Fire and Ice.
My blood felt like it was on fire, yet my body felt as cold as ice. This was like Hell, but worse. I was having another nightmare, but something about this one was different... Something wasn't quite right... I silently waited for my demon butler, Leonard, to wake me up, but I never did. I nearly forgot that he was devouring my soul. I felt the pain go away quickly, and my senses returned. I wonder why Leonard had stopped eating my soul? Was my soul really that impure, or was it on his own free will?
"Why the hell did you stop?!" I demanded angrily. "I stopped because we hadn't acquired our target yet." I gasped. I thought that our target was Milton Redford, who we killed, but I guess he wasn't the only one. "Who is it?" I asked, my normal annoyance in my tone. "You will find out soon, milady," he responded, to which I clenched my fist. "Fine then, be that way! I don't need your help finding out, anyways!" I yelled at Leonard. He smirked. "We have a meeting with the earl Trancy today. I suggest that you dress yourself in a proper manner, and meet outside by the carriage." Leonard informs me.
I took a sip of my tea, while Leonard presented me with breakfast. "An English muffin spread with the finest of butter." Leonard says. I hugged my most prize possession, my stuffed rabbit, and took another sip of tea. My grandmother made the rabbit for me when I was a young child at the age of five. She passed shortly after, but through Annabelle, my rabbit, it's like in a sense my grandmother lives on. I sometimes pray that she visits me as a spirit one day.
Leonard and I were in my room, choosing which necklace I should wear. He was hoping I'd wear the one that came as a gift from the jewelers, but I was leaning towards a pendant I inherited from my late mother; the pendant was a brilliant shade of emerald green. When Leonard caught me eyeing it, he asked, "Isn't that your mother's pendant?" to which I just nodded. Leonard looked at me sympathetically, and went towards the door and opened it. "Get changed quickly, milady."
Once Leonard was out, I got changed into a frilly baby blue dress. Once I finished changing, I hurried to the bathroom and stared at the contract symbol on my eye in the mirror. My hair was quite messy, so I brushed it and then put a ribbon in the back that matched my dress. "Beautiful," I said to myself. I brushed my teeth and then hurried down to the carriage, where Leonard was waiting. "Now... Inform me about the earl Alois Trancy."
Leonard and I got into the carriage, and he started to explain. "The earl Trancy has formed a contract with Claude Faustus. The boy is a bit rude, and he's a little hyper as well. We must be careful around his butler, as well. I don't exactly trust Claude, so I'll be sure to protect you." I looked at my butler. "So basically, I just have to be as quiet as possible?" I asked. Leonard nodded, and we sat in silence.
It's been about an hour since we left the manor, and there was still one to go. "At this rate, we'll arrive an hour sooner, so I assume we can stop and get a bouquet to put on your mother's grave. It is her birthday, after all." Leonard said, and I nodded. "Allen, stop the carriage!" I ordered my driver, and he did. "Now, wait here." I said as I got out. Leonard and I walked to a florist, and then I saw them. Chrysanthemums.
Chrysanthemums were my mother's favorite flower, and it was obvious why. The flowers were almost as beautiful as my mother herself. Ever since she died, I had taken on a dislike for the flowers, but on a day like today... I just had to buy a bouquet of the flower despised. "I would like this bouquet please, sir." I told the cashier. The man nodded and took the gold I held out. Leonard and I walked back to the carriage. "To milady's mother's grave," Leonard ordered Allen. And then we were off, setting towards the graveyard.
"No!" I screamed. The graveyard was on fire, but my heart felt more heated than even the fire would be. "My mother! The only part of my mother I had left! Even my father! My grandmother! I'm losing them all forever!" Leonard looked at me, concocting a way to comfort me, but finding nothing that could help in this situation. Allen, sensing the mood, had us keep on moving towards the earl Alois Trancy's house. I was heartbroken.
Once we arrived, Leonard helped me out of the carriage, making sure I seem presentable. We walked up to the door, and knocked. When the door opened, we were greeted by a tall man with black hair with glasses... who just happened to be holding silverware, staring at us with murder in his eyes
