I trembled at the sight at the one who had haunted my nightmares, who had taken me away from Sebastian and had tainted me in ways that should have been Sebastian's right. My mouth opened and closed I don't know how many times; I must have looked positively pathetic and ridiculous as I sat there, just staring in horror at the demon I had hoped never to see.

I should have known I'd see him again.

After all, I know very well nothing can kill a demon.

I should have known.

The mortal wounds I had inflicted upon myself.

I should have known.

When I ripped out my tongue.

I should have known.

The deep horizontal slices in my wrists.

I should have known.

The knife in my stomach.

I should have known.

They all healed.

I should have known.

They always healed.

I should have known.

I should have known Claude would survive that too.

Claude's smirk widened into something twisted and cold. Like a dank, dark cave that any nasty little bug would be happy to scramble into. He made my skin crawl. "Don't look so surprised, young lord." he said. "I am a demon after all. I'm hurt that you don't seem pleased to see me," his voice was of such indifference and filled with such apathy that I really doubted that statement. "Especially after our... time together."

I swallowed nervously, slowly edging away but he didn't seem to care, in fact, it probably only amused him. The spider-like male crawled on the bed, scuttling closer in the way those eight legged freaks do; slowly with every move precise and creepy. He gave me the hebegebies.

I escaped through the door, running as fast as I could. I needed Sebastian, now more than ever but he... I felt like crying again. Sebastian wouldn't save me from the beast that had violated me in more ways than one. I was scared, trembling as I ran on shaking legs.

Eventually I was sure I was far enough away. It getting dark by now and cold. I slipped though into an alleyway, sitting against the wall as I wrapped my arms around my legs. The cold didn't really bother me now I was a demon but I felt cold inside; hollowed and empty like someone had removed my insides and filled me with ice. I hurt and ached but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Sebastian wouldn't come for me.

My eyes stung with hot liquid that rolled down my cheeks. I won't tell you I look particularly attractive when I cry; I look like any other snot-nose child except, as a demon, I don't get snotty. A bonus perhaps? No. I would still give anything, anything at all, for my humanity just so I could end. I wanted Sebastian to take my soul. I wanted it more than you could possible comprehend. I wanted peace, oblivion. I wanted to die.

Typically, it began to rain. I dug around the bins that surrounded me and I found a shirt covered with paint. I pulled it on. I was something to keep me covered as I hadn't the time to pull on clothes before Claude invaded my home. I was soon soaked to the bone but what did it matter? I curled up on the hard, wet floor. I had nowhere to go, no one who wanted me, nothing to protect me. I was quite useless. Sure I could fence but I had never used a real sword. I had some knowledge of self defense but nothing that I could have confidence in.

I closed my eyes. I regretted refusing to help Sebastian find Amy's killer. Perhaps I would have been allowed to linger just a little longer, perhaps be held by him for a moment and perhaps I would be safe from Claude... wait...

Claude was back.

Amy was dead.

Coincidence? Not bloody likely.

I knew who killed Amy.

"Sebastian..."

I know I haven't been on much but death and medical issues has gotten in the way. Forgive me?

Also, I don't normally make requests like this but, I'd really appreciate it if more people could tell me what they think of my Lady Elizabeth fanfic 'The Loveless Life of Little Lizzy'. It was my first fanfic from a point of view that wasn't Sebastian's or Ciel's or third person so, of you have time, please check it out and review. Thanks so much x