Kurayami: My readers, I apologize for the very late chapter. I had writer's block and didn't know what to do even with the amount of reading I did. Thanks to a couple of people, I managed to write this story.
Important note: What I've written about Islam in this story is mostly wrong. I have modified many things in Islam to fit Black Butler and not viceversa. I thought everyone should know to not get confused. In movies, a lot of religion things are wrong.
Today happens to be a bright, beautiful day that just did not suit the mood that I was in, that everyone was in. Today was Madam Red's funeral.
The chapel's bells rang signalling the start of the funeral. Sebastian and I along with Undertaker stood in front of the chapel entrance watching Ciel as he walked inside, his footsteps echoing.
"Ciel didn't deserve this happening to him." I muttered quietly to myself as I watched the earl as he flung a red dress over his Aunt's body.
I stepped aside as Sebastian and Undertaker opened the hearse. Red rose petals were carried by the wind flying around us then into the church, making a magnificent scene and it also eventually coated Madam Red, making her surrounded by red petals instead of the white petals she was laid in. I took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh air and the slight smell of roses.
"Undertaker, do you have the time? I need to talk to you privately." I turned to him and asked quietly.
Undertaker smiled wider and nodded. I did not miss the glance of Sebastian as I walked away from the chapel. He led me into the cemetery to a particular grave. I read the headstone: 'Mary Jane Kelly'. The last prostitute that was killed by Jack the Ripper.
Before I opened my mouth, he said, "The earl himself requested that I do her make-up and went as far as to arrange a grave for her since no one could take care of her body."
"Ah." I could not utter another word for some time as I tried to compose myself, remembering the events. Then I mentally built up courage and spoke up quite boldly and to the point. "Undertaker, I think you know things about the Supernatural."
"Why do you think so, my dear?" He asked as he finished burying the half completed grave.
"Ciel always visits you when he looks for information. You seem to know things… Even Sebastian doesn't seem to know about."
He continued to mess with me. "And?"
"I would appreciate if you shared some things with me - please." I added as an afterthought.
He finished with the burying and leaned on the shovel. "Hm, what should I tell you? Oh, I know!" He giggled. "You have a white birthmark on your butt." My eyes widened.
"You have been seduced countless times by blond-haired men and close to be abducted by one. Also-" I grabbed Undertaker by the collar, silencing him promptly.
"How do you know about all these things?" I glared at him menacingly never felt that much embarrassment in my whole life.
"Why don't you think about it, my dear?"
I frowned and thought over what he said. He could have never known about this information unless he stalked me back when I was in the Middle East. But that was impossible. Undertaker seemed to possess a huge amount of information, but from where? Wait, could he possibly be a Supernatural creature? The only creatures that knows about your past are the shinigami as I've read in countless books.
I let go of Undertaker's collar and looked up at him. Seemingly to allow me, I lifted Undertaker's bangs away and gasped.
My heart skipped a beat as I stared at the most beautiful face my mortal eyes ever laid my eyes upon, even more beautiful than the alkonost* and the hamadryad*. Well, it might have been because Undertaker was a male while the other two that I have seen were female, but that doesn't matter now! I snapped at my self.
Undertaker had the same eye colour as Grell and William; I have deduced all shinigami has them. The scar on his face went as far as going above his left eye until his forehead. His said eye seemed to be unharmed. Why are there so many beautiful people in London?
"I-I am not sure how I should react." I stuttered honestly, my face reddening even more. "You are more beautiful than the alkonost that I have seen."
"I am honoured to be compared to an alkonost, but isn't that a bit of an exaggeration?"
"I am a female. Yes, that alkonost has an amazing voice but it does not compare it to your face…" I had no idea if what I said made sense and in a panic, I turned away, my back facing him.
"Um," I uttered one word then fainted.
Undertaker caught my unconscious form from hitting the ground. He sighed. "It has been a while since a person has fainted from seeing my face. The last one I recall was… Ah, Marie Antoinette."
"What happened?" Ciel asked in curiosity as he approached Mary Jane Kelly's grave with Sebastian.
"She fainted." Undertaker stated the obvious as he picked up my limp body.
Ciel sighed irritated. "You will not answer my question, am I correct?"
"Yes." He giggled and handed me over to Sebastian. "I can't quite tell you about it, but it was embarrassing for her and she will probably not talk about the subject."
He began to walk away. "If anything ever happens again, please do come by the shop. I'll welcome you any time, if it's you and your butler… And miss Fatima."
Ciel and Sebastian stayed by the grave of the last victim of victim of Jack the Ripper for a few minutes longer.
"How kind." Sebastian stated.
Ciel quickly replied. "This wasn't kindness."
"It was kindness." Sebastian leaned forward. "If not, then it was weakness."
"You!"
"Why didn't you shoot?" Sebastian lowered himself to Ciel's height. "Standing by and watching a relative be killed? Lies do not impress me."
Sebastian continued. "At that time, if you had thought of shooting her, you would have shot her. However, due to your hesitation, even if I had told you to, you would not have taken up your gun. Why? Were you afraid to kill the madam with your own hands? Even if you could kill a woman you had no acquaintance with, you could not kill someone close to you?"
There was a small pause. "It's because it was your job. I thought it was your job to protect me with your life. That's why I did not shoot." Ciel turned away and stared at the sunset. "Our contract states that, until my goal is fulfilled, you will become my power, and protect me without letting me die.
"Demons do not have a sense of loyalty or conviction, right? All they have is principles. That is why, in order to fulfil your own principles, you will protect me, no matter what."
"Then, why did you stop me back then?"
"As the madam was trying to kill me, there was hesitation in her eyes. She was not able to kill me, a relative. That's what I thought. If you hesitate for even a moment, it can be fatal, just like in chess. She lost her next move through hesitation." Ciel said without emotion.
The Earl walked past Sebastian. "There's all there was to it. That is why I will not hesitate."
"That's how it has to be!" Sebastian said as if he found answers to his questions. "You should use your pawns in the best way possible and keep struggling to live on, using madam, myself, and all the other pawns within your reach. Even if the empty shells of pawns pile up beneath the throne, once the king is gone, the game is over."
"I will not stop moving forward. I will not regret a single step I have taken." Ciel swore. "That's why I order you: Do not betray me, and do not leave my side! No matter what."
The trees swayed as the wind blew and ruffled their clothes. After a brief silence, Sebastian bent on one knee while holding my body and said, "Yes, my Lord!"
When they arrived back in the mansion, the demon asked the Earl one more question. "I couldn't help but overhear while I was fighting Grell, Fatima offered to be your pawn, precisely your knight?"
"Yes, she did. She has promised that she will protect me from you or any other demon. That foolish girl… I guess it will be more convenient for me."
"Bocchan, you seem to underestimate me."
"I have seen the fight between you and that Shinigami, you had a hard time. What if you were preoccupied by two demons? She will certainly protect me."
"How can you be so sure?"
"I have seen her try to protect me from madam, even though her attempt was a failure yet I am sure that she will protect me from demons."
"If you say so."
"Now, go and put her in her room then prepare dinner."
"Yes, my lord."
Sebastian carried my body to my room and carefully laid me on the bed. He straightened up and stared at me.
"Why did you fake your faint?"
I opened my eyes and looked at him from the corner of my eye. "How did you know that?"
"I have noticed your heartbeat while we were in the cemetery did not match your heartbeat while you were sleeping, although it was close."
"Wait, demons can hear heartbeats from far away or were you being a creep while I slept?"
"Answer my question."
I blushed. "I made a fool out of myself in front of Undertaker and couldn't bear facing him."
"How were you able to make yourself as limp as that? Every human should have an amount of tension in their body, even the ones that are good at acting. You may have fooled the Undertaker but you cannot fool me." He asked, no, more like demanded me.
I weakly and with great difficulty took out a vial containing a violet liquid out of the pockets of my black dress and held it out. "This potion that I have taken has a substance that makes a person lose the feeling in their body and slows down their heartbeat." My hand slumped down but still clenching the vial. "The substance is still in my system and I seem to have taken a bit too much by mistake."
Sebastian stared at me, trying to figure out something I guess.
"You are a strange one, offering to defend a complete stranger with your life."
"Well, I read that demons sometimes cannot hold back their hunger and may attack people randomly until they quench their thirst by consuming numerous souls or by consuming a special kind of soul. I assume that you are a very old demon therefore you wait patiently until you are absolutely hungry then decide on a good soul to feed upon, that is why you chose Ciel, am I correct?"
"You are quite smart for a 14 year old, I give you credit for that."
"Say… Why did you choose Ciel specifically? Aren't there many souls like him?"
"Bocchan's soul is quite different from normal people. His soul is pure compared to the difficulties he faced throughout his life, that's what makes him special. Every demon has a special taste. While your soul is superior unlike common people, it is not seasoned well."
"Eh? That's why those demons have tried to attack me…" I mumbled, remembering the attacks that happened few years ago while travelling.
"Just for you information, demons have another way to quench their thirst."
"What is it?" I asked curious. The more knowledge I have about demons, the better I can protect myself from them.
"The other way is by drinking blood of humans." He gave a long, hungry look at my neck.
I felt dread wash over me as I quickly muttered the words that protected me. I looked at him frightened and waiting to see what he'll do.
With a sadistic smile, he bid me a good night and went out of my room with no more words spoken.
I knew that Sebastian must be messing with me as he cannot kill me or harm me (I thought as I tried to reassure myself) without his master's permission. Yet utterly frightened and staring at the closed door of my room, I just muttered the words that protected me over and over again, long into the late night, and long until the candles burned out.
The Alkonost is, according to Russian myths and folklore, a creature with the body of a bird but the head of a beautiful woman. It makes sounds that are amazingly beautiful, and those who hear these sounds forget everything they know and want nothing more ever again.
Hamadryads are Greek mythological beings that live in trees. They are a particular type of dryad, which in turn are a particular type of nymph. Hamadryads are born bonded to a particular tree.
Also, I decided to change things a little bit. You, the readers, will decide what will happen next in the story! Give me your suggestions, but I won't tell you if I'll use it, to make you guys more excited! I'll be waiting for your reviews!
