Frozen Demon
SOS
We lay in silence, tears spilling out of my eyes. Lady Natasha was doing something, but I didn't pay it any heed. A slight gnawing sound filled the stillness. Blood ran down my mouth and my chin. My nose felt as numb as ever. I closed my eyes, trying to figure out a way to remove my eye patch so that I could summon Sebastian. But there was no way that I could do so with my wrists tied together. I wriggled around some more until I was right beside Lady Natasha. I lay my head onto her trembling shoulder, like I used to do to my mother. Though she was cold, her parent like nature warmed my frozen heart.
Suddenly, she jerked up, careful not to drop my head. The white, blood stained, cloth fell off her face. She had chewed it off. Her mouth was foaming a strange pink color, tinted with blood. Sharp canine teeth poked out of her mouth, and she was snarling. Eerie howling echoed, ringing in my ears. It came from Lady Natasha. Her ponytail seemed to be more like fur than hair, silky black fur. She howled once again, ending it with a whimper. Like the ones I usually heard from Pluto.
A distant howl was heard, about half a mile away from where we were. In about thirty seconds, I heard soft footsteps outside the locked door. The footsteps ran at great speed, crashed into the door, almost breaking it down, and were brought back to the beginning. Someone or something was trying to break in. Lady Natasha was smiling. The footsteps attempted to break down the door several more times until succeeding.
A large male grey wolf with a foaming mouth and blue eyes, duller than Lady Natasha's but still vibrant, stalked into the room. He had large, muscular, shoulders and was covered in snow. He shook the snowflakes off of his thick coat. He lunged at me, holding me down with his two large paws, and violently bit the cloth off of my mouth. In the same manner, he removed the rope from my wrists and ankles. With a little more care, he removed Lady Natasha's ropes, and bowed on four legs to her. I noticed that she not only ruled the people of Russia, but the animals of Russia, as well.
I stood up and reached out to stroke the wolf as a sign of gratitude, but it backed away and began to growl. Quickly, I drew my hand back and it turned and ran out of the stable. "Thank him for me." I looked up at Lady Natasha as she hugged me around my shoulders. Like my mother used to do.
I slipped my eye patch off, revealing the eye that I had given to sign of the contract between me and Sebastian. In a split second, he was standing in front of me. He had brought Evan along with him. He ruffled my hair and smiled. "Always getting into trouble, huh?" I just scowled at him. Suddenly, I took a mental trip to memory lane. Lady Natasha. Her blue eyes almost looked just like my mother's. Sebastian. Only my father ruffled my hair like that.
The moment was ruined right outside of the stable, in the snow; we were under attack once again. Andrew was upon us with a knife, slashing away at us like a mad man. He managed to cut Lady Natasha right above her eyebrow. He pushed her head deep into the snow, his hand tightly clutching her neck. She seemed in great pain, and was straining her neck, trying to continue breathing.
~Evan~
Andrew was keeping me away from my master well. He was trying desperately to carve out her eyes, and she was losing her breath quickly. I felt like I didn't even know him anymore. Who was this guy? Was this who I was friends with the whole time? I knew he never liked Lady Natasha. But I looked up to her. She was a good and strong leader. Sure, she hurt us and bossed us around, but there was just something about her icy stare that gave her a motherly aspect. I was willing to risk my life to serve her.
I jumped onto my old friends back and began to pry the knife out of his hand. This made his other hand get tighter on Lady Natasha's neck. As we struggled with each other, he pushed down hard enough on her neck to knock her out. A dangerous sounding and loud wheeze escaped her airways, and her head fell limp on into the soft snow. Her eyes opened really wide, and then shut really tight. I yelled in distress and gained the strength to push Andrew off of her and into the snow. He began to lunge at her again, so I threw my body over hers to protect her from the blow. I began to see black and silver and I felt Andrew's cold knife slip into the center of my forehead. I heard his scream. "No! Evan, you idiot!" I heard sobbing, then it all faded away.
~Ciel~
Sebastian gave a blow to Andrew's head, which knocked him out. For a while, I thought he was dead. Sebastian lifted up Evan's body. "He lives." He solemnly concluded. I just lie there in the snow, to stunned to say or do anything. Like a professional surgeon, Sebastian removed the knife from Evan's forehead. He stopped the blood with his handkerchief. I watched, my mind still catching up with the events. I looked at Lady Natasha, half dead in the snow. She looked peaceful. Except for the fact that her neck was bent in a strange way. I closed my eyes tightly, trying hard not to remember that I loved her like I loved my mother. I was not prepared to lose another mother. Even though she was never my parent.
"Sebastian… C… Ciel…" Lady Natasha's voice was unrecognizable. It was quavering, and she began to cry. She started to say things in Russian that I could not understand. Sebastian's eyebrows shot up, and it was the first time I saw him look sympathetic for anyone. Maybe it was only for Lady Natasha, since she was a fellow demon. He was just about as afraid of losing as I was.
