My eyes were wide open within a split second and my fingertips were touching cold, fair skin.
Confused by where I am I looked at my surroundings. Right in front of me was the butler, eyes wide open while staring at me, my fingertips touching his face. A
s soon as I realized that I withrew my hand although I was unable to turn my gaze away from the black-haired man whose cold eyes were locked with mine.
Within a split second he put his „mask" back on an smiled. The same old smile. Cold sweat ran down my neck and I closed my eyes.
Sebastian carried me to a room and put me on a bed, very gently and slowly, as if I was a feather sinking to the ground.
I was still sweating a bit and trembled all over my body. „Oh dear.", I heard the voice of the butler ring, soft like honey.
I opened my eyes slightly and saw his face approaching mine and then finally touching my forehead with his.
His breath hit my face, making me feel relaxed and I stared into his blood-red eyes. How could anyone have such beautiful eyes?
My breath became slower and slower and my eyes closed again. I felt myself drifting off to sleep and I felt so very calm; the butlers presence still closeby.

~Sebastian's POV~

I lowered my forehead down on hers, seems like she has a fever. Overall her whole body seemed to be extremely frail.
I stared into her eyes, hypnotizing her until she fell asleep. Her face relaxed significantly and I distanced myself from her again.
Her skin was glistening with sweat and I rummaged through the drawers in search of a rag. Filling a bucket with water I peeked at her ears.
That doctor David stitched the cat ears flawlessly to her skin. I soaked the rag in the lukewarm water and walked towards the bed where the pale girl was laying and looked at her ears up close. Indeed, the ears were sewn on perfectly. The black fur on them was glistening in the light of the room, looking ever so soft.
I reached out my fingers in order to gently swipe them across her fur. It was even more soft than the fur of the black beauty, a cat which I frequently meet outside since the Earl is allergic to cats.
Using my index finger and thumb I pulled her eyelids open and was confronted with bright yellow eyes.
Lowering my face near hers I analyzed them, feeling as if I was sinking into the golden colored iris.
As I felt her twitching I rose back up and pulled the dripping wet rag out of the bucket and wrung it.
I walked back to the bed, holding the cloth in one hand, and swiped her bangs away from her forehead, now placing the damp cloth on it.
Putting the white gloves which I took off earlier back on I walked out of the room. I have to wake up the Earl after all.

~Lucia's POV~

My lids were fluttering as I woke up. The room was really dark and I felt something damp on my forehead.
I rose from where I was laying and eyed my environment. A damp something slipped off of my forehead as I did that and I looked down. A wet rag.
Rubbing my forehead I tried to remember how I got here. I tried to help Mei Lin up but she slipped and I hit my head.
After that everything was black and that was all which got stuck in my brain. Suddenly the heavy door opened and the butler entered the room.
My body instantly became hot when his blood-red eyes encountered mine and I unknowingly clenched my fist.
„Oh, you're awake now. You feel any better?", he asked while walking towards me. I nodded slowly, still clenching my fist and yet holding on to the wet rag.
„Good. You can give me that rag then.", he held out his hand and I handed the damp rag to him.
My finger brushed against his hand and I quickly retrieved it, Sebastian giving me an odd look and turned around to put the rag in a bucket.

What is this feeling. I've never felt this before. My heart is clenching and my stomach hurt. I don't like it. Make it stop.

I started trembling, eyes wide open. The butler turned his head in order to face me, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
I had put my hand on my chest where my heart was and clenched it. My breathing sped up and I looked through the whole room.
„Are you okay?", Sebastian asked, „Does your chest hurt?" He now moved closer to me, the candle which he lit just now reflected on a silver object, it looked like this households cutlery. The feeling in my heart became stronger as he moved closer to me and I stared at the steel cutlery.
I couldn't take it anymore and quickly reached for the object, pulled it out of his pocked and thrusted the knife into the aching, throbbing spot in my chest.
The butlers eyes widened and he grabbed the knife before it could pierce through my delicate skin.
I grunted and tried to pull the knife out of his hand but I failed and fell back, my back slamming against the head of the bed.
Sebastian stared at me and then brought the knife to a drawer.
Tears suddenly started to stream down my cheeks and I just couldn't stop them.
I felt the mattress sink in beside me and saw that he had sat down next to me. He had an empty expression on his face while he held a tin in his gloved hand.
My heart was throbbing harder and harder and the stream of tears only increased. I heard him sigh and suddenly he wrapped his arm around my back and pulled me closer till my forehead hit his chest. My breath stopped, eyes wide open, the last tear running down my cheek.
He ran his hand across my head, again and again and I felt my heart bursting.
Instinctively I wrapped my arms around his torso and squeezed my eyes shut, listening to his heart beating ever so calm.
He stayed put for a moment or two until I let go and leaned against the wall. Meanwhile he didn't say anything, he just opened the tin; some sticky liquid was inside, I don't know what it was.
„I have to apply this now, excuse me.", he finally said before he pulled my dress down till the spot was exposed where I tried to stab myself.
I didn't manage to pierce through, the skin was red, a color which I know all too well.
Sebastian removed the while glove off of his right hand and revealed ivory skin and black fingernails.
He dipped his index finger into the tin, scooping a tiny bit of the liquid out and afterwards smearing it on the spot on my chest.
I flinched at the burning pain but it receded soon enough afterwards and he pulled my dress up again, closing the tin again and getting up from the bed.
„Rest some more, I will order the maid to bring you some food later.", he said and smiled before leaving the room silently.
I sank into the bed and closed my eyes slowly. They were burning from crying and were probably irritated.
I was so confused by all these unknown feelings, not being used to them made it hard for me to comprehend what was happening.
I should rest, as he said. I have yet to find out what this feeling means.
I drifted off into a light sleep, with the feeling of the pale butler touching me in mind.