Chapter 11
He hated his life. To say he wanted to burn every single person inside the Institution was an undestatement. He wanted them to burn on a fucking stake, he wanted to to skin them inch by inch, he wanted to hear the screams eminating from their burned lungs, he wanted to see them suffer, he wanted to see them on their knees and begging for his mercy and most of all, he wanted them dead. The burning anger was always bubbling over the surface and it always got him into trouble. He couldn't help it. He just wanted them dead. All that had happened to him were their faults. If it weren't for them, he would still have a family to go home to, a sister he could tease mercilessly and he would lead a normal life like any other Alice.
But then came her.
Mikan Sakura.
He remembered going down to sneak to the kitchen for something and then accidentally losing his way because of the darkness. He couldn't use his power or else he would definitely be caught. There was a sensor among them, a girl by the rumors, and unfortunately, that sensor wasn't on their side. He had taken a wrong turn then and that's what it happened. That's when he saw her. The first time he saw her, it was her being in a man's arms, probably one of the guards. She had the mark or tears on her face and she was frowning in her sleep. She shifted a lot while she was being held and he knew that they had drugged her to keep her from fighting against them. What had they done to her family? Did they tortured her parent like they did to his? Did they make them scream and forced her to listen to it? She looked fragile, like a spun glass that was just waiting to be broken. It was...sad and pitiful. But neither emotion was useful or helpful and he turned his back and moved on.
It was a while before he saw her again. In fact, it was about half a year before anyone ever saw her again. When he saw her, he knew she had changed.
He was in a class (apparently the Institution thought it was funny to teach them the basics of math and science while teaching them how to kill someone effectively) and just like every other time, he ignored the 'teacher' in front and just played with his nail or sleep. This time, before he could fall asleep like every time he did when the math teacher open his stinking mouth, the whole class heard a knock. The door opened and a man, probably another one of those damned bastards, walked in with a tiny child trailing after him. He lifted his head and he saw what he always knew he would see.
She had circles under her eyes, her eyes were red with either tears or lack of sleep, her skin was at best ghostly and her entire body was shivering. His eyebrows lowered at the pathetic scene. A naive person would think that she was cold but the Institution was never cold. It was always kept warm. Her body couldn't have shivered from the temperature and his heart betrayed him by breaking at the pitiful sight in front of him. He knew those shivers and it definitely wasn't the light when he saw a marks of injuries littered on her arm. He also knew that she didn't get the bruise on her cheek from falling down. He knew what they had done but as always, pity gets you no where. So once again, he turned his back against her.
The next time he saw her, a month had passed and he was in the 'play room' with Ruka while Imai was working over one of her assignments. They had just gone over some intensief 'exercise' and was trying to lose the tremor on their whole body. Then she walked in, her hands folded in front of her, and sat on the floor.
She just sat there, her eyes glued to the floor. He forced himself not to run over and check her body for every single injury she might have had and closed his eyes. Ruka looked at her curiously while Imai kept on doing her work. There were nobody else in the room yet it felt like there were hundreds of eyes staring at them, just waiting for someone to break the ice. But the three were known for not getting involved with the other kids so they just waited in silence for somebody to say something.
"Can I join you?"
Her voice, so small, so hopeful, so fragile spoke out. He suppressed the cry of relief that threatened to burst from his throat and said in the most bored voice he could muster, "Do whatever you like."
He didn't see it but he could practically feel her smile from where he was sitting on the floor.
From then, the girl never left. She stuck to their group, going to them for everything, from asking question about something she didn't understand to telling them about all her daily activities (which wasn't all that much different from theirs) and to telling them about what happened. About how her family was secluded, how one night when she was scared and wanted to go to her parents, her maid was killed in front of her eyes and she was taken away from everything she knew in the dead of night. The next thing she knew was waking up in a white, white room.
He woke up to the smell of hospital; all medicine like and the smell of decay. He forced his eyes to open and through the blurriness, he could see the make out of a person, blond hair who was leaning towards him, his mouth opening and closing. He could make out the sentences but he knew the tone; soft and completely childish.
Before he could call out, he felt his throat tingling. Then, all of a sudden, his throat was burning. If felt like there were sands rolling around in his throat while being roasted at the same time. "Wa..ter..."
He felt someone lift his head up and felt something being pressed onto his lips. Cool liquid slowly trolled down his throat and it felt like a godsend. He tried to make it faster though, he tried to grab for the glass that holds his rescue but the voice interrupted him. Why? His throat was still burning even though it was slowly cooling but then the voice reprimanded. He must have given what seemed to be like a nod and the voice calmed down again to its soft tone while the figure slowly worked back to keeping the glass there on his lips, keeping the liquid from burning his throat.
Finally, after what felt like forever, the burning stopped and the glass was slowly lifted from his lips. His head was gently put down again and he sighed. "Thanks, Ruka."
"You're welcome, Natsume."
He heard the sound of the chair scraping against the floor, being dragged nearer and nearer to him until it stopped. He knew Ruka must be sitting by his bedside right now, as always. Usually, he would be accompanied by Mikan. Mikan...
"I heard you got a mission outside."
It wasn't exactly a question so he didn't answer it.
"What were you trying to do Natsume? You should have known that if you tried to take off from your Guardian, you'd be struck down dead in a second. You're being reckless again, Natsume and it's not helping anybody right now."
He kept his mouth shut and opened his eyes. Ruka was looking at him with those eyes; disappointed but understanding. He didn't like the look. He never did. It made him feel like he was some sort of child who was being scolded-yet-not by his mother. It never felt right.
He turned his eyes away from him and stared out the window. He could see that it was dark and it was raining though he couldn't hear it. He kept staring out the window, not really feeling like adding to whatever Ruka had said. He wasn't in the mood for it. As he stared out the window, he heard Ruka sighed yet there were no sounds of the chair scraping against the floor. After a few minutes, Ruka sighed again but this time it didn't even put a dent in his thoughts because as he stared out the window, he wondered if Mikan was seeing the same thing as he was.
Mikan gasped as she woke up.
Her eyes ran across her room, frantically searching for any traces of white, any traces of being locked up in her room again. When she didn't find any, she breathed in. Instantly, her head was filled with a rush of blood and she slumped back onto the bed. Her eyes were wide open and it stared openly at the ceiling in her room. It wasn't fascinating but it was the best view in the room.
"Miss Mikan, the Young Master is requesting your presence for breakfast. Are you ready?" said Sebastian from the other side of the door. A jolt of electricity ran across her brain but it was quickly gone as soon as it came. She frowned. What was that?
"Miss Mikan, did you hear what I had just mentioned of?"
She quickly stumbled out of her thoughts and said, "Yes! Tell him I'll be right there!"
"Very well." Then she heard the sound of footsteps slowly walking away.
She let out a sigh and stared out the window as the rain poured down. Now was not not the time to ponder on the behavior of her thoughts. Sebastian's promised scones were waiting for her.
Ciel stared out the window. It was raining heavily and the sky was as dark as it could be. He hated rains. He hated the way the water from the sky smashed itself against the ground. He hated that he couldn't go out because of it. He hated the wetness that came with it whenever he tried to go out. He even hated thinking about it. What was so nice about it anyway? The scientist or the researchers could say whatever they want about how nice it is but he didn't buy it. Rains were dreadful and that was likely never to change no matter what those science people spouted.
"Hey Ciel. Sorry for waiting for me."
Ciel pulled his eyes away from the sight in front of him and onto the girl who was taking her usual seat. Ciel narrowed her eyes at her. The girl he had fallen in love with? Was Souma taking opium when said that? He couldn't smell it. He must have been eating something weird then. How could he be in love with the crazy girl in front of him who was happy to see a scone? How could he fall in love when the girl was probably the most uncute, unstable, unmannerly unlikable, uncute, uneducated, un everything! He could not have fallen in love. Besides, those stupid girls kept saying when you're in love, your heart beats faster and all that nonsense. His heart never beats faster when she was around him. Well, there was that day when she came into his room-No! That did not count! He was a gentleman and she was a lady (as absurd as that sounded in his head). For her to be so close to him either proved that she was an idiot or she was unmannerly. Both traits he or any other person his status would not find in a suitable wife.
Yes, he was not a in love with her.
Ciel took a peak at the happy look she had as she was eating a scone. He felt something on his chest, a tight feeling but his heart wasn't jumping like mad.
Yes, he was not in love with her.
Sebastian sighed as he slowly lay his body on the lumpy think human called beds. Miss Mikan was a bundle of energy for the day, unusually so today but it didn't matter to him. Humans were fickle creatures yet so..animalisitic. It was fascinating considering that the humans claimed the were the best race they were. It was absurd yet also laughable. He had seen many race in his life, normal and not, and the humans were certainly not the best. In fact, with their disgusting emotions and stupid conscious, they were the lowest of the low. It doesn't matter. Thinking about such things never brought good feeling in his heart or the headache in his head.
Lately, he had been smelling a strange scent. A sweet scent yet there was a layer of decay underneath it. There were also layers and layers of guilt and hatred. All the characteristic of the smell of kaylu, a flower that can only be found by in deepest layer of Hell. It was a flower of sin and damnation and the scent lasted for a long time though it is not strong. But that was impossible. The flower dies in the presence of human and the only people that could have even smelled the slightest of it had to have been near proximity of it in the last one hundred years. To his knowledge, not many ventured to that part of Hell and only less even came close to the flower's residence because the flower, though small and weak, was volatile when it comes with contact with touch. Only one person in his existence had ever actually loved the flower and can actually touch it without immediate death. Could-
No.
That person died a few hundred years ago. There was no way that person could have lived. He was there when that person died. It couldn't have been possible. The way that person died should have ensured even the strongest demon would not survive, let along a low ranking demon such as that person. It was impossible. But then, why would he be smelling it now? Even since that person died, he had stayed away from the kaylu field, never to come near them again out of principle. So what? What had changed?
He had started smelling them in the time when Miss Azure showed up. It was faint but it was there. But she was a human, albeit in a body that was not hers but it was impossible to even imagine a mere, pathetic human venturing into Hell and even more to reach the kaylu field. So what was it? What was making him crazy with the scent?!
His fangs fully tore from his gum and his claws unsheathed itself. His chest was furiously moving up and down, so taken by his anger. He swiped the thing called pillow and also the bed. When the anger didn't fade, he growled. He wanted to kill someone, he wanted to maim, he wanted to hurt. His eyes shifted towards the door. The humans were asleep. Could he kill them?
A warm feeling emanated at his hands and he growled again, this time louder than before. Pathetic. He was bound by a bothersome contract and orders from the human. At that thought, his anger grew tenfold. He stepped away from the door and to the window. He snapped the window open and smashed away the steels that tried to keep him in here. Still, mangling that device was still not enough. This feeling...this anger...he hated it. He spend hundred of years taming it so why, by a mere pitiful scent that might not even be the damnable flower's scent, could affect him so much? He hates this. He hates everything about this.
He took off to the woods, jumping from branches to branches, uncaring if he broke any of them. He ran through the woods, his legs running as fast it could. He could hear an unusual rustling of the trees but his mind couldn't register it. He was too angry, too mad, too caught up in his thoughts. He needed to run. He needed to let all of this anger, at very least drained from him, so that he could attend to the outing he and that pathetic little human along with the girl was going to tomorrow.
As he ran, his nose picked up that scent again. Only this time it was more potent with his nose enhanced from the semi-transformation. He didn't want to follow the scent, that sweet, delightful smell but he couldn't help it. He had missed it...
He ran towards the scent. It wasn't very far away. He arrived there in less than a few seconds and arrived at a spot of the forest empty of trees. The girl, that pathetic girl was floating in the air with her eyes closed, her hands on her laps and her legs folded underneath her. She looked to be awake from the small movements of her lips. Was she meditating? It doesn't matter. The scent was potent at this moment. It was the only thing his mind could pick up. He let his foot stepped onto the ground and walked slowly to the girl. As he got closer, the smell became more overwhelming. It was threatening to snare all of his senses. He had to control himself from attacking the girl. He had to be careful. It was like a cat with a mouse. The cat has to be careful otherwise its prey would be gone in a second. This was a chase.
And he was loving it.
"Come here, human."
The human snapped it's eyes open and the human slowly lowered itself onto the ground. The human stood tall, its hands curling at it's side and the demon narrowed at the darkness in those eyes and stand. He didn't like it. It felt like it was mocking him, like it was challenging him. It didn't suit the human and it was making the playful feeling inside him gone. He wanted to swipe that look off its face, that cold look that was looking at him like he was a monster. Like he was in the wrong. He growled loudly now. His foot stepped onto the ground and he was gone. To the human, it must have been a blur but not for him.
He tackled the human to the ground, like a cat that pounded on its prey and trapped it underneath it to play. The human didn't even bat an eyelash. It just took it on stride. It felt like it was mocking him again. He tightened the hands caging the human's. Blood seeped through the wounds that he claw makes and feeling of possessiveness clawed at his chest. He sniffed the blood and slowly licked it. It tasted sweet, tangy and...scared.
He growled, the sound rumbling his chest. "You? Why are you scared?" His voice, so deep, so tainted, so dark. He loved it.
The human didn't answer. He can't have that. His hands tightened, almost painfully now to the human from the slight wince the human gave out. He grinned. He wanted more of that pain. More of it.
"Tell me, human or I will definitely kill you."
The human still didn't answer. He could smell the fear radiating from it's pores yet the human held its ground. It was keeping its mouth shut. Fear or not, he loved seeing it. It showed just how pathetically stupid the humans are. He wanted more of them.
He slowly brought the bleeding hands to his face and with a glance to the human's face, he sank in his fangs. The human underneath writhed and struggled but he kept his legs down on the human's and gave a warning growl. The human didn't stop and he sank his fangs even deeper. He felt something cut his back and knew the human must have used its power to try and stop him. How foolish. He was powerful tonight for the first time in a long while. His powers had been trapped for a long time from its full potential. To him, the cut at his back was the equivalent to a paper cut. It was just making him angrier and more annoyed. He sank his teeth a bit deeper and finally blood flowed into his mouth. He drank it slowly, savoring every taste of it. It tasted rich, exotic, and sinful. There were a lot of taste mixed in the blood and though that would raise a few suspicion, he didn't care. He wanted more of it andhHe was careful not to let even a drop of it slipped from his lips.
He took more deep gulps, still savoring the taste. He hadn't taste blood in years, only souls and for this to be the first in a while, it was certainly tempting to drink it all but he steeled himself against it. He still held some common sense. This human, her blood sang to him. He wanted more of it and for a long time. He knew he had to keep the human alive. He had to keep it bonded to him so that other demons would know that it was taken. Some would question his motive but he cared less for their opinion than his pitiful duties. His mind was made up.
He took his fangs out, an odd sense of longing of wanting to sink his fangs in its hands again but he kept himself in control and stared at the dazed look in the humans eyes. Sometime when he was drinking, the human had stop rebelling. He let his body straightened though he kept his hands caging the human's. His back ached, the human must have done more than scratching while he was drinking but with the blood and the help of his power, it was nothing. What was more important was making the human his. No one could have her. No one.
He let his powers channeled to his hands. He freed one of them and brought it to his lips. He tore a vein from his wrist and watched as his deep black blood flow. He pressed the opened vein to the human's lips. The human, still somewhat aware of what's happening, tried to keep its mouth closed but he was stronger. He growled and forced his wrist to the human.
"No...I don't...want...it..."
He chuckled. He brought face close to the humans till they were close enough to kiss. "Shush, don't worry, human. You're mine now. And I won't let anything happen to you. Nobody else can have you. Don't worry, my sweet. I'll be keeping you all to myself and no one will touch what is mine. Do you understand?"
The human mumbled its reply.
The anger sparked again. His eyebrows went down and sent a binding spell to the human's hands before letting them go. He pressed his hand to the human's cheek and clutched at it. The human tried to resist but her mouth opened a bit. The blood from his wrist flowed into the humans mouth and when he was sure the human had a mouthful of it, he closed the mouth and pinched nose. It wouldn't do for the human to spit it out.
The human, though defiance, was weak and to his pleasure, swallowed the blood. His smiled, the first one since his anger spiked some time ago. There was some left over from the cheeks of the human and he licked away. He licked the other cheek as the human started falling asleep from the blood. He grinned. What a cute human he has now.
He let the binding spell go and listened as the the human's heartbeat slowed down to steady beats. When he was sure the human was down for the count, he lifted himself from it and brought it to his chest. He held the human close to chest. The feeling of possessiveness was back and it was stronger. He lifted his hands to the human's shirt and lifted it till the back was exposed. He could see the outline of the marking. It would take a few hours for the mark to complete.
He lifted his eyes to the sky and saw that they still about six hours before dawn would come. He would wait with his little human till then. While he waited, he studied his human on every inch of its skin. The skin, unknown to human, was filled with scars. He angered at the thought of another human hurting what was his. They had no right. The human was his, not theirs. How dare they marred its skin with ugly scars. He would come for them one day and kill them all.
But, because of this, his little human would be strong. His little human wouldn't break as easily as the others. Maybe, she would even be strong enough to handle the change. Maybe, if he didn't kill her yet, he would change her to become a demon and possibly keep her powers. Yes, that was a great plan. Yes, he would change the human when the time comes for it. And they would live eternally away from the human society, a society that she would then be above than.
His thoughts went deep into this plan, hence he almost didn't notice the human stirring.
"Sebas...tian...what...did you...do...My back...feels...like...it's...on fire..."
Sebastian? Ah yes, the name the human called him. He didn't like the name, even less on her lips. "Shush...it's alright. You'll be mine and nothing of mine will suffer pain."
He held the girl with one hand and let the other creep onto her back. He let his powers soothed the pain of being marked and was glad to see the human falling asleep again. He grinned to himself as he tugged the girl tighter to his chest. He lifted the both of them off the filthy ground and walked back to the mansion. He tucked in his fangs and claws for other times and grinned.
Yes. This human was his and they would have to kill him before they get to her.
Wow...I sort of didn't see that coming when I wrote this...But here you go. This is the last update till 26/11 when my final exams would end. Ugh...Biology and Calculus is destined to kill me. Thank you for reviews and I hope you guys really enjoyed this just as much as I did.
XOXO
Me.
