Chapter 9
And here it is… Sebastian's story is back! I apologize for the shortness of this chapter as in comparison to the others. I think the next one will probably be longer. Just bear with me!
The carriage ride back was silent and awkward. For Ciel, anyways. Alucard was sitting in content silence, shutting his eyes. As Ciel continued to flip through his book, he was startled by Alucard breaking the silence.
"What am I supposed to eat?" he asked, turning to the boy.
Ciel gazed at him with a quirked eyebrow. "Can't you go without food for the time you spend here."
Alucard frowned and spared a glance at the boy's neck. "Well, I could," he began, drawling, "But that would just put me in a foul mood. Not only that, but without blood, I get weaker. I might not be prepared to take on the responsibilities this little quest would require. So really, you can order me not to drink blood, but I wouldn't recommend it."
Ciel thought for a moment, going through his options. "How much would you require?"
The vampire shrugged. "Maybe about a pint a week…"
The boy shivered and crossed his arms. "Then every Wednesday, as it is today, you will receive precisely that. However, I will not allow you to feed upon my servants. They shall be kept in the dark about your nature."
"Then where-" just as Alucard was about to speak, Ciel put forth his wrist. The vampire looked in shock at the boy.
"I cannot allow you to feed upon the helpless citizens, vampire. For now, just take as much as you need."
Alucard grabbed the wrist and inspected the veins beneath the skin before pushing Ciel's wrist away. "I can't bite you or else you'll turn into a ghoul. Cut your wrist when we get home if you really want to go through with this. Though I must admit, I feel an ounce of guilt taking a child's blood, especially my master's, even if you are just a temp."
Ciel rolled his eyes. "I am Ciel Phantomhive. As the Queen's Watchdog and Son of Vincent, I fear nothing. Remember that fact, leech."
The vampire chuckled heavily. "Ah, you remind me so much of Integra. I've said it before and I'll say it again; you're her in little boy form."
Ciel growled. "Stop calling me a little boy… you know what? I never had to do this with Sebastian because he was respectful enough to figure this out, but I order you to call me 'Young Master' or simply 'Master' until our contract is through."
Alucard chuckled. "It took you a while to give that order," he said with a toothy smile.
Seras found Sebastian in the Library with a great pile of books surrounding him. She watched him for a little while, fingers flipping through pages after only two seconds. She wondered if he was actually reading at all, but remembered both his age and supernatural occupation.
"Why are you watching me?" asked Sebastian, not even pausing to look up from where he was. Seras walked over and looked across from him. It was the fifth volume of the World History books they kept. He was reading up on the Vietnam war.
"Is this where you disappeared to? I know it's a slow day, and you haven't yet been given a mission, but doesn't that book seem a bit boring?"
"Not at all," he hummed, pausing to look up at her, red irises glinting in amusement. "I find it quite the splendid read, actually. I am pleased that I am becoming caught up. In fact, when I return to my own time, it will give me a head start to begin other amusements once my contract with Ciel is up."
Sebastian had begun to call Ciel by his name, as he was no longer obligated to the boy in any way. It was both discerning and relaxing, and oftentimes it put Seras on edge. She wondered what he could have meant by 'other amusements'.
"It is also interesting to see the humans' thoughts on the black plague I began all those years ago. The quotes I found regarding the event was humorous."
Seras jolted upright. "You started the black plague?"
He smirked at her. "I started many things…"
Seras huffed and took a seat across from him, head slumping in boredom. It was later in the day, and she had just awoken. After draining a blood pack and remembering she hadn't seen Sebastian since going to her coffin that morning, she wondered where she was, hence why she had come to the library. A sudden thought struck her. If he came from the nineteenth century…
"Have you checked out the internet yet?" she asked, eyeing him from under her golden blonde bangs. Sebastian raised an eyebrow.
"Internet? I've heard someone use such a term earlier, but what precisely is it?"
Seras's eyes lit up, and she jumped out of the library's wooden chair. "I'll show you! You'll love it!"
What will happen to our poor Ciel? What will happen between Sebastian and Seras? Stay tuned, dear readers! Next chapter will come soon!
