Chapter Nine:
(Warning: Undertaker is OOC in this chapter)
The Darkness.
It surrounds me...suffocates me...slowly kills me...
Oh my head...
I slowly gained my sense back, but I couldn't see anything. I hear a faint rustling of clothing and an inaudible whisper, but I could make no noise of my own.
I shuffled, feeling a rough rope binding my hands behind me and my legs together. I was leaning against a cold bar. No-bars.
I was in a cage.
My eyes were covered with a stiff, dry cloth, and I felt sick. Must've been that sickly sweet smell, what was it called? My brain struggled to bring up the word; chloroform. That's what the Viscount pumped into the room to knock me out. Is that what happened to Ciel?
I heard footsteps, and my breath caught in my throat when I heard the same velvety voice from when I passed out. This time, it had a darker, almost eviller tone to it.
"Welcome gentlemen. Tonight, I have brought you two beautiful young ladies. The first, a lovely robin with unique eyes." A cloth was removed and I heard a small murmur pass through the room.
"The last, but certainly not least, a lovely swan with hair the color of pure snow, and eyes the color of emeralds." I felt a rush of wind as the cloth over my cage was removed.
Eyes like emeralds? Oh no, my contacts!
I refused to open my eyes at first, but then the Viscount kicked my cage, making them flutter open in fright.
The dim candles did little to hide the men in masks. My eyes wandered over to Druitt, who wore his party attire, but held a mask that covered his identity. Then, they flew over to the second cage, which held a girlish Ciel Phantomhive.
We locked eyes and I gasped when I saw the demon's mark on his eye. So that's why he always wore an eyepatch.
"You may now start bidding," the man announced, and my eyes widened. He was SELLING us!
Ciel decided that he'd had enough. "Sebastian, come get me!" he called. The mark glowed a bright purple, and the candles went out. The rock in my stomach formed again.
Grunts of pain were heard throughout the room, and when the candles lit up themselves, Sebastian was already untying his master.
"You seem to like being kidnapped," he teased with a smirk. Ciel ignored his sarcastic remark.
"Aren't you the Undertaker's helper?" he demanded. I nodded slightly. "Why did you come here?"
I thought for a moment. Then shrugged.
Ciel sighed. "Sebastian, untie her."
"Yes, my Lord." Sebastian said, walking towards me. The rock grew with every step he took towards me, till I felt as if I would spill my guts onto the wooden stage. Sebastian knelt down and bent the bars as if they were made of bendy straws. With a flick of his finger, he sliced the ropes that binded me. I crawled out of the cage and ignored his hand that was trying to help me up. I ignored it, seeing that it might as well have been like touching acid. Actually, it would've been better than taking his hand.
I stood by myself and backed away from him, trying to relieve the sickness in my gut.
"Would you like us to take you back to Undertaker's parlor?" Ciel offered.
I was about to speak when a voice interrupted me.
"No, I'll take her back myself." it giggled. All eyes turned towards Undertaker, who was leaning against the far wall. I walked towards him, not wanted to meet his penetrating gaze. He took my hand with a little more force and something wasn't right.
Out of earshot, Undertaker turned to me, his smile gone.
"Where's the mask?"
"Huh?" I asked, startled.
"Where is the mask?" he repeated.
Oh crap..."I don't have it.." I muttered.
"You mean, the mask that I gave you, trusted you with, you lost?" he forced out. I took a half a step back.
"It wasn't my fault I-"
"It is your fault, because if you weren't so damn curious, you would still have it!" he yelled. I stared at him with wide eyes. From the moment I first met him, he never yelled at me. He never yelled at all.
I was freaking scared right now.
I took another step back, unable to say anything.
He glared at me, then turned and stomped off. I was too scared to go after him.
It...It's my fault. My stupid curiosity got the best of me again.
I looked to where Undertaker just stood, still feeling the tenseness in the air. I understand why he was so mad, but...this isn't like him. Or is it?
I wrung my hands, unsure of what to do. I walked back to the stage, seeing all the men passed out, but no Ciel and his demon butler.
I grabbed the cloth that was put over my cage and wrapped it around my shoulders.
Then I left the building.
Not sure of whether I should go back or not, I wandered the streets. Again.
Just like that night three months ago.