Chapter 14

I awoke from my dream covered in a sheen of sweat. I panted for a moment, before realizing where I was. I shook my head, before pressing my palms into my eyes. The details of my dreams were trickling away, like water through a sieve. I grimaced, trying to remember what had me so worked up.

All I could remember, was that I was playing music, on the piano, and a pair of red, slitted eyes. And there was something about darkest day... I couldn't remember anything more than that. I gave up, relaxing with my legs spread out in front of me. It wasn't a nightmare, I knew that much. I hoped that it wasn't a vision, but somehow I knew it was. I shivered, rubbing my forearms together. Sometimes, I hated this. I didn't want to know. When I didn't know the whole thing, or I tried to avoid it, I usually ended up causing it. Foreknowledge was not a good thing to have.

Tiredly, I stood up, my muscles screaming at me. I winced, supporting myself with one arm against my bed. Apparently, the vision had taken a toll on my body as well. I limped to the bathroom, where I promptly started to take a hot shower. I sighed, as the steaming water hit my body. My muscles instantly relaxed from their previous tense state.

When I finished, I stepped out of the shower, water dripping from my body to the floor. Ignoring it, I got dressed in a skirt that went to my knees and a plain, white shirt. I very rarely wore skirts- mainly because it showed off my prosthetic. I had always been self conscious about it, even if I pretended I wasn't. But, I've gotten used to it in the time I've spent here. That was another thing I was grateful to Ciel for.

Oh... crap. I remembered the incident with Ciel yesterday. Had he really been about to kiss me? A feeling grew in my chest, that I didn't recognize. I wasn't quite sure how to feel about that actually. I shouldn't- but... No. I stared at myself in the mirror, sternly. He's not even human, I told myself. Plus you don't even know if he likes you...

Putting that thought aside for now, I finished brushing my hair. I hesitated, as I started to put my hair back in its usual braid. I just... didn't feel like it today. So I left it down, the ends brushing my waist. Most of the time, I forgot how long my hair was, since it was up all the time. So whenever I put it down, I felt like I should donate it to cancer patients.

Walking back into my room, I checked the time. It was about six in the morning. But it didn't really matter, because I was the only person who really slept in the manor. I mean, Ciel did sleep- but he didn't really need it. He often went without it; that is, unless I fell asleep on him. My mind drifted back to the last time I had done that. Unconsciously, I blushed. Gah! No! I shook my head, as if trying to physically rid myself of those thoughts. It didn't really help, but it made me feel better. Sometimes I hate my brain...

I was too filled with energy to just be lazy like I usually do, so I walked out of my room. Almost immediately, a sharp pain hit me.

"Gah! I've been shot!" I said dramatically to thin air, clutching my lower stomach. It was that time of the month... Hurray for being a girl! Note the sarcasm. What I don't understand is why girls get all the crap? We bleed once a month, and get cramps, we have to get pregnant and give birth, but we're also considered lesser than men. Explain to me how this is fair? Exactly, case in point.

Struggling towards the bathroom down the hall, I quickly took two Advil and changed my underwear. The medication didn't affect me immediately, but I knew it would later. Sighing in contentment, I walked back into the hall. Abruptly, I was hit with the sudden craving for orange juice. See what being on a period does to you?

Overcome with my craving, I made my way to the kitchen, in hopes of finding some of the delicious drink. I opened the fridge, hopefully. Unfortunately, there was none there. Crushed, I turned around, to see Sebastian standing behind me. I perked up, maybe he knew where some was?

"Sebastian?" I asked hopefully. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Yes, Miss Thea?" He inquired, confused as to why I was in the kitchen, sneaking around.

"Do you have orange juice?" I asked hopefully. Sebastian appeared even more confused than before.

"No..." Sebastian said slowly. I deflated, forcing crocodile tears into my eyes.

"But I want orange juice! Can't you just use your super, awesome, demon powers to make me some?" I said, looking up at him with big eyes. Sebastian looked at me, even stranger than before. He already knew I was- at least partially- insane. Why did they even bother to question me anymore?

"The young master ordered me to never do anything like that," Sebastian answered smoothly after a moment.

"Bullshit." Sebastian raised an eyebrow at my language. He had finally just given up trying to correct my profanity. I swore like a sailor, and I won't apologize for it. It's not my fault these people are from Victorian England. "Come on," I wheedled, "Just this once. It'll be our little secret."

"No." I pouted at him, looking up at him through my eyelashes.

"Please?" I asked.

"I cannot disobey an order," Sebastian replied. I pouted, but I knew it to be true. I still wanted orange juice though... Wait. I can just make Ciel reverse the order! But... I deflated slightly. That required talking to him, I can't avoid him. Shit. Oh well, the things we do for cravings.

"Wait right here," I said urgently to Sebastian. He raised an eyebrow, looking at me, probably concerned about my mental state.

"Miss Thea..." I ran through the door before he could finish. I heard him sigh right before the door slammed shut. Running down the halls, I made my way to Ciel's study. I hesitated right outside it, before going right in as I usually did. Ciel raised an eyebrow at me.

"Yes?" He asked, slightly coldly. I deflated slightly, it seemed he still remembered last night. I brightened, even so.

"I really want orange juice, can you un-order Sebastian, so he can make me some?" I asked hopefully. Ciel's eye brow arched even higher.

"No..." He answered slowly. I pouted at him.

"Why not?" I asked, acting like a child.

"Because I- are you injured?" Ciel asked, alarmed, looking directly at me after a moment. His eyes swept over my form, looking for some kind of injury. His face portrayed confusion after a moment when he didn't see one.

"No..." I answered confusedly. What was he talking about? No, I wasn't injured in any way, shape, or form

"Then why do I smell blood?" Ciel asked, his eyebrows knitting together. My eyes widened, and I rolled my eyes at him. Could he not guess this? It's called being a girl!

"Guess, bitch," I deadpanned bluntly, crossing my arms across my chest. Ciel looked confused for a moment, before getting a look of shocked realization on his face. It looks like he mistakenly, overlooked that little detail of having a girl in the house.

"Oh!" He exclaimed, getting a slight blush on his face. He looked strangely adorable like that...

"Oh my God, you're blushing!" I laughed, pointing at his face. I had only seen him blush once before- if that. This was hilarious! He got flustered just like any other male did on this subject. Honestly, was it the same for every species? I'm beginning to think so. Ciel scowled at me, before clearing his throat.

"Anyway, I can't, you'll have to live without orange juice," Ciel stated boredly, lifting up his papers to hide his face. Sighing, I pulled his papers back down.

"Come on, it's just one exception," I begged. Ciel raised an eyebrow at me, before looking at me coldly.

"You do realize, that you can just have Sebastian make you orange juice, from actual oranges?" Ciel asked, raising an eyebrow at my stupidity. For a genius, I was rather stupid, actually. I may be book smart- but I certainly didn't have any common sense, what-so-ever. I had a dumbfounded expression on my face. Then, I straightened up, no longer leaning over Ciel's desk.

"I'm a flippin' moron," I stated, walking out of Ciel's study. Wow, Thea, great thinking. I'm so smart. When I got back to the kitchen Sebastian was still there with a smirk on his face, as if he knew exactly how that conversation had gone.

"You knew that you could just make it with oranges, but you didn't bother to tell me?" I asked, pouting. Sebastian's smirk widened.

"I was seeing how long it would take you," Sebastian commented dryly. I playfully glared at him, through narrowed eyes.

"Assholes. The whole lot of you," I grumbled, throwing up my arms in the air. Sebastian gave me a look, smirking at me. "Sebastian, will you please make me orange juice?" I asked, making my eyes super wide, and innocent. Sebastian's eyes softened a little, but only because I knew I looked like a cat when I did this.

In a few seconds flat, Sebastian was holding out a glass of fresh orange juice towards me. Grinning, I took it, and drained half of it in one, large gulp.

"So Sebastian," I said, swallowing, "How old are you, exactly?" I admit, I was curious. What wonders must he have seen... Sebastian seemed surprised by my interest. He tilted his head, as if pondering on it.

"I'm not entirely sure," Sebastian answered honestly, "I've lost count. Though, the first thing I remember seeing on Earth, was when the pyramids of Giza were being built. But that was when I was far along in my life." My eyes widened, he had seen the pyramids of Giza? When they were being built? That was amazing!

"What were they like, back then?" I asked eagerly, I loved Egypt. "Did they worship the Egyptian gods? What was it like?"

"Yes, they did worship the Egyptian deities. I had a rather pleasant experience there. I had stayed with the Pharaoh in his palace, and he entertained me. Though, some things did go awry, but I do believe they ended up naming a deity, after my name at the time," Sebastian mused. I tilted my head, I am obsessed with mythology, and knew my Egyptian mythology pretty well. I wonder who they could have named Sebastian after?

"What was your name?" I asked curiously.

"Set." My eyes widened, until they were saucers.

"What did you do to have them name Set after you?" I demanded. Set was an evil god in Egyptian mythology, the brother of Osiris. He trapped, and killed his brother, by trapping him in a sarcophagus. He also cut him into several pieces, so he couldn't be resurrected. But nonetheless, Osiris's wife, Isis, found all the parts of his body, and resurrected him, making him ruler of the underworld. Sebastian smirked, and I reconsidered my previous question. "You know what, never mind. I don't want to know." Sebastian nodded slightly, still smirking at me.

I continued talking to Sebastian, asking about his past. He seemed genuinely happy to have someone to tell stories to. He obviously didn't know anyone who cared. I was just curious, he had lived for so long. But I also found out that he had started the black death. I knew he was a demon, but still. Wow. I don't know whether to be impressed, or disgusted. Right now, I'm feeling a little bit of both.

Sebastian tilted his head, as if listening to someone far away. I sighed, that was his signal for Ciel is calling him, and he can't entertain me anymore. I was convinced that Ciel took Sebastian away, just so I was bored.

"The young master is calling me," Sebastian commented, before bowing slightly, and leaving the kitchen. Hopping down from the high stool, I put my cup in the sink. But as I turned away, my hand cut itself on a knife on the side of the sink.

"Ow!" I yelped, before holding my hand up to inspect the damage. It wasn't too bad, but it would need a bandage. I made my way steadily towards the bathroom. Stretching, so I was able to reach the top shelf, I finally reached a bandage. Quickly putting it on, I glanced at myself in the mirror on reflex, getting ready to leave. But I wasn't alone in the mirror.

Instead of my reflection in the bathroom, an unfamiliar place was reflected. I was in a dark manor- not Ciel's, but a different one, and the walls were dark navy. I was wearing a black, backless dress, and was facing someone in black, who's back was to the mirror. I couldn't see his face, but I had a feeling it was Claude. My reflection backed away, a terrified look on her- my- face. The figure moved forward with every step she- I- took. As she turned to run away, he caught her, and pulled her to him. She continued struggling against him, but then went still after a moment, fear prevalent in her eyes.

When the scene faded, it was replaced by myself- eyes wide, and my body trembling. But Claude was behind me in the reflected bathroom. Looking down at me, he caressed my face with one of his white, gloved hands.

"Soon, my dear," he murmured, his eyes flashing red. I flinched away, even though I couldn't feel it. Temper and fear getting the better of me, I raised both of my fists, and smashed the mirror. The glass fell to the floor, shattering, and most likely getting stuck in my skin. But I didn't care- I couldn't feel it. I was panting- with what emotion, exactly; I do not know.

I heard loud footsteps coming towards the bathroom, but I didn't move an inch. I just continued standing there, shaking, and staring at the place where the mirror once had been. The door to the bathroom, slammed open, and I heard Ciel coming towards me.

"Thea! What happened?" He demanded. He softened, after he saw the expression on my face. My strength finally giving out, I started to fall towards the floor. Ciel caught me, before I hit the ground, and held me, so I wasn't standing on any glass.

"It's alright, it'll be okay," he reassured unconvincingly. I started straight ahead. Will it?

I sat on the now clean counter, Ciel taking the shards of glass out of my leg. As it turns out, it was a lot. This is why I never wear skirts- something like this happens. I still didn't understand why Ciel didn't just make Sebastian do it, I guess he just wanted to make sure I was okay. I stared blankly at the wall, still trying to process what had happened. Ciel glanced up at me.

"What happened?" He asked softly. Even with his soft tone, I could tell that he would pressure me, if he had to. I took a shuddering breath, before letting it out in one gasp of air.

"I was in the bathroom to get a band aid, because I cut myself on a knife," I explained, my voice no longer trembling. Ciel nodded at me, as if telling me to continue. "But when I looked in the mirror, it was different. I wasn't here, I was in this house. I was facing someone, and I had a scared expression on my face. I tried to run, but they caught me. But then it faded, and then I saw myself, here, and Claude was behind me." Ciel took a shard out rather harshly, when he heard that. I winced, and his expression softened. "He then touched my cheek," I continued, "And said some shit about 'soon, my dear'. I don't know what that means."

"I wish I could tell you that you were hallucinating, but we both know that isn't quite true," Ciel said, after a moment's pause. I smirked slightly at him, but it disappeared, as he pulled out another glass shard.

"Probably wasn't the smartest thing to smash the mirror," I said ruefully, rubbing my palms together. Ciel smirked up at me.

"No, not particularly," he replied. A comfortable silence passed for a moment, before a thought hit me.

"But that's not all," I said, my voice cracking, once more, "Last night, I had a dream which had something about me playing piano, and red eyes. I can't remember anything else, but I'm positive that it was a vision." Ciel had a concentrated look on his face.

"All done," Ciel announced. He helped me off the counter, pulling me close to him in order to do so. I was suddenly struck with the thought, of what almost happened yesterday. I could tell he was too, because he distanced himself a little from me. For some reason, a disappointed feeling grew inside of me at the motion.

"You should rest for the rest of the day," Ciel said, once we were out in the hall.

"Okay," I answered, avoiding his eyes. I made my way towards my room, but I didn't feel safe alone. However, I thought to myself, safe is a relative word for me. I lived in a house full of demons, who I considered 'safe'. But I'm in danger from an 'unsafe' demon. Ironic, no?

But, either way, I didn't want to be alone, and I couldn't spend time with Ciel, because I didn't want to make things worse. So I found Alois, and spent the rest of my day with him in the main room. I liked him, but I missed Ciel. I loved watching Doctor Who with him, and annoying him, and just spending time with him. Woah, don't go there! I tried, unsuccessfully, to shake off these feelings, and attempted to ignore them for the rest of the day.

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Hi guys! Hoped you like the chapter! Also, again, may not make sense. But I have an excuse, I'm waterfalling! Boo... Screw being a girl. Being a girl sucks. Anyway, more action next chapter (I already started it!) I've gone back and edited a couple chapters, but just to add some punctuation and such; nothing major. There was something I needed to tell you guys... but I can't remember what it was... Anywho, onto reviews!

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