AN: Special thanks to , Namelesskid123, Cutiepie120048, Gamma Cavy and skypie! No Elliot this chapter either, unfortunately, but expect to see him soon! Enjoy and don't forget to drop me a review!
Chapter Seven: One Stormy Night
The water rippled with every step he took.
His bare feet were skinnier than before, bonier. He hadn't eaten in a while. Even if he was a Chain now, he could still live off human food. It was better than eating humans, like all the other Chains.
It was rare that he ventured outside, into the higher levels of the Abyss, but he was feeling nostalgic today and cooping himself up in Alyss's playroom or curling up in a chair in the small library he'd made there wouldn't help his cause.
He wanted to forget, wanted to put himself under his own spell, but he couldn't do that.
He looked up and saw a ruined dome suspended by great chains, now reduced to something resembling a bowl beginning to crumble. He saw the world – his world – suspended above. Frozen.
He watched the chains binding it to that place – his chains, rusted with his blood – and wondered how they could hold such a weight. Wondered how a despicable thing like him could hope to save anyone, how he had hoped to make them happy if he'd stayed by their sides. No, it was better this way...
„They're happy." he'd say „That's enough."
But Oz knew it wan't.
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"Come on, Alice! You have to come to the ball!" Alyss pleaded with the brunette, threading her fingers through Cheshire's fur as he sat in her lap.
Alice glared at her sister, one eye staying warily to the seemingly friendly cat "Why?"
Alyss raised a delicate eyebrow "Because... there'll be meat?"
A pause.
"Fine, but I'm not putting on that bloated gown you gave me for my birthday."
The eerie smile on Alyss's face said otherwise.
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The weather was doing a very good imitation of Gil's mood. It was cloudy outside, painted desolate blues and blacks and looking as though it might rain any second. Really, Gil wished it would, anything to break the overwhelming silence that had overtaken his room. Where was that stupid rabbit when he needed her most?
He didn't know what he'd expected when he went up here, earlier than normal. Sleep? An epiphany? All he got, however, was silence and his mind running in circles.
He just kept thinking over Break's words and hearing the „This is our little secret, Gilbert, it could prove potentially dangerous to involve anyone else in this. For now, speak of this to no one." over and over again. But he'd went against that advice and asked, in the most round-about and vague way he could manage, Sharon if she knew if Break was up to something. It was scary how her smile was so similar to Break's as she'd answered that no, she hadn't a clue.
It had been stupid of him to question the girl, he knew, because if the family servant wouldn't tell him the truth, than what hope did he have that the family heiress would do otherwise? It was still frustrating. Gil closed his eyes with a sigh, but opened them again a few moments later. He was restless. He needed a cigar to calm his nerves, but felt too exhausted to get up and go out into the cold night air of his balcony.
He continued to lay on his bed, staring at the high ceiling above the canopy of his bed. It reminds him of something – some other instance in which he'd been so horribly devastated and depressed – but it was like the word at the tip of his tongue that he just can't remember.
Sleep evaded him, so all he can do was think. His mind drew blank every time. Every train of thought lead to a dead end. Every time he tried to reason out what he saw, it was like a fog came over his thoughts, muddling them.
It was useless, he knew, to try and be of some use to the people around him.
Who would want such a worthless thing like him anyway?
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Vincent was generally a refined individual. He was calm, collected, calculating and sometimes detached, like every Noble should be.
Now, Vincent was very close to something one could only call giddiness, though he made no outward show of it. It was rare that he felt as excited and happy as he did now, considering his brooding nature – one of the things he and his brother had in common, Vincent thought with affection – but she had said yes and Vincent just couldn't keep the smile off his face, despite knowing his employer, Oscar Vessalius, would soon be upon him in all his fatherly, over-protective fury.
It had been the best decision of his life, Vincent firmly believed, to stay with the Vessalius family. He'd found everything he'd ever searched for there. Forgiveness, understanding, warmth and his very own, personal sun. The sun that chased away the darkness that had once chained him. The sun he was now trying to repay, that he knew he could never truly repay. And this, nothing could ruin this day because...
Vincent was taking Ada Vessalius to the Baskerville Ball.
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