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Rated: T
Angelina Durless was alive again.
She was alive, despite the fact that Ciel was certain that she was dead just a moment ago – and he wasn't sure if he was witnessing this for real or if he was just imagining it because he was mentally and physically exhausted.
The red-haired woman coughed weakly, spitting up more blood just to leak onto her drenched dress and her breathing was rapid and shallow.
"S-Sebastian!" Ciel hated how his voice wavered, but his aunt was alive and he would not just sit back and watch her die once more without doing something, "Sebastian, Madame Red, she–do something!" He ordered, unsure why he was so flustered.
Harry watched the woman anxiously, though he was forced to take a step back when Padfoot latched onto his pants and tugged insistently, forcibly pulling him away from the lethally injured woman.
'This Death God...' Sebastian thought, giving a quick glance to Harry with a slightly raised brow before kneeling down to comply with his Master's unfinished command, "She is bleeding out. We must hurry if she to have any sort of chance," The red-eyed demon stated, "However, Jack the Ripper–"
"Forget Jack the Ripper!" Ciel snapped harshly, giving Sebastian a deathly glare, "Sebastian, I order you to save Angelina Durless' life!"
"Of course, My Young Master," Sebastian bowed his head lightly, quickly taking off his outer coat and wrapping it carefully around Angelina's chest as to constrict blood flow, "We must hurry." He picked her up with ease, cautious not to jostle her too much.
Harry could only stare with concerned eyes, but didn't dare step closer and could only stiffened warily when Ciel threw a quick glance over his shoulder that he could read almost instantly.
'I am not finished with you yet...'
