House on Foul's Legs

Angel's Storm

The weather remained misty until we were far out at sea. I had struck up a conversation with the old man, his name being Captain Wigner, a former pirate. He said that the new era had arrived and pirates weren't such a big thing to him anymore. A loud clap of thunder interrupted his stories, and we looked out to the sky. "Excuse me, sir; I must get back to my master." I said after a few seconds.

"Master?"

"Yes, I am a butler. The butler of Ciel Phantomhive." The man nodded.

I heard a distant yell. "Sebastian!" I rushed to where the sound had come from, until I was stopped by a flash of lightning. It struck right in front of my face, and made a big hole in the ship. Well played, angel. Well played. I thought to myself. Silvery flashes of lightning struck all around me, bringing sharp electric heat. Ash was keeping me from saving my master.

Each time a bolt of lightning struck, chips of wood went flying through the air, striking the confusion. People ran around, crashing into each other, trying desperately not to get thrown into the sea by the crashing waves. Nothing went dark, the waves were silver and the storm clouds stayed a light shade of grey. Ash was not doing too badly. I heard his voice in my head. "You're doomed, demon. Soon this world will be cleansed. Soon your time will come."

~meanwhile~

"Sebas…!" The rest of my butler's name was drowned out by the wave that had splashed over the side of the ship and right onto me. It was freezing cold, on the verge of being ice. My teeth began chattering loudly, and another wave had made its way upon the deck. Its strong current was pulling me closer and closer to the railing, so I tried to find footing on the wooden surface of the ship. It was pointless, the wood was slippery.

I tripped over one of the holes that the lightning had made. With that, I landed harshly onto the floor, my face in water and my nose throbbing from the impact. The wave was able to lift me up, throw me against the side of the ship, and then plunge me through the hole in the railing. Dammit, I thought, it's like the wave has a mind of its own. As I was dragged down into the cold of the ocean, I silently wished for Sebastian. If he was there, he could've told me why. The scenario was defiantly supernatural, and he would've known what it was all about.

I didn't know how to swim, so I thrust my arms and legs to and fro, trying to stay afloat. A giant wave, foaming at the top, towered over me. The roaring water cast a shadow over me, speeding up my heart. It came down with great force, knocking my head down. I held my breath, but in a few seconds my lungs were tight and I needed a breath. My need for air forced my mouth open, allowing salty water into my lungs. I began to feel faint, and only panicked more when I couldn't find "up".

Something like hard rubber slammed into my bum, sending me rocketing up to the surface. I produced a loud gasp, and couldn't get enough of the air rushing towards me. I continued to scramble around, and found a piece of the ship drifting around. I threw all my weight onto it and allowed my smarting body to rely on it. I had drifted far from the mess, far from the ship, but all the more, farther from Sebastian.

Out of the water popped a black ragged fin. I looked into the water, and since it was clear, I was able to spot a large black shark with blazing red eyes. It was covered in scars. As I looked around, I noticed that it was not the only shark around me. Hundreds of thin, hungry looking sharks. The black shark beside me was the biggest out of all of them, and seemed to be keeping the rest of them away from me. I caught its glance and it quickly looked away. As the rest of the sharks swam away, knowing that they wouldn't be able to eat me, the black shark swam away with them. I closed my eyes and prayed my thanks for that black shark. Eventually, I found myself asleep.

~Sebastian~

I was getting quite comfortable with my fins and tail. I had protected my master, and to reward myself for staying true to that brat I decided to feast on some poor man's soul. Immediately, I remembered the sailor that had called me a "sparkly undertaker". I recognized him instantly, struggling in the water. I smiled to myself, revealing rows of razor sharp teeth. My stomach rumbled hungrily for a soul. I charged at the man's kicking legs. I grabbed his thigh between my teeth, and began thrashing my head to and fro, tearing through his flesh.

Sinking my teeth into muscle, the smell of blood in my nostrils was making me wild. I missed the sensation of my prey being helpless. My inner blood thirsty animal was out, not only in my appearance. After I was sure that I had killed the man, I tore open the rest of his body and found his soul. The meal felt amazing. My stomach was finally full after all those years of starvation. With my belly filled and satisfied, I swam away, leaving the remains of the man for the rest of the sharks.

~Ciel~

I drifted around in the ocean, trying to remember which one it was. I remember somebody telling me on the ship where we were. I had made small talk with some of the other passengers, the ones who didn't really mind my age. One man had said something about this ocean being specifically shark infested. And that was nothing but the truth.

I had focused so much on trying to figure out where I was that I hadn't noticed that I had washed up on the shore of a small beach. The air around me was cold, and the freezing water splashed around my ankles. I crawled further onto the sand and collapsed. I hugged my knees into my chest, trying to conserve my body heat. My teeth chattered wildly and my knees were knocking together. I eyed my surroundings and saw that there was a thick forest. It took all my strength to stand up and to take a few steps towards it. Shelter. I needed to find shelter. I hated the ocean. I hated water. I hated waves. But most of all, I hated Ash.