blue-gray hair, the sapphire eye. Ciel was so unbearably perfect. Alois, not seeming to care about the gun, took a test step forward towards the boy to see what response he'd get. He looked rather curious, why was his eye closed? Why was he here? not only that but he had the odd urge to hug the boy and never let him go.
He glared more with a harsh growl as he shot another warning shot at Alois' feet. "Don't come any closer! I said get the hell out of my mansion, and get out now! This is private property, and I am the Ciel, Earl Phantomhive! My proof is this ring!" He yelled as he held his hand up, the blue diamond glistening in the sun. "It is an heirloom passed down in my family for generations to symbolize who is the head of said family! Since I am currently the head of the house, and you are trespassing, I suggest you leave now! Otherwise, I'll just have to get my butler back a bit early, now wont I!" He barked, getting so pissed that he wasn't shaking anymore, he was as steady as a rock, and his look of pure hatred was consuming him and his thoughts.
Alois gave off a look of pure innocence at the boy. He looked scared but he never wavered, "This property was disowned years ago, it's marked as abandoned." He took another step forward, the boy wouldn't be able to kill him, Claude was right there, he knew if Ciel tired to fire a shot at him Claude would block it. "It's not safe to live here, will you calm down? I'm not gonna hurt you." Alois reached into his pocket to take the knife out and throw it towards Claude, who caught it by the handle. Alois held his hands up in the air to show he had nothing else on him, "We can help you."
He glared angrily more then, scoffing before smirking something evil. "Help me? No one can help me but my butler! And this property was never disowned! I was the only one to survive the fire two years ago on my birthday, here, in this mansion! My home and everything near to me burnt to the ground, yet I survived! Now, get the hell off of my property! I don't give a damn who you are, or what you want! I'm not afraid to shoot you through the blasted forehead!" He said as he held back tears of pain and sorrow, mixing with the anger. He didn't like this. He didn't like all of the feeling coming back. He liked being his hollow shell to where no emotions could penetrate his barrier of having to relive that horrible day those two years ago over and over again. Not to mention, who did this brat think he was, prancing onto his estate like he owned it himself and making himself at home by murdering someone in his foyer? However, Ciel was only stalling. He needed Sebastian to come back, because if one of the two intruders tried to physically attack him, he'd be done for. He knew that if the butler tried to move closer, he'd have to open his right eye and demand Sebastian back home immediately. He definitely wouldn't have a chance to survive if he tried to even so much as punch him in the gut.
Alois took another step, "If you've been living here with a butler the whole time, then who has been the one to hold you when you want to cry?" The blonde boy's expression seemed to sadden and his eyes went to the floor, "Who's been your friend?" Claude whispered something, unheard by Ciel but clearly heard by Alois as the boy whirled over, "Don't touch him," Alois said glaring at the butler, who's expression stayed the same and he nodded.
Ciel gripped the railing now, having to force himself to stay standing and not fall over from weakness. "Cry? Who has time to cry? Crying is for the weak, and I sir, am not weak. Now...I'll ask you once more to leave. After that, I'll have no other choice but to force you out." He said and took in a few deep breaths to try and calm his body and his heart rate. He could feel himself getting dizzy from the standing he was doing. Seeing as Ciel hadn't stood for a good year and a half to two years now except for a few seconds for Sebastian to dress him, the blood was rushing to his head a bit.
Alois turned to see the boy's struggling, and without a care in the world he ran over to help the boy. Claude stayed put, obeying Alois's orders. "Please, let me take you to somewhere you can sit down at least," Alois gave the boy a pleading look, not caring about the gun that could very well kill him, his concern was to the beautiful boy in front of him. Alois hesitantly held out a hand to the boy. It would be stupid to say he wasn't scared, the thought of the gun lingered in the way back of his mind.
Ciel moved away from him quickly, only to sway some and lean against the railing. That was when he started panting a bit, opening his right eye finally, unable to do anything by himself anymore. "Sebastian! Come home...and help me...at once!" he barked, knowing his butler would come as he slid to the floor, his back against the railing as he closed his eyes, his face breaking out into a cold sweat. He didn't want anyone to touch him but Sebastian, not trusting anyone else. So, after he regained some breath, he looked to Alois with a warning glare, gun still in hand. "Don't...touch me..."
Alois took a step back, complying with what the boy said, he looked towards where Claude was to find his butler wasn't there, but his mess had been cleaned up. It was at this moment Alois's expression seemed like that of a child who had lost it's mother while shopping. He wasn't going to leave the other boy in the state he was currently in, and it's not like he could go out looking for Claude anyways, now he was truly scared.
Ciel noticed the look on the boy's face, trying to regulate his breathing by taking deep, painful breaths. He wondered what was keeping Sebastian so long, and knew if he didn't come home soon, he'd pass out then and there where he was. The breathing wasn't helping him much at all, actually only making things worse. He was starting to get a head-splitting headache and his chest was getting heavier by the second. "Sebas...tian..." He groaned, his eyes trying to roll back in his head and force him to pass out against his wishes.
So, any spelling/grammar mistakes are because Microsoft dislikes putting full sentences on fanfiction so I have to fricken copy and paste the whole thing ._.
So what'd you think? Epic cliffy! And is Alois OOC? This is probably gonna be my fastest updated story since there's like *counts* 38 pages already done... I guess it's sorta beta'd after all, I did read over the posts when I put them in word.
._. I can honestly say I have no clue how long the next chapter is gonna be, it might be longer then expected because Ciel and Alois are talking to eachother constantly... I think it's just gonna go with the *spoiler for later chapters is bleeped out* at Ciel's house. O.O IT BLEEPED ME OUT~! Lemme reword it, I think it's just gonna go by the days... so you guys will be reading like 20 pages or more of pure Ciel and Alois fluff next chapter... ENJOY :D