BEFORE I FORGET AGAIN PUPPET STRING WROTE THE SUGAR RUSH CHAPTER. And we've been using google drive so she's been writing these chapters with me.
Dinner that night was very awkward to say the least. Elizabeth sat pouting, occasionally casting a glare at Ciel or Jeanna, but avoiding eye contact with Sebastian and Nyx.
"So," Madame Red did her best to break the silence, "What did you do today, Jeanna? Nyx?"
Jeanna shuffled awkwardly.
"I ran away from Sebastian...I accidentally spilt some milk and I was afraid he'd be mad at me."
Madame Red laughed too loudly for the quiet room, her head tilted back.
"Spilt milk is nothing to fret over, dear! It's easy to clean up-especially off of a white carpet."
Ciel rolled his eye.
"Sebastian gave her the sugariest bloody cake in all of England and expected her to calm down."
Sebastian frowned.
"In my defense, you ordered me to give her cake. My Triple Dark Chocolate Truffle Berry Fairy Dustcake was available, and so thus I served it."
Jeanna nodded sheepishly.
"It was really good..."
Elizabeth growled quietly, and Jeanna shrank down in her chair.
'I really pissed her off...But I'm not a doll! She can't treat me like an inanimate object!'
Nyx cast a glare at Elizabeth. She was irritated to say the least. Nyx's hand was twitching and she really wanted to scratch her skin, first it concerned her then she realized. In the 1800 soda wasn't invented. Meaning she couldn't drink soda, equalling Caffeine withdrawal.
"Sebastian, is it possible for me to receive a green apple?" Nyx asked kindly, but since she was withdrawing it sounded sickly-sweet, as if she was planning to do some evil bidding with the innocent Green Apple she wanted.
Sebastian nodded, smirking. 'My cub is up to something. I can't wait to see!'
Jeanna cast a sideways glance at Nyx. 'What's up? Nyx hates fruit!...I think'
Nyx pointed at her twitching hand and mouthed 'caffeine'. An Apple had more caffine in it than a can of soda- it would calm her nerves. She just happen to only like the green sour ones.
Jeanna nodded, understanding.
'Why didn't Nyx ask for chocolate? It's caffeinated! Plus, it's really yummy. Does she get hyper like me? Or is hot chocolate hard to make?' Jeanna wondered, tilting her head.
Sebastian returned with the greenest of all apples and presented to Nyx explain what type and where it was from, though the words fell on deaf ears as Nyx began to become light headed. Nyx grabbed the apple and took a huge bite out of the caffeinated piece of fruit. She held back a moan and smiled kindly at the apple.
"Thank you, Sebastian."
Sebastian blinked in confusion at his cub's eagerness to eat the little green morsel, but still bowed and smiled.
"No trouble at all, my Lady."
Ciel yawned.
"Sebastian, bring in some tea." 'I want to see if these guests are even part English...If they are, they'll drink.'
Jeanna smiled. 'Tea! I just hope it's not a whole lot. Or that it's full of sugar and cream and maybe chocolate. Perhaps milk, too! Milk tea isn't half bad. Hey, does Nyx drink tea? Oh, I hope so! Almost all Englishmen drink tea right about now! If she asks for coffee, we're screwed- coffee is French. The English hate the French. Don't ask for coffee!'
Sebastian set a small, frail porcelain tea cup filled with a clear, amber colored liquid in front of Jeanna. It smelled sickly sweet, and a little bit musky like a forest in bloom.
"Thank you! Would you mind if I added some honey or sugar to-"
Ciel stood. "NO!" He coughed. "What I meant to say was that I don't think it's a good idea to add anything sugary to your tea, Jeanna. We don't want another cake epidemic."
Jeanna nodded. "Oh...Okay. Thanks anyway, for the tea!" She took a sip, and then only just managed to stop herself from gagging. The tea was so strong, and extremely hot!
Nyx cringed at the liquid. Never ever did she like tea, ever. She gave a mental sigh before trying. As soon as the flavor hit her mouth she nearly spit it back up. She set the cup on the saucer and pushed it away from her a tad, she wasn't even English only Irish German and Romanian.
Jeanna's eyes widened.
'No! Don't reject the tea-it's a test!'
She thought rapidly before blurting, "I'm sorry, Sebastian! Nyx can't drink anything too strong- she has allergies, and if she drinks the wrong kind of tea, they will act up really harshly. She will start coughing and sneezing, and occasionally it gets bad enough that she needs to go to bed!"
Ironically enough Nyx began to cough, and it sound like she was hacking up a lung.
"What is in *cough* Tea?!" Nyx could feel her air passage closing, she hoped that there wasn't any Jasmine in it, she was allergic to it.
Sebastian bowed.
"It's mint jasmine tea, my Lady. Finest in all of England."
Jeanna squeaked in alarm.
"Nyx can't have jasmine! Nyx, throw up! Rinse out your throat! We need something to prevent anaphylactic shock!" 'Why couldn't they have invented benadryl yet?'
"Get my *wheeze* Bag!" Nyx told Sebastian. she had her food allergie needle medicine in it. hopefully Jeanna would recognize it so she and stab the medicine in her leg.
Jeanna hopped up, beating Sebastian to the staircase. She darted up, into Nyx's guest room, and hastily opened the zipper.
'Money, clothes, shiny jewelry things,' She thought, digging, 'AHA! A SHARP POINTY NEEDLE AND A LITTLE PLASTIC BOTTLE THINGY! THIS HAS TO BE IT!'
She ran downstairs, clutching the needle and the bottle. She'd almost reached the bottom when she tripped over her shirt, tumbling the rest of the way down and the needle fell to the floor ,Sebastian picked her up by the back of the sweater, grabbing the bottle from her.
"You should not drop needles!" He told Jeanna scoldingly before removing the long, metal and glass syringe from the floor. "You might get measles!"
Jeanna was then dropped rather ungracefully onto the floor.
Sebastian wiped off the needle, jabbed it through the medicine's cap, and then stuck Nyx in the leg.
"Do you feel better, my Lady?"
"Mehhhhh. Jeanna, DON'T RUN WITH NEEDLES!" She yelled, then sat there trying to regain her breath.
Ciel frowned. His test didn't work- he hadn't heard of that rule, and by the time he'd learned it, it was too late. He had one guest with a needle in her leg panting heavily to regain her breath and the other scared half to death under his favorite reading chair. How did she move so fast and unnoticed was beyond him.
'Why can't these bloody girls play by MY rules while I learn theirs? It is not fair to introduce a new rule partway through! Allergies-Bah!'
"My Ladies, I'm terribly sorry about the tea. Lady Jeanna, please come out of the chair. It is late enough for all of us to turn in for the evening."
Jeanna whimpered, watching Nyx pant.
"Nyx? Are you okay?" She asked, ignoring Ciel.
"Yes, just almost dying from tea takes a bit out of yea, I will be going to my room now. Thank you for dinner Lord Phantomhive,Sebastian, goodnight and sweet dreams all." Nyx said moving from her chair and walking to her room. Slower than her usual pace, but fast enough for her taste.
Ciel was seething inside. He'd just been ignored by two guests, AND they'd made an unannounced rule change. One of them had just excused herself from his table without his blessing, and gone to a room in his house without his permission.
'What's wrong with that girl? Do they not have any manners where she came from? And why is Sebastian so distant since her arrival? It's like he's focusing on two of us-she and I!' Ciel felt a twinge of jealousy. 'He's supposed to be my servant-I am his only master, and I should be his only concern.' It almost felt like abandonment, but Ciel shoved the thought away. 'He can not abandon me. Not yet. I have something he wants...'
As Nyx walked up the steps something was linger in her mind, how was she recovering faster than she normally did? Madam Red said she could remove the stitches in the morning, and she just received them the night before.
"Why do I keep thinking off the series of incidents?" Nyx asked herself aloud as she walked the corridor. 'Could that be the reason as to why Jeanna and I came here during the accident? ' Nyx thought while she rubbed her neck, feeling the engraving there. 'I had forgotten about that! I am surprised Sebastian didn't ask or notice it...' The engraving was a tattoo she received when she was only thirteen, a tiny white flower that was slashed from its stem.
There were two reasons as to way she grew her hair: one for the mourning of her mother; the other to hide the mark. Nyx wanted to desperately forget the wrong she had done after her mother's passing- No; passing is saying she wanted to go. Her murder.
The next six months were a blur of red in her mind, how she regretted doing what she did. What confused her, though was the question: was it right of her to do what she did? Her friends said she was doing justice- not only to her mother, but countless other victims.
But wasn't what she did the thing that ultimately led to her own brother's death?
Nyx shook her head, trying to rid of the thoughts that plague her mind. Trying to forget the time when she was Vladimira, the Guillotine.