There will be no escape, I will never be free. The heat of your flames will forever consume me. I can barely keep my breath steady, my body is going numb. To think that I could escape from you, how could I be so dumb? No matter how hard I try, No matter how hard I cry, I will never be able to break free, no matter what plea
By the time I come to my senses I find myself lying in my bed. I am alone, all is still and all is quiet. How strange this is... I thought I collapsed out by the gates... If that's the case, why am I lying in my chamber? Did Sebastian place me in here during my slip from reality? Without a knock being delivered to my door, I see the golden knob turn and my door was opened without my permission.
"Pardon the interruption." I hear a voice say, it's not Sebastian's, but at the same time I know I've heard it before. It sounds a lot like Tanaka's. My guess proves me right, Tanaka appeared before me with a smile pressed against his wrinkled face. "I know I've entered without your permission, and I do apologize for it. I just came to wake you, and to inform you that your parents are waiting for you in the dining hall."
"My parents?" Hearing him say those two words caused my eyes to widen. "That's impossible, my parents aren't here anymore.." And neither should you, what exactly is going on here? How did you find me?
"What are you talking about Master Ciel?" Tanaka asked, his voice raised slightly out of concern.
"I must be in a dream, there simply is no other answer. My parents were burned in a fire. They perished years ago." My eyes drift to the floor. "Where's Sebastian?" I asked him.
"Who?" He asked me in return.
"Sebastian." I repeat the name I gave him the moment he and I formed our contract. "He has pale skin, black hair, and his brown have a red tint to them."
"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about." He smiled at me, even though I can tell he's concerned. "There has never been a servant named Sebastian in this estate. Not since I've been here at least. Nor has there been a fire."
"What colour are my eyes?" I look up towards him once more.
"They are the colour of sapphire." Upon answering my question, he chuckled for a moment. "I think you were having a bad dream. You did go to sleep last night without any dinner. Did you drink warm milk with honey before you went to bed again?"
"Oh. I don't recall now that you mention it. But, I guess it is possible, I'm sorry gramps." Is it even possible? That everything I thought was truth was just a horrendous dream all along? Is that all it was? The fire, my humiliation, my pain and suffering, Sebastian, Jack the Ripper, even Noah's Ark. Was it all a terrible dream?
"Your parents are probably starting to worry why you haven't gone downstairs." I hear him chuckle softly, and I leap from my bed and start running. I go as fast as my feet and legs can carry me.
"Mother? Father?" I walked quickly down the many steps of the main stairwell, and start to make my towards the dining area. In the past I had no use for this room. I would usually dine by myself, the only company I would regularly get was Elizabeth. I finally reach the large room in what seemed like eternity of walking. My eyes widen once again as my head peaked inside the room. My mother sat next to my father at the end of the long mahogany table. They're holding each other's hands, smiles presented on both of their faces; happiness shined in their eyes. "Mother... Father…?" I repeated to both of them a little bit louder than the first. They heard me that time, and they both face towards me.
"Good morning, Ciel." My mother said to me, her voice gentle and calm, just as it's always been.
"Good morning, son." My father replied right after my mother. It wasn't real after all. It was nothing more but a nightmare. Tears of joy swell into my eyes as I run to my parent's side. Once I get there I wrap my arms around my mother, and hug her as tight as I could.
"My son." I heard my mother coo when her arms wrap around me, "My handsome son, my darling boy, I love you so very much." She pressed me closer to her, she smells of white roses; her favorite flower as well as my own. I don't respond to her when she speaks, my tears answer for me. My steady stream of tears drip onto her clothing. "Ciel? My child are you alright?" She released me slightly from her arms so that her face can level down towards mine and wipe away my tears. "What's the matter?"
"I...I thought..." I allow a few of my tears to fall from my face again, "I thought I… Lost you two."
"Lost us?" My mother asked me in confusion as well as shock, turning her gaze towards my father. I nod to her in reply. "You were having a bad dream," she said sympathetically, "and it's over now. Your father and I are still here, and we're not going anywhere." I smile for the first time in years. My father rubs my hair like he always did; scattering my locks all over my head. But I don't care anymore, my family again is here with me. For once I feel the sanity return to my, my calming reassurance. I feel joy once again. I have regained what I thought I had lost.
I detach from their grip and I take my seat when I notice something. A change, something is off for some reason. The temperature in the air has climbed drastically.Maybe I'm just hallucinating again. The sun has just risen not too long, that must be why it feels so hot. The three of us wait for our meals to be served and the temperature has risen so much that sweat has gathered on my forehead and ran down the sides of my face.
"Ciel, are you ok?" My mother asked me, and I nod to her once more.
"Just a little warm." I say when in reality it's like a sauna without steam.
"Do you think so? Your father and I think it's perfect." She smiles and her blue eyes continue to stare at me. I decide to not respond to her, it probably is just my imagination. From out of the corner of my eye I see a figure start to make its form. It's blurry, unclear, I don't know who this is suppose to be. Tanaka with our meals? No, no it can't be him. He is too short to be this figure. Everyone else was just part of a dream. So who could be this figure I'm seeing?
"Part of a dream?" The figure spoke with a voice darker than black. It comes forward and I turn my body to it. A thin wall of black surrounds it in dark fog, the shoes it wears clicks on the wooden floor. "Am I just part of a dream as well, young master?" I can't control my body as a gasp escapes it. Sebastian? There's no way this can be. It was only a dream. You're not real, you're not real. You're not real.
"I can assure you that I am just as real as you are." He replied, his body now next to mine. I don't recognize him for a second, his features surprise me for a moment. His eyes burn mike the rage of a fire. His hair is still jet black but only a bit longer. His skin is charcoal grey which complements the wall around him. He possess fangs and claws all the more, both sharp and intimidating to gaze upon. I hear his shoes echo throughout the now silent room, my heart pounds against my chest, and I can't help but panic. What is going on? The walls around me are beginning to melt away, the colour soon runs down and begins to collect itself in a pool on the bubbling ground. I feel like I'm in the middle of the flames of a roaring fire, and I can't take this much longer. My feet are pulled to the chair, and my body curls into a ball. The heat is slowly cooking my body, a scream bubbles within my throat, but I contain it with every squeeze I deliver to my legs.
"S...Sebastian... Why have you come? Haven't I been through enough torment already?" I don't dare look up at him. I don't want to see what horrors he could have waiting for me.
"Not quite." He said to me, his deep voice rang in my ears. "Like a coward you thought you could escape from me."
"How dare you-" my head snapped upwards and my eyes widen, I can't stop my scream this time.
Along with everything else in this room, the walls, the furniture, the floor, my parents begin to melt away. I see Sebastian, his form is right behind my mother and his claws hold her melting head in place.
"Let my mother go you bastard!" I try to lash out towards him but a wall of fire bursts out before me and I can see his claws tightening around my mother.
"Ciel.." Her voice is calm like nothing is happening.You're burning right in front of me! How could you sound so calm about dying?! The flame in front of me soon died down and my mother has her head tilted to the side. The right side of her face looks normal. Her left side, the one leaning towards Sebastian, has melted away completely; leaving me the image of her skeleton. Her blue eyes continue to stare me. "Ciel." She called my name, over and over like it were a tune of a lullaby. "I love you."
The flames have risen more and more, its heat inching towards me all the more closer until it licks my foot. I can't take this any more! Sebastian's lips curl in his own amusement and his hands free my mother's head. My eyes stare at her, watching her lips pass her final words, "I will always love you." and collide with the wooden table. All of the remaining voices go silent, the only sound to be heard was the loud crackling of the roaring flames. I curl my body into a tighter ball, tears collecting in my Dammit! I couldn't save her.I just sat here as I watched her burn to her ...Father... I scream at the top of my lungs. Anger, pain, and guilt course through my body. Is this what my parents felt during their last moments of their lives?