Eleventh Hour

Chapter 2: Savior

Sebastian made his way through the grand estate easily. Nothing would stop him from reaching Ciel. Especially not that stuck-up brat Alois Trancy and his butler, Claude Faustus. Even though he didn't understand the feeling that urged him to move faster, to protect Ciel with everything he had-including his life-the butler welcomed it. He would do anything to see those mismatched eyes, the deep navy hair, and the soft, hidden smile of his master again.

"Ciel, the only problem with your faith in your butler is that he will not come for you. Of course, he will be upset to learn that his prize has been taken, but that is something that he will get over in time. Just give up, Ciel Phantomhive There is nothing that can save you now." And the doors to the dark room were thrown off their hinges as a man dressed in shadows with blood-red eyes alight like fire entered the room.

"Sebastian!" I couldn't help it. Seeing him gave me strength, let me know that I would get out alive. He made his way over to me, his whole body radiating anger and blood-lust. As frightening as he was right then, I only wanted to wrap my arms around him and feel his warm body against mine.

"Bo-chan, are you hurt?"

"No," I say, "not at all."

"Good. Then I must ask you to close your eyes. If you would, count to ten. I cannot bear the thought of your pure eyes bearing witness to myself while I dispose of this trash." I closed my eyes tight, and gusts of wind met my face and I swear I felt feathers brush my lips in the chaos of winds.

I heard a gasp, and then, "Lucifer? You're Lucifer?"

"No," Sebastian's voice...but something was different about it. "I am but one Hell of a butler." One...

There was a 'thud', as if a body had been slammed into a wall, followed by painful-sounding coughs. Two...

A frightening crack, screams of pain. 'I hope that wasn't Sebastian.' Three.

Another gust of wind blew past me, something sharp pricking my skin. Four.

There was more crashes and gasps for breath, more wind buffeted my, pressing me against the wall. Five. Six. Seven.

I could hear whimpering, soft pleas for mercy. Eight.

"I'm sorry. Mercy is not available for you." Nine.

A blood curdling scream broke free of the eerie silence and I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. Ten.

"Bo-chan, you can open your eyes. We must get you home." Sebastian sounded exhausted.

"Sebastian...?"

"Yes, my Lord?"

"Thank you. You did not fail. However," I broke off my sentence. I'm not sure if I want to know the answer to my next thought. 'Do you love me, Sebastian? Do you save me out of love, or just to be your prize's savior?'

"However? Is there something else you want to know, my Lord?" there was a slight concern in his voice.

"No, nothing. It's just that we need to get you home. You are injured." His arm was bleeding, as was his lower lip. 'If only... I don't want to ruin this precarious relationship, though.'

"Very well, my Lord." And we finally started our way back to the Phantomhive Estate.