No noise was heard in the spacious guest room Everetta lie to. Her eyes lazily traced back and forth the entire room in silent fear at the darkness and unfamiliar area. This was one of the first times she had been to a new place alone, after all. At least the Earl seemed rather nice, under all of his layers, at least. Though, even that thought did not quell her fear of any figures emerging from the darkness of the dancing shadows.
Nothing's there. You're fine. Of course you are. Everetta comforted herself with calming thoughts. These silent thoughts did nothing against the faint squeaking of her bedroom door. The complete and utter darkness of the hallway nearly blended into the silhouette of a small individual. The girl sat up in her bed.
"H-Hello? Ciel, is that you?" Only the boy could have such a small figure outlined in the darkness. However, it was strange that he did not knock first.
Everetta felt the beat of her heart increase as the boy walked towards her with no answer. Only the streaming light of moon allowed her a slice of vision to his hand.
Held tightly in his small fingers was a knife larger than any the young girl had ever seen. The evergreen of her eyes widened.
"C-Ciel, what are you..?" He approached with still no expression or words to quell her intensifying fear. Everetta wrestled in her covers to free herself. Sweat poured down her face as her entangled fingers and feet made remained entangled in the mess of the sheets. She abandoned the idea of escape as the Earl touched the ends of her elongated shadow. Everetta now turned to face him directly.
"Please, Ciel! Don't! Stop!" Her shouts went unheard as the boy raised the hand holding the sharpened steel. Everetta braced herself as the inevitable falling motion of the knife began. She glanced away for only a moment, yet it seemed like an eternity. Was the cold and distant silver in her already?
"My, My, sir," The girl dared to look as the words of a known butler flowed into the chilled night air. The face of her savior wore a smirk as his hand held his master's wrist. The knife stayed inches away from Everetta's pupils. He truly couldn't have come any sooner.
"No need to get this angry over a little card game." The butler wrestled with his master to allow the knife to drop on Eva's bed. Sebastian faced his master's unmoving and expressionless face with his signature smile. It was almost as though the entire scene was a normal event.
Even in her saving, Everetta kept a horrified expression to her lips and eyes. Tears welled to the traumatized girl's pupils as Sebastian glanced over.
"I was right! I knew it all along!" She screamed into the air. Everetta clutched her head in distress.
"The Phantomhives are cruel! They would be the only ones responsible for such a ludicrous and cruel act of trying to kill the one whom thinks they are being helped!" Even in her trauma, the girl remained rather collected in her language. Her cursing of the family did not stop with those words, though. Her evergreen eyes overflowed to the thick steel just below her. She faced Ciel's blank face with contempt and outrage.
"You killed all the others, didn't you!? What have you to gain!? How can you be so cruel! Say something!" Her shouts seemed to have no effect to the butler, as only a smirk came to Sebastian's face. He chuckled at the words. Eva's eyes shifted over towards him with the very same anger.
"What is so funny!? Your Lord just tried to kill me!" How could he be laughing so openly when she lie there in utter turmoil? Was he making fun of her?
Sebastian's eyes looked directly into Eva's. He didn't hold back in the amount of pleasure and enjoyment that he conveyed in just the maroon pupils.
"If you don't mind me saying, I believe it's rather amusing that a suicidal girl yells at a boy to stop her early death." He was obviously referring to the teen, but she only looked on in confusion.
"You can drop the act, Lady De Ferreis. I'm aware of the position you take in these recent string of murders. Just how long did you think you could continue killing without anyone figuring it out?" Sebastian dropped the hand he held on the unresponsive Phantomhive.
Everetta's tear-stained cheeks remained with the same expression for a few moments as she debated the words flowing through her mind. The scowl on her face soon morphed into a knowing smirk. She directed her cool summer eyes towards the butler.
"Of course you've figured it out. I've thought so for a while, but decided it best to not let another murder happen so close to me. I suppose you're not so lucky now." Any eyes that had previously given sympathy to the young girl could now find it easier to give her a look of anger. Her act of an assaulted and naive mistress was dropped so suddenly and with much ease that one could almost assume she had never been one.
Everetta picked herself up from the bed. Her feet barely made a noise as she stood to face Sebastian. The very same smirk to her lips was easily reflected onto the butler's.
"My master had never taken you off of the suspect list. You were always the number one culprit." The butler took a step away from Ciel to face the girl head-on. Though they were a few feet away, the overwhelming height difference could have intimidated anyone into stepping down from the butler. Not the girl with an ace up her sleeve, though.
"Oh? Ciel suspected the assaulted girl even as she was thanking him over and over for a safe stay at his manor? The Phantomhives truly are cruel." She took a glance over to Ciel, though he did not seem to notice. His eyes still stuck to the spot on the bed where the girl had originally been begging for her life.
"Naturally. A proper beating from your uncle's family could have put your in the head place for the inheritance. A refined family against barbarians? Why, even a child could tell which was more deserving of the head title of the family."
Eva shrugged slightly.
"However, it did nothing for my cause in the end. While my grandfather was very sympathetic, he told me that my position in this battle had no affect on the outcome. That he wanted to keep me the 'same' and untainted. Whatever that means. A few bruises and broken bones for nothing." She sighed with the grin still stuck to her lips. Everetta turned back to Sebastian.
"Well, you must realize it now. This is check. Now that I know the truth, there is nothing that you can do. I could easily overpower a young girl like yourself." The butler took a step towards the girl, yet this did nothing to her carefree expression.
"Now, that's where you're wrong. Ciel, would you kindly come here?" For the first time, the boy made movement. He strode towards the girl and faced her with the very same pupils that stared past her. Sebastian's smirk vanished as his young lord came between the murderer and him.
Everetta's hand clutched onto Ciel's shoulder. She leaned into his ear with green still pointed towards the questioning butler in the distance. When she was finally finished, the young man turned to Sebastian. He spoke with heavy authority in his voice.
"Sebastian. Do not interfere. That is an order." It was almost ridiculous how those simple words could stop the foot the demon had placed in front of him. All confidence wore away from his eyes as he realized just how far the young girl had planned ahead. She wrapped her arms around Ciel's shoulders affectionately.
"'The butler clad in all black that follows every order from his master's lips, no matter how outrageous.' That is how they described you. It's a nice little trick, isn't it? Just one small drink or sniff and someone can become all yours." Sebastian took no reply to the girl's words, issuing a glare instead.
Everetta smiled.
"What? Why are we becoming so quiet now? Have I confused you?" She giggled almost like an innocent child.
"Well, that's too bad, as you understanding is of no concern to me. Ciel." She removed her arms as she took a step back. Everetta looked to the boy's dark blue eyes with no sympathy.
"Would you do me one last favour? Take that knife there," She did not need to point to the steel still wet with her previous faux tears. The handle was gripped tightly by the Earl. He turned back to her for further instructions. A more serious look came to Everetta's eyes. She swallowed loudly.
"Alright. Now what you can do for me is simple. Very simple. All I want you to do," She pointed towards her own heart with a single finger.
"Put that knife into my chest as many times as you can. As hard as you can. Don't stop." The command put curiosity to Sebastian's eyes.
"And what is the purpose of that? Why kill all those other individuals if you are going to simply waste your life in the end? What is your goal?" Was she just insane? There had to be a reason for all of it. And why Ciel? Why the person who was housing her? Was it because of his investigation of the case?
Everetta turned to the butler with a sad smile.
"I... Will never get the inheritance or title that my grandfather holds. Even if favour rests to my father, I can never hope to gain the one thing I sacrificed everything for. I am a woman competing against the higher-classed men of my family. Why didn't I realize it in the beginning? No, now.. I was going to be found out for all those meaningless murders. I couldn't have my assault being the main focus, could I? That would cause too much investigation. They would surely find me out in no time. Even with all those dead souls, Ciel was on my tail in no time. Now.. I would rather have my family have the title in my death rather than my uncle gaining it while I still live. The death of his favorite granddaughter by the ruthless hands of a family friend could bring enough sympathy to my family, couldn't it? So, come on, Ciel." The girl threw her hands into the air to allow the boy more ease to stab the knife to her chest.
"Come now! I'm sorry it had to be you. I had warned you of the truth, didn't I?"
