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After Vincent and Rachel leave, I guide Ciel into the private sector that I occupy. I carry his luggage in my left hand while the right grips Ciel's. I am so preoccupied by Vincent's plea that I don't take any amount of pleasure that arises from our skin contacting. In fact, it makes me ill.

We finally reach my room, and I place his things against the wall. I unclasp our hands and recoil from him. He stands in the door way looking...lost. In my state, though, I can not entertain the idea of comforting Ciel. Instead, I sit on the edge of my bed, placing my head in my hands in a defeated manner. And I am defeated in a sense. Vincent's words made sure that I would never be able to recover from this blow. I am forever crippled as Ciel should be and probably is.

An interval of time elapses until I gather my courage to look at Ciel. The memories of yesterdays events seem frivolous, and yet, I yearn for that simple time. Where my biggest fear was turning my back on God and Ciel turning his on me.

I collect my thoughts before I address him, "Ciel, how long have you known?" From what I gather from Vincent, this must have been planned for days. His head snaps up and this is the first time that I have seen him so defenceless and weak.

"They told me a week ago," That is all he says to me. The expression on his face inflicts so much pain to my heart that I jolt up and embrace him. This is the second time I held him, but all I can focus on is him. Him and the heavy burden he is forced to lug around. He does not demonstrate any sign of discontentment, which reveals to me how broken he really is. I feel tears soak my robes, and I press his face closer to me.

A knock resounds in my room and instinctively push Ciel behind me. The door is not locked but the uninvited guest makes no attempt to open it. I search for any weapon that I can use; it's pointless though because the person speaks. The voice is familiar and I sigh in relief. I open the door for Tanaka.

"Tanaka, come in. Vincent...said you would be here soon," He promptly comes in, dropping the bags next to Ciel's. His face is grim until he sees a distraught Ciel. He reaches for him in the same way I had previously. "I am going to go check the front. Will you two be okay for now?" I need to be cautious now that I know everything. I would rather be here with Ciel, but his safety comes first before his emotional distress. Tanaka says yes and I walk out.

I stop and lean on the wall for support. At last, I let Ciel's father's farewell fully implant in my mind. His last words he would probably say to me.

"Sebastian, please... Please keep him safe. They are coming for him again. You need to hide him. Protect him. Erase him. I'm afraid that this might be the last time I will see him and you. My men informed me that they are planning an attack soon, and we can't risk Ciel being captured another time. Take this gun. Use it at any cost. Tanaka will bring you some more with money. He will also be here to offer protection for Ciel. I am trusting you, Sebastian. Don't let him out. Don't bring him home. Guard him with your life," he pauses. "Pray for our souls, Father."

That was his final request of me, and it caused me so much grief. His words told me that he accepted his fate. His impending death. The metal contraption that is tucked in my pants makes me tremble in fear. If there were a bad fellow at my door instead of Tanaka, I would have gotten myself killed and Ciel taken. I never held or used a gun before and I hoped that I will never have to. For Ciel, though, I would do what I must in order to save him.

I push off the wall and dart outside of my area and into the church itself. I scan the room, trying to confirm that no threat is present. There are few people in the house of worship, like it typically is on a Monday morning. They are all regulars and as calmly as I can fake, give a smile. All I want to do is close the church. Blockade anyone from entering but that would just cause suspicion, and we need to be discreet and normal. Since everyone is praying, I go to the very back to keep watch and to pray. I beg God to spare the tragic ending that Vincent and Rachel are prepared to receive. To give me the mentality to keep Ciel safe, no matter what the cost might entail. To never let these horrible demons get their claws on Ciel again.

By the time I finish my prayer, the place is vacant. I take this moment of solitude to take out the gun that resides in my clothes. It is a simple handgun. The information I have of this tool is scarce, but I do know that it is loaded and the safety is in place. Hopefully, it will never have to be moved.

The creak of the door alerts me of another presence. I rush in putting the gun underneath me. I do not recognize this person, and that puts me on edge. He is tall, with fair skin. He wears glasses and his hair seems slick. I watch him as he searches for something. He stops his movements when he spots me. My heart starts racing, and my non visible hand inches closer to the weapon that I had hidden. He strides over to me. I am now lightly perspiring.

"Are you the priest of this venue?" He is unusually stoic, and I am becoming more prudent by the second. There is nothing that should cause this distrust I feel, but is undeniably there in the pit of my stomach. I nod in replace of using my words for I am not sure if I can speak without incriminating myself. "My name is Will Spears. Mr and Mrs Phantomhive told me that I should come to you to help with Ciel's predicament. Do you know where he is?"

I have yet to stand up, and I am glad I didn't. My legs would have render me incapable of staying in an upright position anyways. My skepticism about this man was right. He was not hired by Vincent. Though I do not know the business side of him, Vincent would not trust his son's well-being to a cold person such as Spears. This person was the enemy looking for information on Ciel's whereabouts. I swallow my revulsion and terror, and say, "I am deeply sorry, sir, but I have not seen the Phantomhives since yesterday evening. If I may ask, what kind of predicament is Ciel in exactly?" I do not have to feign the concern in my voice. Will's facial features never change, impelling me to infer that he is just one of the many looking for Ciel. I am positive that this was not the first place they stopped by since they arrived.

"I am not at liberty to answer that. I must be going now. Thank you for your help," he turns to the exit. I am about to absolve the tension in my body until he whips back to face me. I hold my breath. "If you don't mind, may I take a look around." He does not wait for a reply. He moves row by row, closing in to the front. The door that leads to my rooms is now in his sights, and I know that I will have to make a move before he does. I pick up the gun, switching the safety off. Despite my shaking hand, I take aim. My finger hovers over the trigger, and though I try to keep my eyes open, they shut in unease. Lord, forgive me for my sin.

A tremendous bang makes my chest heave and eyes open. Mr. Spears is no longer standing. I tread out of the aisle, dragging my soiled soul closer to the fallen man. I am above him. His face is pressed in the ground.

"Put it away, Sebastian. It's okay," A hand lowers my arm. Tanaka moves over to Will and lifts him up. I move the safety back on and tuck it back into my pants. I lend my assistance to my dear friend as he drags the limp body to the empty seats.

"Thank you for sparing me from...you know," I gratefully say to him. We lay Spears down and move back.

"I didn't think they would start the search so abruptly. I am just glad that we can use the excuse that I hit him will opening the door, which effectively knocked him out," he smiles and I return it. Whatever the case may be, Tanaka put Will out of commission so I did not have to. I was going to ask him how he did it, but the door to the entrance opened. A blonde, young man with a carefree smile marched toward us.

"What happened to Will? Oh, my name is Ronald Knox, by the way." Though he looked innocent, he was a co-conspirator with Will.

I consider letting Tanaka talk, but I think that my status may lure Knox into believing our scenario. "I am afraid that my comrade here opened the door while Will was reaching for it. He must have hit his head," I act as if this is a pity but inside I am rejoicing.

Ronald takes the bait and grabs Will's body. "He can be so dense sometimes. I am sooo sorry for any trouble. I'll just take him now." He starts to carry Will out and I offer my help, but he denies. The more they think that I am just a kind priest, hopefully they will never come here again.