A/N: I have decided to try my luck at something different than what I usually do. I got this idea while watching the last few episodes of Kuroshitsuji II late last night. I'm not sure if I will continue this, but I sure like writing this.
WARNING!: SLIGHT RAPE MENTIONS AND ALOIS TRANCY'S PAST REVEALED.
I apologize in advance if you spot any grammar errors or if Lily seems like a Mary Sue.
Flame all you want.
READ AND REVIEW. Please...?
"Jim…" Her pale hand rubbed the young boy's blond head. He leaned toward it, seeking the warmth hidden in the pale limb. The slim fingers weaved their way through the pale locks and rubbed the scalp beneath. She could feel the dirt and grime hidden on his skin and through the greasy locks. Every now and again she would come across a cut or a bruise hidden in the pale tresses.
He was like a doll, or a girl. His slim face was pale and accented his high cheekbones. Even at this young age. She lightly ran her fingers across his beautiful, long lashes. Dainty features, slim fingers, and beautiful eyes. Jim shouldn't be locked in this hell hole with her. She deserved to be here. Dark hair and eyes; her fingers were callused from spending her childhood in this disgusting man's cellar. Her skin was rough and bruised. Unattended cuts and scrapes caused scars and unsightly marks.
He wasn't much better off.
Jim's eyelids began to twitch along with the corners of his mouth. The young girl cradled his head closer to her chest as a silhouette ran the length of their cell. It blocked the dusty floor and disgusting bodies crowded together. Scooting herself closer to the corner, and further from the world beyond the bars of the cell, she gently pushed the now awake Jim behind her frame. They held onto each-other as one of the maids opened the cell door.
The reaction was almost instant.
The other bodies desperately pushed their way to the walls and away from the women. The children pushed passed their dead comrades protecting their filthy faces and bodies. The maids ignored the fleeting children and made their way toward the dead bodies. They picked up each one and carried it away to be disposed of. Jim's grip tightened on her slim hand as every maid seemed to creep closer to where they cowered.
"Lily, what are they doing..?" Jim quietly whispered into the younger female's ear. She hushed him and pressed closer to the corner. His other hand began to weave through her hair just as she had with his. Gently tugging, he pulled through the knots and tangles in the ebony mess. She felt him press a small kiss to her shoulder and rest his head against it.
"An infection," Lily quietly whispered over her shoulder to him. "That's why all the other children have been sick and some even dying." She stared ahead with a hard expression. "They are taking everything that is affected and burning it. What isn't flesh is being boiled." She quickly turned around a pinched his soft cheeks and rubbed his face, adding color to his pale tone. She wasn't going to allow him to be mistaken for one of the sick children.
Suddenly, a hand shot down and grabbed the two by their hair.
Jim gave a small shout of surprise while Lily remained silent. The maid looked disgusted by the two as she pulled them out of the cell.
"Clean these two up! Master Trancy has requested their presence,"
The rest was blur. Cold water was poured on them, wetting their shaking frames and washing some of the grime off their bodies. Lily tried to ignore Jim's horrified expression as she they were separated. Her cold demeanor didn't change as a maid scrubbed her long ebony locks, another scrubbed her calloused feet and the rest of her body. When the cold water rushed against her slim frame, she shook. The maid quickly dried her hair and pulled it into an intricate up do. Her lips were painted red, and her eyes out-lined in black. The maid quickly pulled a thin silk kimono robe around her body tying it with urgency. The pattern was a crimson red with multicolored flowers. An eerie spider web traced up the bottom, sending shivers up Lily's spine. It fell loosely over her shoulders exposing the small amount of cleavage she had.
The maid quietly led her over to the awaiting Jim. He wore the exact robe she did. His demeanor seemed different though, his mouth was twisted into a half smirk and he walked with a swing to his hips. Lily linked her arm though his, he gave her the most twisted smile in the world. She found herself smiling along with him as they walked closer to their fate. It would be his first time with Master Trancy.
Lilith Wilson blocked the rest of her evening
The way that vile man kissed up her legs and over her chest; the way she had to pleasure him as he repeated the same to Jim without regard of his gender or his innocence. The painful thrusts and his teeth grabbing at her skin with no compassion; she could still hear Jim's whimpers of pain. Then he had choked her trying to get a good hold on her as he took Jim's innocence. After what seemed an eternity the evil, vile creature passed out.
"Lily," she feebly looked up from her position on the bed. The robe barley covered her bruised body, she slowly sat up and looked at Jim's naked form. His gaze was focused on the spider web hanging in the corner of the lavish room. Caught in it's web was various carcasses of dead bugs, yet Lily found herself focusing on the bright blue butterfly that had gently flown into the room through the open window. It gave her hope for a bright future. "We are getting out of here soon, just hold on."
She mustered a weak smile.
"How did you manage that, Jim?" She pushed herself off the bed and enveloped him in a hug. Lily kissed the bruises and scratches marring his back and shoulders. With every bush of her lips he shuddered, but didn't turn around. The hungry spider stared down at the pair as it weaved its transparent web.
"I sold my soul."
She gave a small chuckle.
"Lovely,"
"Lily!" She jumped away from Jim with a start. The Lord Trancy wrapped his hand around her slim forearm, pulled him to her for another round. Jim made his way to the bed and commenced without a single complaint.
Lily squirmed as he felt up her privet parts.
Filthy,
Vile,
Dirty.
With every second he touched her skin she felt her innocence wash away. She could hear Jim muttering to himself. His pale lips forming phrases in Latin as his face was shoved toward the old man's member. Jim sent the vile creature a glare before complying. He was touching her with one hand and feeling at Jim's rear with the other. She felt sick. Sick. Vile. Filthy. Dirty.
She found herself murmuring the same phrase as Jim, like it was a life line away from this cruel reality.
Lilith Wilson would sell her soul if it meant she would be able to leave this place.
"Hoheo taralna, rondero tarel,"
"Hoheo taralna, rondero tarel,"
Later that night, as Lily slept, Jim slowly sat up in the red bedroom. His gaze was fixed on the painting directly across from the bed. The jester stared out at the children circling him on his stone thrown. Fury rose in as he stared at the picture. It was mocking.
Darkness...
The boy in the painting looked out at him with longing.
Darkness...
The angels... Circling around the statue with happiness etched on their oil faces. His brought his hand to rest on Lily's smooth pale leg. She was disrobed and covered in bruises. Just like him.
Darkness...
"Darkness is coiling itself around me," He murmured the words to himself, pulling the goldren sheets closer to his frail body. In the corner of the room the once harmless spider had caught the bright blue butterfly. It struggled against the creature, yet the arachnid ignored this feeble attempt and wound the further into its web.
"I am ensnared by the darkness," Jim made his way from the bed to the open window, fists clenched and jaw locked. "And every last drop of my blood, will be drained away by the blade piercing me." He turned his gaze from the window to Lily. Her breathing was shallow as she pulled the thin sheet closer to her body. "That said..."
The butterfly gave its last struggle as the spider brought his sharp fangs into its neck.
"That said, I still want this," He made his way out of the large bed and toward the open window. The moon illuminated the bruises littered across his flesh. Most were fresh from this evening, others were older and yellowing.
The large spider dropped down from the thin silk of its web.
"In that case," The voice was fresh in his mind and spoke to him. It was the same as the demon in the forest of his dreams.
"...scream."
"Rend the darkness with your scream." The spider stared down at him, sizing him up.
Jim began to panic as his thoughts returned to Lily. He needed to protect her, and... revenge Luca. He began to shout.
"I want this! I want you!" The spider skillfully landed into his open mouth and on his tongue. It dissolved into the night leaving behind a yellow pentagram on his tongue. He could protect her.
The contact was set.
He was ensnared in the spider's web.