Chapter 10: Blood And Love

I eventually went inside, to see how Finny was doing, and somehow the creep became the doctor.

"So? You're good at medics too, huh demon?" He looked up at me from Finny's cot, and his eyes turned the color.

"I prefer to be called by Sebastian, human."

I roll my eyes and nudge the demon's body over to see the frail, blonde haired boy, with a blade in his shoulder.

"Hi, Arena." He puts his hand on my shoulder, and smiles. I put his hand down and ran down to my room to get the dress. I looked at the ugly, cloth that I fought in and shred it into little pieces.

I ran back to Finny and took off his bandage.

"I put that on there for a reason." Sebastian stared at me with mad eyes, and I glared back with less intimidating, green, eyes.

"I know." I said. "This cloth absorbs more blood than anything here. I should know." I pulled up my maid's dress, and sat next to Sebastian, staring at my damaged leg.

"Well then, I'm going to prepare tea for young master." Sebastian left the room without a word, and next thing I know, they're kissing.

Meyrin and Finny. Based on that day's events, I didn't care. I just stared lovestruck, by their love. I didn't even think about Sebastian's shitty-ness. I just blushed, and decided to leave them alone. I closed the door, eyes closed. I leaned against the door, thinking about my own love. Ah, Ciel.

Next thing I knew, Ciel's lips were pressed against mine. He smiled at me, and I smiled back. His suit was blue that day, imitating his eyes. His smile was very perfect, because it only happened a few times.

"I should prepare you some tea, my Lord." I blushed, and ran upstairs, my cheeks as bright as autumn leaves.

Ciel went up the other way, and I waited a few moments.

The day went by quickly, and I ended up in my room with Meyrin, earlier than usual.

"So Finny." I smiled at Meyrin, dressing in her nightclothes.

"Yes." She plopped on the mattress, very tirely, and smiled at the ceiling. She stared at me. "He's amazing, yes he is." Her voice squeaked, as I took a bow out of my hair. My hair cascaded down my nightgown, as a knock planted on my door. I heard tiny footsteps running away, as Meyrin opened the door.

There in plain sight was a silver tray. With a bottle of champagne and two bottles to go with it. And behind the bottle of 1864's champagne selection, was a note with a small blue rose drawn on it.

Meyrin picked up the note and it read, "Here's to true love." Meyrin grinned and stared straight at me.

"This bottle isn't from Finny." Her smile beamed at my eyes. "It's from young master." Her grin only got wider, as I confessed.

"I know." I jumped off the bed and headed for the door. I picked up the tray and laid it on the bed.

Meyrin poured a careful glass for her and me. "So, shall we make a toast?"

"Here's to true love." I said, in a calm voice.

"To true love!"