The steps of the Lord towards the girl were cold and calculated, similar to the blade held tightly in his hand. With a simple raise of the knife, Ciel focused his sights onto the girl's chest.
The sudden clattering of the cool silver to the ground stopped all hearts on the scene. No, perhaps it only stopped the beating muscle of the wide-eyed girl. A cool slap of flesh to Everetta's cheek was all the pain she felt. Her evergreen eyes traced towards the blue pair of pupils now giving a rather unimpressed look to her way.
"What..?" Everetta grasped her burning cheek, eyes flitting around the boy who had assumingly fell out of her control. Ciel looked down to the knife now settled on the ground with his same expression.
"The world's most terrifying drug. 'Devil's Breath.' One loses their free will with it's ingestion, driven forward with only the command of another." Ciel locked his glaring blue with Eva.
"Did you truly think I would become overtaken by such cheap means?" The stabbing words replaced any death in the room. Eva simply stared to the young lord with disbelief in her overflowing eyes.
"No.." It was a whisper of an individual's entire life slipping right in front of her. All the planning and calculating. All the peace she had made with her own death seemed so very meaningless in the 'checkmate' the Earl of Phantomhive had just placed on the board for her to see.
"That's impossible..! No one can resist the drug-"
"Precisely. Especially a child." Sebastian interjected into the sentence with his usual smirk. He stepped towards his master. Ciel seemed to point his glare towards the butler at the words, 'child.'
"My lord never would have stood a chance if it were actually the scentless and tasteless drug that you so rudely sprayed into his face." Upon this remark, the butler pulled an object from his pocket. He showed the cologne bottle to a face filled with even more disbelief.
"It did not take much time to recreate. Perhaps your family should shift their focus out of heavily alcohol based perfumes and to that of originality." His insult to the girl's company did not seem to be the reason for the tears flowing out of her eyes.
It's over. All of it is over because I wasn't smart enough. I can never go back to the house. I can never see any of them again.
"How.." Everetta's demand to know just how the young boy had figured her out did not seem to be a mere question escaping from her lips.
Ciel folded his arms against his chest.
"The drug Scopolamine, or 'Devil's Breath' as it is more commonly known, is only found in South America. It is the substance you intended to spray into my eye, and had done so to the other victims. It is virtually scentless and tasteless, making it very easy for someone to slip into a drink, food, or for your case, cologne." Ciel took the glass bottle from Sebastian's hands. He eyed the liquid with intensity. His fingers groped the rubber end.
"The drug's scarcity in our country meant only one thing; you needed to have a supplier. Luckily for me, a certain drug distributor is more than willing to share his clients' information with me." The vision of the Chinese nobleman most likely crossed both parties' minds. He did not seem to be the most loyal dog an owner could find. Usually, this fact was in Ciel's favour.
Everetta dropped to her knees. The liquid gathering in her eyes dropped to the ground without a sound. She clenched her teeth with a heart-broken stare to the wooden panels.
"Why..? Why did you pretend? You knew I did it, so... What was the point in making me think I had won!?" er shouts were anger mixed with a hopeless sorrow. Ciel felt no sympathy as he twirled the small bottle in his fingers.
"Simply stated, I wanted you to think you had won, Lady Everetta. When a player believes they have already finished the game, they begin to make mistakes. You admitted to both my butler and I the reason for all of the murders. I had a small theory on why you had killed those strangers, and you only helped by reinforcing my guess." A smirk formed to Ciel's lips. Sebastian followed suit with the action.
"Whatever shall we do with her now, My lord? A highly sought murderer, staying at the Phantomhive manor all alone." The butler's grin matched his glowing maroon eyes with a dark and sinister look.
"We'll give her the hospitality the Phantomhive manor is known for. You have heard of it, haven't you, Lady Everetta?" Those blue eyes staring down pierced into the evergreen, sending shivers of fear into Eva's spine. Sebastian took over from his master's words.
"We've just installed a new strapping bench to the basement. I've heard they're all the rage these days. The leather whip that came along with it is of the highest material as well. It suits someone of your position quite well, lady De Ferreis."
No.. This was not how it was supposed to turn out! He was supposed to protect me..! He said he would protect me! Nononono... The girl's mind was a jumble of thoughts whirling together in a frenzy. They all spoke of her betrayal by the cruel, cruel man, cursing him.
"He said he would protect me! He promised!" Her eyes skidding to the ground found her reflection in the glint of a silver blade. Just as the thoughts ceased, Ciel's hardened expression softened.
He? Was she not working on this alone?
"Everetta-" The words leaving Ciel's lips were stopped by the girl's hands wrapping around a thick blade. She aimed the shapr object towards herself as she lifted her tear-stained face towards Ciel. The boy lunged forward at the possibility of new information. He was held back by the extending arm of a butler clad in black. The threat of the girl having the knife was more important to the contract than any information she could present.
"Everetta-"
Hot red spilled from a self-inflicted wound. It splashed to the wooden panels, filling into the space between each segment and perhaps dripping down into further layers. A muffled cry was heard from the lady as she clasped a blood-stained hand to her mouth. Her watering eyes locked with Ciel.
"We're all just a pawn to him. He doesn't protect us..He uses us up and leaves us to die.." A small trail of crimson came from her mouth. Everetta's sparkling eyes locked with the large blue pupils the earl wore.
"Don't become his pawn, Ciel."