A/N; I better get some props for this being 8 pages long, and over 3000 words.
XD we'll see how long it takes me to update again. My ...new...cat -new cat that just showed up outside and was probably dumped down the hill by my house- is pregnant and about to burst ...any day now..soooo...I'll be playin' kitten mama for awhile XD
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Disclaimer; Any similarities to actual people or places is completely unintentional. Any character's used are not my own and I am not making money off of.
It hadn't been long since Sebastian left the company of the Undertaker, on that godforsaken piece of land in the countryside.
He pondered returning immediately back to New York, but came to the conclusion something else in London had to be taken care of before hand.
If he was truly good and done with all things Ciel Phantomhive related, he had to make sure all connections to the boy's name were destroyed. Human connections anyway.
For the second time, in too short a span of time Sebastian found himself debating the pros and cons of killing Alastair Fennelwick who was currently sniveling about in front of him.
The man was obviously not thrilled with having Sebastian standing in his antique store yet again.
There was no one in the store, Sebastian noted. It would be quite simple to dispose of this loose end.
But it wasn't as though the man knew all that much, truth be told...
"I swear, sir I haven't...I mean. I...excuse me ….I honestly haven't lied about anything! I've told you anything I know! If that damn brat said anything about...well he's lying you know, children these days!-"
Sebastian's eyebrow cocked
"Children like that are...I can't believe some people when ...when they have children, you know. No discipline! Some people just shouldn't exist!"
A crooked smile worked its way onto Sebastian's face.
Though, Sebastian thought, it was about time to reconnect with his true nature.
"Excuse me? Are you alright? Your hand is bloody."
Sebastian had just exited the antique store into the small back alley of London, he turned to look at the speaker. It was a middle aged woman, coming out of some so called-psychic shop. The Aberlin shop to be exact, he noted. She did look similar.
He shook his head and smiled pleasantly, "No, Ma'am. I'm fine, this isn't my blood. Thank you for your concern." He peeled his now red formerly-white glove off of his hand. What a mess.
She pushed a bit of auburn hair behind her ear and looked at him curiously.
He nodded at her, deciding not to give her time to ponder why his glove was dripping blood
"Do you know Ciel?"
That, he was not expecting. He turned slowly to look at the woman properly.
"He came into my shop recently. Dark hair, blue eyes, about ye high?" She motioned, bringing her hand to about 5foot.
"How..." Sebastian started with his eyes widened by a fraction, this couldn't be right...Ciel Phantomhive was actually here? In London?
No. No it didn't matter. So what if the boy is alive, no matter how that may be possible. Sebastian didn't have a contract with him anymore. This is all meaningless.
"I'm sorry Ma'am. He is not of my concern, thank you for your time...Excuse me." He started to turn and walk stiffly down the street. Away from this and away from London.
"He's not here anymore, you know. He moved to New York. Manhattan, I'm assuming." She said, before smiling and waving, "Good luck. Bye bye now...Come on Jerry, we have tea waiting"
A black cat looked at him from it's place beside her feet, as she turned to walk into her shop the cat seemed to sniff the air in his direction before following her.
New York?
Well that is convenient...
His gaze turned sour rapidly,
Grell was in New York...If he came across Ciel...
The skies themselves seemed to darken around the demon, as the air grew deep with atmosphere and the ground itself seemed to envelop him in darkness.
In a flash, the demon was gone from England.
"I see...alright..Yes, thank you...alright then. Thank you. Yes, we'll be looking...Thank you again..."
Claude paused coming into the dining room, Hannah was talking on the phone to someone, looking rather perturbed about something.
He didn't have to take many guesses as to why, after this mornings conversation with Alois...
Claude's lip turned downwards...He may have been a bit harsh on the child. He was well aware this Alois did not keep any of the previous ones memories. And he was a bit more drawn back than the other...
Either way, the person on the other side of the phone line was likely someone at Alois's school. There had been a number of times in the past where Alois would get worked up into a tiff before leaving for school and then hours later they'd receive a phone call about him acting up in class.
The worst time had been when he stabbed a pencil into another boys hand, just out of sheer boredom and anger. The child's parents had been so upset, it took a fairly sizable donation to the school and family to get them to even keep Alois.
In any regular public school, he would have been expelled. This was the beauty of having very wealthy parents.
"Claude, something's wrong." Hannah's voice broke him from his thoughts. Gold eyes fixed themselves on the tan woman in front of him.
"What did he do now?" He spoke, already beginning to feel a bit annoyed.
"It's what he didn't do...he never made it to school this morning. And I've called him and called him, but he won't pick up his phone...It just rings too, rather than him letting it purposely go to voice mail" She was obviously worried, even one of the most powerful and revered demoness' in the netherworld seemed to fall victim to motherly emotions.
That, was odd. Alois, no matter how upset he had been in the past had never not gone to school. This was most certainly getting strange.
"I'll go look for him then..." He nodded in passing to Hannah, before leaving the house, grabbing his overcoat on the way out. He wouldn't have been hugely surprised if the boy had just grabbed a cab and headed to the Central Park Zoo instead of school, but regardless it was inexcusable behavior.
Within minutes Claude found himself walking the same streets as the one Alois took to his near by high school.
He'd never really get used to the stench of New York. On top of the smells of sewers and streets filled with rubbish and rotting anything, there was an overlying smell of humans. Human stench grown to huge degrees by the compact city and high walls letting very little of it out.
Thankfully it was still much more pleasant than London streets in the 1800's, but not by a huge degree.
There was a reason he rarely went outside.
As he made his way down the side walk, he noted a man selling newspapers on the side of the building.
"Excuse me, have you seen a light haired blonde boy in a school uniform? 15 years old. About 5 foot 3?"
The grizzled old man with the newspaper paused in thought.
"Yeah I have actually. I only remember cus' I thought it was kind of weird. This really...long haired redheaded guy with glasses and...well red everything, smacked into him. Then he yelled something odd and seemed to know him...then he grabbed the boys hand and dragged him down that there alley. It's a dead end, so I was expecting them to come out after a few minutes, you know. But they never did."
The gears in Claudes head began to turn rapidly. What on earth?
Long red hair...glasses...
"...Did the red haired man seem...how do I put this. Gay?"
The newspaper sales man scratched his beard, "You know I wasn't going to say anything because the boy seemed a bit light in the loafers too...so I thought they were...you know. That's why I didn't want to disturb them...or...walk in on anything."
The spider demons mouth twitched. The idea of Alois and ...him in a back alley in New York? Doing that? Disgusting.
But it didn't change anything. Alois went missing, after running into a Death God.
This didn't bode well.
He needed to find them quickly...But he wasn't the best tracker in the world. Especially not in the middle of New York city with a million different smells.
It was time to bring in the triplets.
Alois looked down at the phone in his hands.
The call he had made to Ciel went better than expected truth be told..
A smirk formed on his young face, for some reason the idea of Ciel getting all freaked out amused him highly. But this probably wasn't the time to get the giggles...
He had been to Saint Patrick's cathedral once before, in his youth for mass, but the blonde had never seen it like this.
Completely empty and devoid of life...well...besides a few certain individuals.
The gothic interior and high arches were all the more beautiful only lit by a few candles in near complete silence. The stain glass windows were glowing from outside daylight.
After being tied up in a shipping crate in Poughkeepsie, Grell decided he needed a more spacious and 'romantic' place to exact his 'revenge' or something like that.
Alois still wasn't entirely certain how the strange redhead knew Ciel.
And all the things he was saying about demons, could it really be true?...
He shivered and wrapped an arm around himself, glancing around fruitlessly.
He may have never seen Saint Patrick's Cathedral without the masses of people in it before...And he couldn't see it now.
Below the church, in the crypt locked up without food or water, Alois had only his cellphone as a lightsorce.
Grell was likely to complete his goal of luring Ciel to this location, and with that, Alois was rendered unnecessary.
With a far too pointed grin, Grell said 'It's not like you should exist anyway..', and with that the crypt was shut and locked after the phone call had been made.
Alois flipped open his cellphone again, and gazed down upon the photo screensaver of himself, Hannah, the triplets and Claude.
"Claude..."
The cellphone flickered once before the battery completely died, leaving the boy in total darkness.
The trip from England, the netherworld and back again appearing in the back alley of one of the lesser well kept areas of New York was ...interesting to say the least. The River Styx was never the most predictable mode of transportation, but it was certainly the fastest.
Sebastian brushed off his black coat before strolling out onto the main sidewalk, looking around to get a grasp of where he was exactly.
Judging by the amount of poverty stricken buildings and homes in need, he was in East New York.
A few older women in front of a small grocery market gave him an odd look. It probably would be odd to see a young man in a black suit emerge from a back alley, he mused.
"Yo, man, you lost?" A couple young men exited the market and strolled up to Sebastian like they owned the world.
"Actually, I do need a way back to Manhattan."
The youngest of the group, at about 18 smirked.
"I can get a taxi for you, man, but I'll need to hold a 50 for you."
Sebastian tilted his head, and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a handful of golden coins.
"I'm fairly certain this will more than cover it."
The young men seemed surprised before looking closer at the pile of gold.
"Dude what the hell are those?"
"Spanish golden coins, or doubloons as you may call them. About 150$ dollars worth together...I'm sure since they're antique they'd sell for much more than that to a collector, however." Sebastian smirked and jingled them gently in his hands.
The young men seemed to exchange a sort of silent look between them, before someone whispered 'are those real?'
One reached out and grabbed a coin and bit it, before looking back down at the coin and grinning wildly.
"Holy shit, these are real! Thanks man! Hey DeShawn, call Richard we're takin' our new friend into town ourselves!"
The youngest nodded and called back to one of the older women sitting outside the market, 'Yo Nana we're taking Richards ride to Manhattan, you need anything?' The woman shook her head, and Sebastian smiled and nodded at her.
Before long Sebastian found himself in a black 1967 Camaro with 3 other individuals, who were chatting amongst themselves and then decided on questioning Sebastian on everything from how he did his hair to 'where all he was from with that accent of his'.
And before he knew it, the three young men (Deshawn, Martin and Maurice) were waving goodbye to Sebastian as he stood on the sidewalk outside Central Park.
What an interesting day it had been.
The red eyed demon took a long sniff of the air. Apparently, it was about to get even more interesting.
He smelled a Death God.
He surveyed the scenario for a few moments, before moving into action.
William T. Spears was currently moving quickly towards a running boy who looked suspiciously like Ciel Phantomhive.
And then, the boy was against his chest, small hands bunched in his over coat. His eyes were wide and blue and frightened more than anything he had ever seen.
"Oh dear, I had just given up on you too...This is troublesome.."
The boy had spoken his name too, this was most certainly Ciel, but something was different, very different.
The smell of blood filled his nostrils.
Ciel had been stabbed in the leg by William's weapon, and the deep red liquid was now spilling out of the wound at a worrysome rate.
He had hit an artery...If the boy didn't receive immediate medical attention he'd bleed out in a matter of minutes.
The boy whimpered and crumbled to the ground infront of Sebastian.
William noted the demon with a cool expression, though obviously displeased with being interrupted.
"Demon. I don't wish to fight you, but I shall if need be. My job is done, he'll be dead soon. Your contract is meaningless to us." Will's voice whenever speaking to Sebastian always morphed into one of that you'd use when speaking to something entirely disgusting or revolting.
Sebastian wondered how much of this was due to the long term animosity between Death Gods and Demons, and how much of it was due in part to Grell's obsession with Sebastian, rather than Will.
He smirked.
"What contract? I have no connections with this boy. You don't see me cradling him do you?"
William's eyes flickered down at the boy on the ground, blood starting to pool on the pavement.
"Then why are you here?"
"Curiosity. Do you know why this has happened, why he appears to be back?" Sebastian probed.
Williams seemed to pause at this, it was obvious he was wondering just how much information he should be telling the enemy.
"..No. Only the higher ups know, if they know at all. I'm just following orders. He and the other one needs to die."
"Other one?"
"Alois Trancy. He's here in New York as well." That surprised Sebastian. And worried him somewhat, there was certainly the possibility of Claude and the other demons showing up as well. Glancing down at the injured boy on the ground, he noted that the blood spilling from him was likely to be a beacon to any nearby demons as well.
"Hmm...I see. Who else knows about this?"
"Myself and the officials. It's my soul duty to depose of the left over waste."
Sebastian nodded softly to himself, that makes sense. It didn't seem like Grell knew anything when he left him the last time... Oh well, time to work.
In a blink of an eye Sebastian had landed a kick square into Williams chest, knocking him a number of feet backwards.
"You best run off before more of my kind show up.." Sebastian sent William a toothy grin of his own.
Will's mouth went from a pained expression to a drawn line, "We'll meet again." and the Death God was gone from sight.
Sebastian turned his own eyes back on Ciel, laying still on the ground. His chest wasn't moving much at all anymore, but he was still alive for the time being.
Moving next to the boy and crouching down next to the dark haired child, Sebastian pulled something out of his inner breast pocket.
A sewing kit.
Removing a needle and thread, his red eyes fixed on the gash on the boys leg.
An interesting day indeed.
It had only been moments before that Claude had sent the triplets out on to trail Alois, or the red Death God.
The trail was apparently leading them north, towards Albany, so Claude began moving in that direction as well. Until something quite strong hit him.
A smell.
A very familiar smell.
Gold eyes dilated and focused on the mass of trees and paths that was Central Park. Now, his sense of smell was degraded in the big city but this scent was so strong it was almost overpowering. Even from such a distance
This was the smell of Ciel Phantomhive's blood.
-Seeyounexttime-
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