A/N: Yep, I'm alive. Sorry for the lack of… anything. Writer's block and school suck, but here's a little pointless something. XD
My friends have been talking about Slenderman a lot on Skype. He seems like a cool guy.
I don't own anything. Woohoo, fanfiction.
Always There
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He couldn't remember when he'd started seeing it, really. It had just always sort of been there.
No matter where he was, no matter the hour, Ciel would see it. It would appear and then vanish just as quickly as it came.
In the corner of his eye, across the room, down the hall, outside the window—
Sebastian never seemed to acknowledge the creature, at least not that Ciel could see. At times, he wondered if maybe he was going mad. Anyone who had seen the things he had probably would lose their mind eventually. Even knowing this possibility, the young earl couldn't help but believe with the utmost confidence that—somehow—what he was seeing was real.
The feelings it gave him at least made it seem so...
When he was caged, it had been in the corner, almost like a horrible guardian angel.
Lying in bed at night, he would see it; it would be in the corner of his bedroom, looming in the shadows.
While he worked in his study, he would feel its presence behind him, as if it was standing outside his window.
When he walked down the London streets, he'd see it from the corner of his eye. It'd flash just out of his direct line of vision and then vanish before he could get a good look, but it had definitely been there, and been the same creature he was accustomed to seeing.
The nightmarish slender form with the elongated arms would never take too long to reappear to him, though; it was faithful with his visits.
It always frightened Ciel just a bit, but he never let it show.
He never wanted to admit that out of all of the constant horrors he saw, this strange apparition terrified him the most.
He never entirely could just 'get used to it'—not in the way he had become used to demons and reapers. He accepted the appearances as they occurred, but it never could truly feel routine. The explanation of his feelings didn't make much sense when he put them to paper, but each time that he tried, it felt like it was the only proper way to describe this.
No book he read could aid him in understanding what was happening to him. He was beyond religion as well. Every time he felt he could ask Sebastian about it, the words wouldn't come out.
One night, he sat up in his bed and asked this creature what it was.
There was no response.
Ciel only inhaled, laying back on his pillow and closing his eyes.
Bidding that slender being a goodnight, he drifted off, wondering if he'd ever get an answer.