En Cachette Obscurite

Another Chance II

Cyril cracked her eye open glancing at Alois asleep in bed, she sighed. Nothing happened tonight, she didn't feel right about this, she was positive that many demons would have arrived for his soul already; many of them doubted her being able to protect him, yet they're not even here. She grinned; she looked out the window to see the sun slowly past the clouds, it was now dawn. She stood up, dust herself off and tugged on her gloves. Taking one last glance at Alois, she opened the door and spotted one of the triplets sweeping the hallway, it was Thompson. He stopped when she came to his attention.

"Make sure not a hair on his head is out of place." the last part came out like venom even if she did say it softly. Thompson nodded. She then smiled. "Good, I'll be back in a little while." Thompson watched as she disappeared around the corner, he kept watching for a few minutes before returning to his chore.

Cyril went out to the market to buy ingredients for Alois's breakfast. She knew he might object to it, but he wasn't in the best condition and needed to eat something different. She knew of the best things to buy to make a decent medicine to get him on his feet.

"I don't want it to taste too bitter, than I won't have to force him to take It." she mumbled to herself. "First things first, he's blood is tainted." She spotted a vegetable merchant nearby, they probably had fresh produce. She decided to check it out. They mostly had what she needed; silverbeets, barley, ginseng and rhubarb.

"Ah! You have quite the eye for excellent produce young lady!" The merchant told her. "The ginseng is imported from Siberia quite a rare one." "As if I didn't know that..." she thought to herself.

She picked up at least a bushel of everything and was about to reach for the rhubarb, she had her hand on one end of a stalk and another person had the other. She looked up at the person.

They had short black hair and piercing red eyes, wearing a butler outfit as well. She narrowed her eyes slightly but then closed them in a smile. The person copied her; their eyes close and a smile on their face. They stayed like that for a while; you could feel the electricity in the air.

"It's seems you have a good eye for fresh produce." he said. Cyril tightened her grip slightly.

"You as well, I see that you've past all the others."

Sebastian's POV

I've decided to make a special Rhubarb pie for the young master. Many of the stores I've been to had rhubarb but they weren't the best to make a pie with. That's when I spotted the perfect bushel of rhubarb by a nearby merchant. I believed everything would be great from then, but that was when I saw her, heading straight for the bushel. Like I would give up that easy, I've been searching for the perfect rhubarb and I wasn't about to let it slip through my fingers so easily. One of us would have to let go and it wouldn't be me.

Normal POV

"Going to make a dessert?" she asked straightening up, still holding unto the stalk.

"Why yes I am. Going to make medicine?" he asked. Cyril twitched slightly.

"You're right." Then just kept smiling at each other, many people passing thought of them as kind people offering each other the plant; but if you were smart enough to see past that you could see the malice and venom in their smiles and voices. There were a few people that saw that and were crowding around expecting something to happen.

Cyril opened her eyes and stared at him, Sebastian responded by doing the same. They both glanced at the rhubarb and then each other.

"Let's go..." was clearly what her expression said.

"You let go..." was what Sebastian face said. Cyril frowned. She reached into her pocket with her other hand; Sebastian glared at her as she did. She pulled out a small pocketknife, the crowd grew even more. Sebastian stood on his guard. Cyril sighed as she cut the rhubarb between their hands. The crowd quickly dispersed.

"Honestly are we suppose to be acting like this?" she placed her share in her bag and paid the merchant. "We butlers are supposed to act more mature aren't we . . .?"

"Sebastian Michealis?" she smiled. Sebastian paid and placed his share in a bag.

"I guess your right. . ." he returned with a smile.

"Cyril Cloutier." Cyril walked past him.

"What bring you here?" she asked, "Did you decide to treat yourself to a dessert?"

"Actually, I'm making it for my young master, he loves his sweets."

"I figured as much."

"What about you? What are you doing here, the last we met we were in France." Cyril shook her head.

"Honestly Sebastian, out of all people you should be aware that Marie Antoinette is dead. Actually dead for years now."

"I'm terribly sorry I've been busy for a while. So, what brings you here then?"

"I'm making medicine for someone that's sick. He's loss a lot of blood; it's tainted, so I've decided to make a blood purifier medicine for them."

"So you've found a new master?" Cyril's smile softened.

"I wouldn't say 'Master' Sebastian." she answered. Sebastian walked beside her.

"Well it's been a whole century since we've last met, how about we reminisce on old times; it'll be awhile before I have to return to my young master." Cyril thought about it, she did have to return, but Alois was pretty out of it, she could probably have a few more minutes to herself.

"Alright then; Shall we?" they walked through the market chatting to one another.

"Nnnhh." Alois groaned as he opened his eyes weakly, he slowly helped himself sit up.

"Your Highness..." Alois turned to see Thompson sitting in a chair close to his bed.

"You..." Alois looked down at the bandages. Was it a dream? Was she even real? Thompson knew what Alois was thinking about.

"She went out... to buy ingredients..." he mumbled just audibly for Alois to hear. Alois stared at him.

"She told me... to watch over you... until she got back..." Alois didn't respond but lay back down in bed pulling the sheets over his head.

"I feel alone..."