Was inspired by the guy who keeps just ugh! Sorry, but I decided to make it a bit more sweet then before. Please review!Also I think I'm going to put a 'special' chapter in between episodes, so that way I won't get bored! Enjoy my bleak chapter.
Chapter Eleven: His Maid, Broken
Some days Sasha Valentine was okay, she functioned and even genuinely laughed. But days like today, it was all she could do to get out of bed without collapsing to her knees and start crying. The same acidic tears all murdered angels cry. There were several small burns on her cheeks, they normally healed in a day or two, depending on how much she cried. She never told anyone why she got like that and everyone knew better then to ask for fear of causing her more pain or feeling the physical equivalent of it.
"Why does she cry like that?" Ciel stated rather then asked towards Sebastian.
"I believe its her trying to cope with her death." Sebastian poured tea into a small porcelain cup.
"But its been over two centuries." Ciel took a sip.
"When some one dies they're get transfixed into the state they were in right before their death. As in if someone dies peacefully they enter Heaven as a peaceful soul, if someone died as Sasha did they will enter Heaven as a restless soul." Sebastian explained.
"So she's stuck with one emotion?"
"No, she's been dead long enough to recover but, perhaps something is causing her to relapse into fits of the restless emotion."
"Sebastian." Ciel started.
"Master?" Sebastian smirked.
"This is an order, find and destroy what ever is causing these painful relapses for Sasha."
Sebastian kneeled, "Yes, my lord."
"Go on, now." Ciel waved him off.
"Master that is so kind of you to worry about her well being as if she was family." Sebastian teased.
"To point out a fact she is my family, but I'm only doing this so she'll stop leaving burn marks every where." Ciel indignantly crossed his arms.
Sasha had let the other three servants do her chores for today, so she went out to the garden and sat by the dead roses. She picked one of the dried up scraps of the former glorious white rose, and sighed. All these emotions welled up inside her heart, it made her unbeating heart want to burst. She tried to feel her heart as she started to close her hand on the dead rose.
"Miss Valentine?" Sasha turned to the voice.
"Sebastian, if you are going to insult me go ahead but while you're at it wrap me with a shroud of broken glass then bathe me in salt." Sasha blankly said.
"You really are poetic when you aren't normal." Sebastian commented.
"Are you just going to stand there, sit down you're being awkward." Sasha snapped.
"If you insist." Sebastian took a seat next to her.
"Why are you here?"
"To fix your-"
"Don't fix me, I'm not broken!" Sasha yelled at him.
"But you're heart is." Sebastian said knowingly.
"My heart is none of you're concern." Sasha coldy spoke. "It doesn't beat, my soul can't be taken demon. It's worthless to you and your kind."
"Is that what you believe?" Sebastian asked.
"It's obvious."
"Have you been thinking of him again."
Him, was the man who killed Sasha, she simply stated the less she used his name the better, and in fact she didn't ever want to say his name again. So her murderer became him. No description, just the little word. Him was the man who ended her life, him was the man who still had the same power over her some how. Sebastian's calm manner shifted for a second, he didn't supposed he liked her as a friend let alone anything more but when he imagined another demons fangs on her throat or anywhere he felt himself get tense. It was simply the master's order.
"Yes. This ring he gave me- the only thing he gave me found its way back to the place it was meant for." Sasha spit out the last three words.
"May I look at it?" Sebastian held out a hand.
Sasha sheltered her hand for a second then let it place its self into Sebastian's palm. He studied the ring, and furrowed his eyebrows in thought.
"When did you get this ring?" Sebastian asked.
"The shopping trip." Sasha gently pulled back her hand.
"And the depression started around that time, correct?"
Sasha nodded her head and looked down at the ring. It shimmered back as if it were taunting her. The ring was the cause of everything! All the relapses, everything! Sasha wasn't regressing, she was being cursed. Sebastian knew it wouldn't be easy to get her to give him the ring, but he had to get it somehow.
"Sasha, give me the ring." Sebastian stood.
"What?" Sasha pulled her hand back.
"Give me the ring." he repeated.
"No." Sasha clutched the demonic ring.
"I'm not going to ask again."
Sasha put her hand behind her back. Sebastian's eye brow twitched. He went to grab he arm but Sasha dodged and pushed him over the bench.
"You're going to have to do better then that for this ring."
"If I must." Sebastian wrapped his arms around her.
"What are you doing? Get off of me." Sasha struggled.
"Not until you give that cursed ring to me!" Sebastian shouted.
Sebastian grabbed Sasha into a strong embrace and looked down at her. Sasha started to cry and leaned into his chest. Lightly, Sebastian lifted Sasha's ringed hand and took off the diamond ring. Sasha gasped as the ring started to steam. Sebastian glared at it and squeezed his hand causing the entire thing to explode. Sasha looked at the black smoke that drifted to the ground and scorched the dirt.
"Thank you." Sasha looked at the smokey dark brown imprint on her finger.
"May I inform you of something?" Sebastian turned her head to the rose bush. "Pick one of the deadest flowers you can find."
Sasha went and did as he asked. The bud was shriveled and looked like it never had life in it in the first place. She turned back to Sebastian and showed him.
Sebastian's hands peeled off the first few layers of the bud until... "Now even like this rose, you may have suffered through bleak and harsh times, but on the inside you, like this rose, still are every bit as lovely as you were before."
Sasha stared at Sebastian who was now studying the rose intently. Why would he say that? Why did he come find her? It was just an order, she knew it. Just, why then did it seem like so much more? Sasha sat next to Sebastian and smiled at the clear sky.
Somewhere else...
His ears started screaming. His head snapped up, the ring was destroyed. He lost his hold on her. With a growl, he walked to his human attire and pulled out a picture of her. The face crumbled with the flames in his hands.
"Sasha, you will pay for your insolence." He growled pulled on the clothing and made a portal to the human world. "I will take your soul. You will suffer."
