No. I could barely fight the men who attacked me on the street. How on earth was I to believe that I tried to kill Lord Phantomhive? It's not like I suddenly became a wild demon and attacked him, right? If I suddenly acquired confidence in my killing abilities, wouldn't I have gone after Mey-rin? Since I had her file set to terminate, it would have only made sense.

"She didn't do it," said Bard firmly before standing as a shield between Sebastian and me. "I know her Sebastian; she wouldn't do it unless it was the very last option. Hell, I don't think she could have done it even then." He gestured a hand back at me as if my very presence supported his claim.

"Then I must have only imagined seeing her strangle my master while threatening him with a knife." His sarcasm was its own knife that plunged into my gut. "It must have been my over active imagination that made up the sound of screams I heard and the destruction that occurred, because poor little Lottie P. Spears couldn't have done it. No, not her. So fragile and weak. It's downright impossible." He had started slowly striding toward me and was now menacingly leaning over Bard to bear his eyes at me. Bard puffed up like a warrior, standing his ground as the filling in our sandwich.

My body squirmed inside and I reflexively reached behind in search of my scythe. "I would never hurt him Sebastian, I swear." I hoped my eyes conveyed the truth and I held my hands up to show I was unarmed. "Where did I get a knife anyway? I don't have any weapons!"

He smirked and tilted his head to the left. "I have acquired all weapons previously used in the master's study for examination. He is there now, and wishes to have a word with his assassin." Sebastian lingered on the last word, making the S's sound like a snake waiting to strike.

"I'm coming with you. I will prove that she is innocent," stated Bard. He hadn't said anything in a while and I almost forgot he was there.

"How very kind of you. However this matter does not involve your presence or your persistent argues." Sebastian shoved the tray of goodies into Bard's hand with a false smile of ice. "Now, run along and play with the other servant. Miss Spears and I have something to settle." He pushed Bard out of the room and into the elegant hallways where he stood frozen before responding.

"Wait I-"

"Go," Sebastian ordered with all the power of the underworld to back up his claim. I could almost see tendrils of darkness emanating from his body Bard gave a large swallow before leaving, catching my eye once on the way out.

I took a deep breath and tried to think logically. There had to be a misunderstanding and now was the time to work it out. Being alone with a creepy and frightening demon was a good thing, I hoped. "So where are we-"

Sebastian came behind and wrapped my arms uncomfortably behind my back and over my head to restrain me from moving. It hurt enormously to move even a fraction of an inch, so I concentrated on remaining absolutely still. "Come along and behave. It will make killing you much less painful," he said. I shivered at the glee in the voice as he pushed me forward out of the bedroom. Well, I was practically dead now.

He guided me down hallways that I briefly remembered from my countless visits outside the mansion. The elegant gold lining wallpaper highlighted the eccentric painting and curtains that hung on the walls and the plush carpet had an ornate red rug that trailed down the middle. All the way my heart beat a million miles per minute. Where were we going, some hidden torture chamber in the basement? A secret room devoted to stripping people of their skins? The kitchen so he could bake me into a pie? Either way, adrenaline rushed through my veins as I imagined all the terrible ways he could destroy me.

We stopped in front of the master's door, which I was kind of proud I recognized, and let out a deep breath. He wasn't going to kill me just yet. It was most definitely socially unacceptable to kill someone in front of your master, let alone a child like Lord Phantomhive. But then again, he was unlike any lord I have ever met, so I couldn't let out my breath just yet.

The room was perfect again, just as it was the first time I peered inside. The desk I had supposedly destroyed looked polished to perfection and the floor was spotless of even a single speck of dust. The mirror made a perfect reflection of us in the room and the window doors were closed against the wind. Lord Phantomhive sat at his desk, his hands clasped lightly in his lap. His eye was focused on me and his mouth held a mockingly evil smile. I could feel the burning glare from his covered eye hit me.

"Thank you Sebastian. It's so wonderful for you to join us Miss Spears." He stood up from his cushioned chair and walked around his desk. "I have been meaning to speak with you for quite some time about our little, encounter." He snapped his fingers and Sebastian forced me to my knees.

The Earl was now a little taller than me. I could see a faint scar on his face that wasn't there before and a few bandages showed near his wrists and legs. He saw me staring and stalked over to me before slapping me with a force no kid could produce.

"Don't you dare stare at me like you pity me!" My cheek stung and I could feel the blood rushing up to it. "You think you can come in here and mess with me, the Queen's Watchdog, and live to tell the tale? Well you are quite mistaken." His nose was inches from mine. I could see the fire of rage burning in his pupils.

I cleared by throat once before starting to say, "I didn't mean-"

"JUST SHUT UP!"

I flinched. He didn't seem like the person to get upset over anything. He always struck me as someone who was always calm and calculating. However, now that he had a gun pointed at my forehead I was pretty sure I misjudged him completely.

"I should just kill you right here, right now," Lord Phantomhive said with a stone cold expression. "I would have Sebastian do it but that would take away all the fun." He released the safety latch with a loud click. I flinched back, closing my eyes in anticipation for the pain that didn't come.

He gave a quite scoff at my weakness. "Let this be a warning to your boss. I will not stand to be toyed with. Hopefully this will get the message across quite clearly." He shoved the cold barrel between my eyes and pulled the trigger.

I squeezed my eyes shut and felt strangely light, almost as if I was falling into a cloud high above the world. My body felt like jell-o and all my senses detached from my body before I blacked out into sweet nothingness.

X

BANG!

I could feel my consciousness waking up, connecting my nerves to the body. It fit like a glove, like I was meant to be here and was only new emerging into the world. And just in time too.

"Hahahaha…" I chuckled under my breath. It was nice to hear my voice again. Being trapped as a soul is really not as exciting as one might presume. "You think that a little gun would kill a reaper? You must really be dumb. Didn't I teach you before not to mess with me?" I gave him my man-eater smile.

The bullet had refused to leave the barrel and was jammed at the opening of the gun. It was a lucky chance but I was going to use it to my advantage any way.

Lord Phantomhive's eyes got a little wider but his cocky grin remained plastered on his face. "So nice of you to show your true colors, Miss Spears. That was quite a believable performance you put on. You almost had me fooled." It must have been difficult for Lottie to explain all this, given she was unconscious for all of it and completely unaware I existed. I was surprised she had done so well. Either way, this boy saw me hidden beneath Lottie's porcelain exterior. "Your alternate personality was quite charming in an innocent kind of way."

"Oh she's not just a personality my Earl," I said in a mockingly-playful tone. "She is a whole other reaper and a damn good one too."

He raised an eyebrow and looked at the demon behind me. "And why was I not informed of this?"

"I didn't think there was a proper time to mention it, my lord," he said calmly. "Either way, there is no reaper strong enough to escape my grasp, so you are in no danger." He twisted my arms tighter which made me giggle. I remembered him from the night I attacked Lord Phantomhive. He was tough, but not unbeatable. If I had been on my game, I wouldn't have been captured.

The window shattered to our right, sending shimmering rain down on all our heads and littering the carpet. A figure stood silhouetted against the sunlight, their long coat flowing in the breeze and chainsaw roaring to life by their side.

"Hello again Bassy!"

"Good Lord, not again," sighed Sebastian behind me. I jerked my arms hoping he would slip up and let me go, but his iron-tight grip held firm. "What do you want Grell? And did you really need to break the mansion window? I just fixed it this morning."

He flipped his long hair over his shoulder and struck a ridiculously gay pose. "I do love it when you get angry at me. It really brings out the color in your devilish eyes." His girlish squeal made me want to gag. Who was this guy anyway? Some giant-homo reaper?

"Can't you see I'm busy. Now go away!" commanded the Earl. He turned back to face me. "Sebastian, take care of the annoying pest and then kill the true reaper, Miss Spears. I've lost all my desired to kill her myself."

Sebastian released my arms and they ached like sons of biscuits. I rubbed them, relishing in the feeling of touch, before watching the demon. He brushed by me to kneel in front of the Earl while replying, "Your wish is my command." He then pivoted around and removed his gloves with his teeth before facing Grell. "Now, let's make this quick. I have other engagements to attend to."

"Oh! Quick and dirty! Just the way I want you!" Grell growled and I swallowed back some vomit.

I rubbed my arms and brushed off my knees before standing up to leave. Now seemed like an opportune time to depart.

"Don't move Miss Spears." Lord Phantomhive had unclogged the barrel and it was once again trained on my face. "You won't get lucky twice."

I debated on slapping the gun out of his hand and dragging him by his ear across the room. Kids like him annoyed me so. I really should have been more careful when I tried to kill him before. But someone else took over the duties for me by hoisting him up by his collar, leaving his feet to dangle a couple inches of the floor.

"She doesn't need luck; she has me." Will stood smugly holding the Earl. He took the gun out of the Earl's hand; taking candy from a baby. He then walked over to the mounted coat rack and hung the Earl up like an evening jacket before gagging his mouth.

"You can't do this to-" he tried to yell. But one the gag was in place all he could make were frantic muffles. I was glad Will shut him up. There was some quality in his voice that made my ears feel like they were being used on a cheese grater.

Will strode over to me and quickly assessed Lottie's body for fatal wounds. "I'm fine. Really. And so is Lottie. She's just frightened. She won't remember any of it, just that she was shot," I told him as I watched the demon and reaper battle it out on the back lawn. "Let's go before they notice. You picked the perfect time to arrive." I saw him give Grell a look across the lawn who briefly met his eye before striking Sebastian again.

"You planned this all along didn't you?" I asked Will astonished. And here I thought he completely forgot about us.

"I would never forget about you girls." He said seriously. "I'm glad you were there for her. Lottie just isn't strong enough without you. But did you really have to tear up my bedroom door?"

I shrugged nonchalantly. "Sorry. It was a little harder to separate our emotions that time. It was my first reappearance in quite a while. Two people in one body is quite a lot to handle." The battle was heating up down below and I motioned for us to leave. "C'mon. We should go. Grell can handle himself."

"He sure can," he replied as he looked over his shoulder at Grell one last time before we left. I thought I saw a flicker of pride in his eyes but I must have imagined it.

We raced through the house and exited through one of the windows on the other side, carefully avoiding the raging inferno of the battle. I could still hear Grell's taunts echoing against the walls in his high pitched voice. We landed on the ground floor and sprinted toward the forest. The trees hid our escaping figures, but we continued to watch our back anyway.

My head started to feel fuzzy, and I could tell Lottie was waking up. The fear and terror she experienced a moment ago was coming back in waves and my heart was pounding against my ribs. "Will, she's waking up." The forest ebbed and bended around Will's body and I could feel myself fading away. "I don't think I can make it."

"You have done more than enough Ada, " he said as he slowed down to match my stride. "I'm sorry it had to be like this."

Blackness started to enclose my vision. "Hey, it's better than being dead. And besides, that's what sister's are for right? To protect each other."

I felt the ground slip under my feet and Will's arms hoisted me up. I could feel Lottie struggling to awaken as I squirmed back into my little cave by the ocean, waiting until she needed me again.

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