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"No!...No wait! Stop!" Ciel chased the man through the damp streets. It had rained earlier that evening and the sky showed signs of doing so again very soon. The panic stricken man sprinted through the street, splashing through the shallow puddles. Ciel had yet to catch the man but not because he was slow. No, he only let the man think he had a chance to escape.
"Leave me alone!" The man cried out. Ciel darted through an alley and bounded up onto a low roof. He landed soundlessly and continued to give chase. This way the man would think he had out run the red eyed child.
Jensen Blythe was the man's name. Looking around wildly, he could no longer see the boy, but he continued to run. His heart beating hard in his chest. Jensen rounded a corner and ran smack into a thin tall man, knocking several boxes out of his hands. The impact threw Jensen back onto the ground but didn't seem to effect the other man.
"My apologies sir. Are you alright?" Asked the man, offering Jensen a hand back to his feet. Jensen gave a wary look around. Not seeing anyone else around, Jensen took the hand and was helped to his feet. The man was a head taller than Jensen and dressed in a crisp black and white suit.
"Where might you be off to so quickly at this hour?" He asked. Jensen did his best to steady his breathing and regain his composure but it was a slow process.
"Home." He said quickly. Looking down at his hand, the man still had hold of it in his own gloved one.
Jensen made an attempt to pull his hand free, but to his surprise, the man did not let go.
"Home? But why would you want to go home?" The man asked. He seemed eerily calm. His question nonchalant, as if asking if it would rain. Jensen tried to pull his hand free yet again. No luck. The man held him in place and smiled.
"There is no safety at home. Not for you."
Jensen looked up at the man and was immediately filled with a fear that nearly stopped his heart. Red eyes, just like the child that had been chasing him. Jensen tried to pull away, this time the man let go and Jensen fell. He scrambled to his feet.
"There is no safety. Anywhere for a man like you, Jensen Blythe."
"Sebastian, that's enough. He's mine." There was a sound like something landing softly on the cobbled street behind Jensen, who whirled around to face the boy he had been running from.
"As you wish my lord."
"Jensen Blythe, three nights ago you were in the home of a James Abbot, correct?" Ciel's voice clipped, he stared at the man with hard glowing eyes. He waved a hand, and Sebastian leaped onto a nearby roof, disappearing.
Jensen was unsure of what to say.
"Am I correct?" Ciel was in no mood to wait for this man to answer on his own time.
Jensen nodded quickly in response.
"You took part in the abuse that fell upon the young lady Lianna and her mother, correct?" Jensen shook his head violently.
"N-no I never touched them. James, he... He gets drunk... But I never..." He began. Stammering and stuttering over nearly every word.
"But you never tried to stop it either. Therefore you took part in the abuse that took place." Ciel's words were clipped and sharp. His anger clear in his voice.
Just then, Sebastian appeared beside Ciel. In his arms he held Lianna. Jensen looked horrified to see her.
"By taking no part to stop the harm that fell upon these women, I shall take no part in the same harm that will come to you." Lianna climbed out of Sebastian's arms to stand beside Ciel.
"My lady, I felt it only fitting that you witness the outcome of your order." Ciel said gently. Lianna nodded and stepped behind Ciel.
Ciel closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, his right eye gleamed with the mark of his contract.
"Sebastian, this is an order, show this man ten times the pain that was wrought upon lady Lianna and her mother. Do not stop until he is dead." Ciel spoke the order with such a firm clarity that Jensen himself felt no desire to move for fear of upsetting him further.
"Yes, my lord." Sebastian replied obediently.
If there was anyway Jensen could have shown the amount of horror and fear he felt, he did it. Jensen was quite literally frozen with fear, like a bird that has glanced into the eyes of a cobra. Every muscle of his body screamed at him to run, but Jensen could not move. Sebastian raised a hand over Jensen's head. With a speed without rival, Sebastian struck the man in the head and sent him sprawling on the ground some eight feet away. The man was simply dazed. A kick from the butler left Jensen curled in on himself and gasping for air. This was quickly followed by another kick to uncurl the man's body.
For a solid hour, Lianna and Ciel watched as Sebastian beat nine colors of hell out of Jensen Blythe in the middle of the street. The streets now rippled with the rain that had begun to fall, mixing with Jensen's blood and washing the street clean. Ciel opened an umbrella and held it over Lianna and himself. The girl never once made a sound. This was the order she had made. And Ciel was sure to carry it out.
Sometime later, the body of Jensen Blythe lay broken and near shattered in the rain. Sebastian straightened his wet clothes and adjusted his gloves. The life had drained from the man before him and so his work was finished.
"Oh Bassy you are simply ruthless!" Exclaimed a gratingly familiar voice. Sebastian, who was normally rather passive, showed a look of sheer dismay. Sitting on the wall across the street sat a woman, or rather an extremely flamboyant man.
"Grell Sutcliff. I assume you are here for this..." Sebastian glanced down at the remains of what was once Jensen Blythe. "Thing?"
The butler turned the last word into a question seeing as the body before him was in no way recognizable as anyone at all.
"Oh, that little twisted freak? Oh he can wait. I wanted to come and see you my dark prince!" Grell practically dance his way to Sebastian's side.
"Who is that?" Lianna whispered to Ciel. Ciel rolled his eyes.
"A nuisance if ever I saw one. That is Grell Sutcliff. He's a reaper."
"That's a man?" Lianna asked, seeming surprised.
"Yes it came as quite of a shock to everyone else as well when we found out." Ciel remarked. Sebastian had managed to pry Grell off of him by this point and moved to stand beside Lianna. This had only been possible through a simple threat of calling his boss, William T. Spears, if he didn't let go and get back to work. The threat had earned Sebastian a kiss blown in his direction, followed by an irritatingly gooey pet name.
The three of them turned to leave and take Lianna home.
"Don't be a stranger Bassy. One day I'll have you running into my open arms. And on that day..." Grell's voice was drowned out by the falling rain which seemed to be a blessing for each of them. Lianna requested they leave the body. She wanted to make sure the others knew what was coming.
"Lianna?" Called Layla from up the stairs as the front door creaked shut.
"No sneaking out at night in this house I see." Muttered Sebastian. Ciel shrugged in response.
"Yes, mother. We have guests." Lianna called back. There was a short pause, then Layla again.
"I'll be down in just a moment. I wish you would warn me of these things so I might clean the house before hand."
Sebastian smirked inwardly and called back to her.
"You need not worry madam. I took the liberty of tidying up for you earlier this morning."
Layla made her slow way down the stairs, her face hot with embarrassment.
"Thank you Sebastian. You shouldn't have." She replied.
Sebastian gave a slight bow.
"It was no trouble at all. Besides, if I couldn't do this much for-" he was cut off by a sharp look from Ciel. Lianna shifted from foot to foot nervously in the silence. Ciel took the opportunity to clear his throat.
"My lady. I'm afraid we must be off." He said formally. He started to bow, but stopped when Lianna reached for his hand.
"Oh, no, you can go just yet. I still have some things to speak with you about." She said quickly, tugging him to the stairs. Layla opened her mouth to protest, instead, Sebastian caught her attention with something he said and her comment was forgotten. The two of them sat at the table and began talking while Lianna pulled Ciel upstairs.
Once up the stairs, Lianna closed the door gently to keep it from squealing on its old hinges.
"Jensen is dead and I'm sure his body has been found by now. News of his death will surely spread quickly." Lianna began, thinking out loud.
"That leaves four more including my father."
"If I may interject, m'lady." Ciel prompted, his voice pulling her from her thoughts. She nodded and he continued.
"I don't feel it was wise to leave the corpse in the streets as we did."
Lianna shook her head.
"No. I want my father and his friends to know I'm coming. I want him to know he won't get away with this any longer." Her voice was hot with anger and her eyes held vengeance. The fire Ciel saw within her brought a smile to his face.
"Who is next?" He asked with a smirk. Lianna was quiet for a moment as if deep in thought. She stood near the window and glance through the now clean glass panes.
The moon hung low in the sky but high enough to seat itself among the rooftops. On the streets below, the lamp lights glowed with their gas fueled flames. The lights glistening off of the damp cobble streets below. A moment later, rain fell in a slow gentle patter, blurring the outside world. As Lianna watched the rain fall, she recalled the night she had met Ciel. The night she had been beaten to unconsciousness. A face appeared in her mind and she shuttered. Turning back, she faced Ciel, her eyes filled with fear but her voice betrayed none of it.
"Christoph Goswick."
Ciel committed the name to memory and his grin grew into a smile. It was a smile that held a lifetime of anger and vengeance. When he spoke, he made no attempt to hide his thoughts from ringing within his voice. His eyes glowed a vibrant magenta and his pupils thinned as he said,
"Yes, my lady."
