It seems years had passed.
Years of pain, and suffering. But oddly, those years contained pleasure and happiness as well, as crazy and strange as it seemed.
"My lord, would you like some more tea?" Claude said, standing over the cup.
"I don't see why not." I spat.
He nodded, almost bowing to me.
"You know, Claude.." I began, as I sipped my tea.
"Yes, Dama-sama?"
"You look exactly the same..." My mind began to wonder off, as I thought of the past. Sometimes it hurt to think about it, but then I remember, 'Hell, I didn't go through that for no reason. I'm an Earl now. My suffering, has now brought me pleasure.' Of course, I was correct, being an Earl especially brought me pleasure.
"Your Highness..?" Claude's voice brought me out of the void of my own mind. His golden orbs stared at me, awaiting a reply.
"Oh, I sort of.. zoned out." Claude still remained emotionless, as usual. Even on the very day we met, his face seemed like stone. Maybe diamond, since diamonds are unbreakable, and his face didn't seem like it would be breaking of emotion anytime soon.
"What was it you wanted to say?"
"Hmm.. nothing.. it's nothing."
"Are you positive?"
"Are you questioning me?" A bit of annoyance rose to my blood.
He nodded, and walked off to do god-knows-what-butlers-do.
I sat at the large dining room, stirring my tea. My own reflection could be seen clearly through the murky drink. Whenever I see my reflection, though, a voice seems to always be there.
The sick voice of Father.
'Your eyes are the color of leaves left in the gutter to rot..'
Hm.
Ironic thing is, he was the one with the brown eyes.. not myself.
A small laugh was brought from my throat as I remembered how people used to think they have authority over me, now I became the one in charge.
"Claude?" I called to him, as my voice seemed to echo.
"Yes, your highness?"
"How long has it been?" I asked, looking up at his bland face.
"For what, might I ask?"
"Ever since you found me in that forest. Deep, deep in the forest, you remember? " My eyes returned on the spoon stirring the tea.
"Three years."
"Is that all? Three years, hm? Seems like it would be longer."
He was still standing by my side, watching my hand stir the tea more and more, seeming as whatever sugar was left in the drink was probably crunched into nothing by now.
"What were you doing, deep in that forest, anyways?"
Bland, emotionless gold orbs looked from the tea to my being.
"Of course, as a spider, I was awaiting my prey in my web."
"And then, you found me!" I said, sounding perky, when basically he is meaning to kill me. I didn't really mind though. I stopped caring a long time ago.
At first, I was very scared. Knowing I will never make it to Heaven.
I was probably going to hell, anyways.
Sometimes I really hated the demon.
I would show him my emotions, devout my time to him, and even compliment the tall figure, but nothing, absolutely nothing broke his emotionless entity.
Though, Hannah was the one I hated most of all.
I wish she would reminisce, and remember she is not my mother, and never will be. Though the silver-haired woman claims to love me, she will never love me like a true mother.
Never.
And Claude could probably never love me, either.
Though I admit, I have a crush on Claude.
I don't care that I am a male, and he is a male, I know he doesn't mind for those types of relationships either, for he has told me of a relationship with another raven-haired butler.
But, I cannot read the creature's thoughts through his dead-like face. Can't the damn thing show emotion.. just for once? Just give me a sign for hope, that he may want me?
At all?
...Probably not.
He's a demon, afterall...
He probably hates humans.
I don't even know why he wants to serve me, a mere human.
I know he wants food, my soul. But why would be break his back to even know my name? To even serve such a ...
Brat. A fucking brat is what I am.
Yes, I admit it, I want control. And I'm not afraid to do what I must in order to obtain this 'control.' Especially since others think they may walk all over me, I will use their skin as my personal rug.
"Dama-sama?" Claude's voice broke all thought, as I looked down and realized half of the tea ended up on the table, and the spoon was bent a little.
"You've been sitting there and stirring angrily for quite some time, why don't you leave so I may clean the table."
I huffed and rolled my eyes at him as I shoved the chair behind me, and walked out.
Walking, skipping, and twisting through the mansion, I got to the entrance door, and walked out. The fresh air hit my face like a breath of new life, the scent of flowers, and other natural scents filled the air. The sunlight from the early day seemed to reflect off of my blonde locks, making it seem almost a white-gold color. Which I thought, was interesting.
I opened my arms, inviting the air into my arms, and the warm sunlight onto my skin, on this fine spring day.
It seems as if all the darkness from my mind left with the wind as it blew gently, allowing the freshness of the air to clear my mind, and the scent of flowers to tickle my nose.
My coat blew a behind me a little, as I ran with open arms into the garden. The grass made little to no noise against my heeled brown leather boots, into the bluebell field.
I allowed my body to flow into the flowers, as I stretched my arms and legs out into the plants. Crushing a few, it was almost like I was becoming apart of the beautiful plant. Though, I wish I could do such a thing, and escape this world.
I rolled over on my stomach, and noticed a red lady bug perched on one of the flowers. I smiled at it, and poked its back with my pale finger.
"Hello, little friend." I said.
It continued about its business, doing what bugs do. Just crawling up on the plant, seeming to enjoy its day.
The grass felt like a soft woven blanket against my skin, and the bluebells were relaxing to look at.
Oh, how these lovely flowers reminded me of Luca.
Our fun times together.
I loved him,
With all my heart.
I plucked a bluebell, and held it close to my chest, breathing in a deep breath of fresh air, remembering the good times I had with the brunette boy. They were the happiest moments in my life.
Though, those moments were cut short when he died in the village massacre. I still wonder what happened to him this very day. My guess, is that he was trampled upon, or his body just gave up on exhaustion. I dunno.
I closed my eyes, allowing my senses to take over. I heard birds sing, bees buzz, an animal, probably a deer walk near the gates, and I just softly listened to the wind blow gently.
I love the air.
My most favorite element of all is air. To me, it resembled new beginnings, new life.
I was enjoying myself quite a lot, until I heard someone step by. A figure was standing over me.
Caught up in my thoughts, I opened my eyes and saw Luca.
I almost jumped up and screamed in surprise and delight, until I blinked.
It was Claude.
"Oh... you.. I swear I.."
I shook my head.
"Nevermind. What do you want, servant?" I hissed.
"It seems the Phantomhives wish to come over..."
My heart fluttered.
"C-Ciel.. wants to come over?" I said, my heart about to burst through my chest. As odd as it may seem, I just about loved Ciel more than I did Claude. Claude was hot and all, but Ciel is absolutely adorable. He seems like just... the perfect boy!
"Yes. They are coming tonight, around 8 pm."
I jumped up from my spot, arms in the air, and smiling as wide as I possibly could.
"Claude! Get the fine china, put the roses out, spray the house with the finest scents, we're going to put on a show for our guests tonight!" I yelled, voice echoing through the garden, as I ran into the Trancy Manor.
My manor.
