Chapter 14

DISCLAIMER: just in case anyone didn't already know… I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS FROM KUROSHITSUJI THAT CAN, DO, AND WILL APPEAR.

Fallen God

-About One Year Ago-

"Mum! Mum! Please wake up! Mum!" tears rolled down the girl's eyes. I looked on without compassion.

In the dark, damp alley no one could care less about a poor crying girl. She had no social standing and therefore was uncared for. In the underbelly of England murders and thefts of the poor and destitute go unnoticed. I found it to be a suitable life for someone like me.

"Why did you do this?! We have no money! Why did you kill her?!" the girl screamed at me. I believe her name was Abigail. Her mother loved her very dearly and thought only of her. Pity, she wouldn't be joining her mum in the afterlife by my hands.

I turned away and began walking farther into the disgusting alleyway when Abigail grabbed onto my leg. I turned and looked at her, irritated.

"Why?! You bastard! Do you like killing people?!" her eyes were filled with fury.

"If you don't let go I'll have to kill you too. It would be a shame, you have quite the pretty face." I said. She loosened her grip slightly but then tightened it again.

"Sheesh! Beggars are always a bother!" I said, slightly bored. I kicked her face. She let go instinctively and held her hand up to her eye. It was badly injured from my blow.

"Serves you right. Here," I tossed some coins at her, "go see a doctor to take care of that. Remember it was me who paid for it." I turned away.

"Tell me your name you cheeky bastard, so I can know who I need to kill in the future!" she screamed.

"Fine, although you won't be killing anyone. The name is James Greenbelt, although I doubt you'll believe it." I left her there.

She would probably end up becoming a prostitute like her mother in a year or so. She'd be fifteen then. Maybe I could check up on her once and awhile, feed off her. After all, bad memories always taste the best.

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Three months had passed since I killed Abigail's mother. I began to grow hungry again. I sat in a small cafe somewhere in France. I was looking for a good prey, someone who wouldn't be noticed if they went missing.

Yes! That's the one! I thought to myself. A man of about twenty five had exited a building. He looked down on his luck, as if he'd been fired. I probed his mind and found my suspicions had been correct. He was moving to his hometown in England in a few days after losing his job.

I followed him around for the next day, observing who he met, where he went, how he got along with others, and occasionally stealing a peek into his mind.

It was nearly dark when I decided to approach him.

"Excuse me, may I have a moment?" I smiled charmingly. He looked wary.

"What?" he answered.

"I saw you this morning, and I just couldn't get you out of my head. I was wondering if it would be alright if I took you to dinner?" I had already discovered he was homosexual. It was to my advantage, especially because he was in need of a lover.

He eyed me suspiciously, "Why me?"

"One doesn't choose who they fall in love with." He blushed slightly. Damn, this was easy.

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"S…stop!" he panted.

"No way." I mumbled and continued pushing myself deeper into him.

He grabbed around my neck tightly. His dark hair was sticking to his face and his body was coated in sweat and other bodily fluids.

"You're going too… fast! Slow down James!" he moaned. I continued to pound into him. It had been a long time since I had enjoyed fucking someone. Maybe I preferred men?

"Damn… I… I'm coming already!" he squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back. The white liquid covered our bodies.

"Are… you almost done?" he asked me.

"Yeah. Hang… on…!" I said in-between thrusts. I moaned as I came inside of him.

Removing myself from his body, I sat on the hotel bed beside him.

"James, come here…" he patted the pillow beside his head.

"Mm… maybe in a minute." I relaxed my head on my hand. He sat next to me on the bed.

"That was awesome." he kissed my neck behind my ear. It tickled.

"Stop…" I said but not really meaning it. I rolled my head to one side, leaving a large space for him to plant his tickling kisses.

"This is making me horny again…" he whispered against my skin. It made me remember what I had originally meant to do.

Pulling his arms off of me I stood up.

"Where are you going? Bathroom's the other way." I put on my pants. He grew slightly worried.

"James?"

"Sorry, but what was your name again?" I smiled innocently at him. His eyes watered slightly and feelings of hurt flooded his mind. I relished in them.

"But… but you said you loved me!" he accused.

"Tsk. Words are words, nothing more." I slid my shirt on as he covered himself with a sheet.

"So you were lying! Why did you do this anyway?!" his eyes grew wet with tears.

"Oh really darling, there's no need to cry. You should just be happy I did this instead of what I did to my last companion! Now I really must be going, it was nice feeding off you!" I slipped on my shoes and walked out of the room feeling satisfied. I exited the building and checked the wallet I had stolen from him.

"Mr. Rupert Smith. Hum, maybe I should have left him some money…" he didn't have much of it though.

It was wise of me to not tell him my surname. He seemed to be the clingy type and would have looked for me. I don't blame him. My new, more mature body was amazing. The desperate people of this world needed physical relationships to survive, and this body knew exactly how to lure them into my trap.

It was strange to have grown from a baby into an adult male in less than a six months. It hurt like hades for the two months of agony when I was maturing, but after it was over I felt much better. My mind and body finally fit together.

"Please sir, anything would be much appreciated." a woman begged. She seemed to be from the orphanage that was behind her.

"Here." I flung the change from Rupert's wallet into the basket she was holding.

"Thank you sir! God bless." she smiled. I doubt God would bless someone like me, I chuckled at the thought and continued strutting down the road.

Suddenly someone grabbed my arm.

"Huh? Who are you?" I asked but then I saw who grabbed me. He was obviously rich, maybe I could get some money out of him.

"Oh, I beg your pardon. I thought you were a beggar who was trying to rob me. Is there any way I can help you sir?" I bowed slightly. His face seemed familiar, but I couldn't place it.

"James." His voice struck deep to my core. As soon as I recognized him his grip on my wrist tightened. I struggled against it but he was much stronger than I.

"Let me go! Help! Hel-!" he covered my mouth forcefully and pushed me into his carriage.

"James, be quiet! I don't want to have hurt you!" he spoke.

"Now then," he said as I relaxed into his grip, "you must come back home to England before you do any more reckless things. I've been looking for you for so long, but I never thought you would be this matured in such a short amount of time. It took me a year an a half to look eighteen." he continued to babble on about useless things. I had no idea how he found me. He had never seen me, and I had never seen him except faintly in my mother's memories during her final moments. How did he know it was me?

"Sir, I don't know who you are…" I bluffed. His eyes darkened.

"You know damn well who I am!" he practically shouted. He raised his hand to hit me and I winced. I didn't receive a blow. I opened one eye and saw his head in his hands.

"It was incredibly difficult to hide the murder of your mother and my wife. You owe me." he said simply.

"Yes father."

"Don't call me that!" he snapped. I nodded in understanding.

"Good. Call me Sir Greenbelt." he relaxed back into his seat.

Sir Greenbelt. Sir Greenbelt. Sir Greenbelt. Sir Gre…

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I woke up in the dark room. How many months had it been since I returned home? Seven? Eight? I had lost count. Without the guide of the sun I had no way to tell the time or day. Not that it mattered.

I could usually tell if it was night because Sir Greenbelt would come to my room.

Sir Greenbelt. Sir Greenbelt. Sir Greenbelt.

I sat up.

"Ow…" a sharp pain was felt throughout my lower back and hips.

"He was rough last night. I wonder if something happened…" I scratched my head and looked around my small room. A table and chair were in the middle of the room, a basin and towel farther back, and my bed to the left. Everything was somewhat old or worn except the bed. He kept it tidy, probably because it's the only thing he uses in the room.

I stood up, not bothering to put clothes on yet. I walked over to the half-broken mirror and stared at my reflection.

Sunken eyes, long hair, jutting ribs. I was used to seeing it all.

Before you were handsome, now look at you. I thought sadly.

I walked over to the basin and cleaned myself. It was a relief that Sir Greenbelt refilled the water whenever he visited the room.

My stomach let out a disturbing noise, one that I was gradually getting used to. Hunger had become my friend.

"Hello, mum." I looked at the small picture of my mother that hung on a wall. Sir Greenbelt had given it to me so I can "never forget" how I killed that smiling face.

Sir Greenbelt. Sir Greenbelt. Sir Greenbelt.

Slipping on some clothes, I heard a faint noise from outside the room.

Is it night again already?

"Click" the door unlocked. I felt an aura that was completely different from Sir Greenbelt's. I went as quietly as I could to the darkest part of the room.

A tall, toned figure entered the space. He had dark hair and commanding eyes. He wore, what I assumed to be, a butler's outfit. The white of his gloves contrasted with the dark of the room and the rest of his costume, making them seem even brighter.

He looked around a bit, making sure no one was in the room. He turned to leave and then I came out from my hiding.

I'm not sure what you would call a fated meeting, maybe it's where you meet the person of your dreams or where you have your wishes granted, but for me it was where my life was changed forever.

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-Current Time-

James's POV

I awoke with a start. When had I fallen asleep? It hadn't been for long apparently because the sun was still shining through the curtains. Finny stood by the door, somewhat on edge. My whole body ached and hurt from Sebastian's beating.

At least it made me feel real.

"Finnian? That was your name right?" I asked the servant. He looked somewhat startled.

"Yes. Why?"

"I figured it is always nice to know the name of one whom you are with, don't you agree?" I smiled wearily. He nodded curtly and looked back out of the window.

Ah, seems I won't be talking much with him. I sighed.

Suddenly loud noises came from outside in the manor.

"What's that?" I asked aloud.

"How should I know?!" Finnian exclaimed. He opened the door and stepped out of the room, then shut it.

Some sort of luck. Now I can go to the window without him here… I sat up, trying not to take note of my aching body.

"Out of the way! Let me through!" someone yelled. It seemed to be getting closer, better get a move on things, James.

I opened the curtains and the window. A cold winter breeze blew in, making me shiver.

"Let me see that bastard!" the voice said. Damn, I have to hurry this up.

I refused to acknowledge the pain in my body. I slowly stood on the window pane.

Goodbye, father. I relaxed my body forward and I was falling and falling and…

Not falling?

My eyes opened wide and the sudden feeling of air being knocked out from my lungs.

"Bastard! You're not gettin' away that easy! 'Ya 'ere!" it was that voice from earlier. I turned my head around to see the owner of it and saw…

Abigail?

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Sebastian's POV

Lizzy was by Ciel's side and so I had no reason to be watching over him like a hawk. Nothing bad would happen if Miss Elizabeth were looking after him.

I walked around the manor, making sure it was still in working condition. It seems that when under pressure the servants could actually create some good results.

I heard the a knocking at the door and went to see who it was. Mey-Rin got there before I did and answered it politely.

I couldn't overhear the conversation but Mey-Rin's face grew confused and guarded. She shook her head, obviously denying the visitor entry. She was then pushed roughly to the side and a woman ran in. Before I could hold her back she sprinted past me. I went after her.

"Lemme see that bloody cunt, I swear I'll kill 'em!" the woman said. Even though she wore a fine dress and had a lady-like appearance, she talked rather roughly.

"Ma'am! Please stop!" I yelled after her. She paid no heed to my words but continued to run. Somehow I couldn't catch up to her.

Just as I was about to ask the woman to stop again, Bard stepped in front of her.

"Out of the way! Let me through!" she pushed past him. He looked on in shock as she ran past, with me following behind.

Thankfully, moving around Bard had slowed her down and I could almost catch up. One of her hands was close enough for me to grab. I reached out and held her small hand firmly.

"Let me see that damn bastard!" she yelled as she shook free of my grasp.

She ran down the corridor to the room James was staying in. Finnan stood outside, dumbfounded.

"Stop her you bloody idiot!" I cursed him as he did nothing to halt her. She shoved him to the side and threw open the door.

I ran to the doorway just in time to see her grabbing James around the waist, holding him back from the open window.

"Bastard! You're not gettin' away that easy! 'Ya 'ere!" she yelled at him. His eyes opened forcefully at the feeling of strong arms pushing the air out of his lungs.

"Miss! Please put Mr. Greenbelt down!" I yelled, although it was rewarding to see the discomfort and pain on James's face.

"Aha! So I was right! This 'ere is Mister Greenbelt! Took me long enough ta find ya!" she spat at him angrily. Throwing him down on the floor heavily, she turned to face me.

"My name's Abigail. Abigail Redton. I've come to kill this piece of shit."

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James's POV

"That damn woman… haven't seen her for years…" I mumbled to myself as I was checked by the physician.

"You should be healed in a day or so. It's amazing! Not even a week ago you were practically dead!" the doctor said merrily. He wasn't aware of the reason for why I was beaten, nor who had caused Ciel the trauma that led him into shock, and apparently couldn't put two and two together.

"Thanks doc." I laid down on the bed. Even though my cuts were almost completely turned to scars, bruises still hurt.

"Is everything alright?" Mey-Rin entered the room with a tray of tea and cake. She wasn't addressing me, but talking to the doctor. It wasn't surprising. Who would respect someone who did such a horrible thing to someone they cared for.

She and the doctor eventually left the room. I relaxed in the bed. The feeling of Ciel's lips on mine still lingered and I hated it. I despised the feeling because it felt so wrong, so disgusting. It made me wish I had never met him.

I covered my face with my hands. Why did I do it? Why can't I just die already?! I was so close, so close to her, my mother.

No, I'd be in Hell and she'd be in heaven. I thought drearily.

Don't forget Abigail I reminded myself. Ah yes, that girl from a year ago. I've no idea how she found me, but why didn't she just let me die? Isn't that what she wanted? And how'd she turn out to look like a proper young lady when she lived as a beggar? Most of all, why do I care?!

I slammed my fist into the wall just as Finnian entered the room.

"It won't help to hit a building, you know." he said, obviously bored with his chore of looking after me.

"Then tell me what will? Hitting a person?" I was frustrated with everything.

"You already hurt Master Ciel and it didn't seem to help." he retorted, somewhat angrily.

I sighed, "I know. Don't keep shoving it in my face."

"Well what else do you want me to do?! Forget about it?!" he yelled at me.

"Why can't you just throw me out?" I paused and an uncomfortable silence grew.

"I can't," Finny said softly, "Master Ciel says we can't throw you out until he sees you, and until Miss Redton or you explains what is going on."

"If it's Abigail you want to know about there isn't much to tell. A year or so back I met her after… well after her mum died. It's in the past, I'm not who I was." I explained.

"Well, we still have to wait until Sebastian let's Master Ciel see you. Right now they're arguing about it." he sighed and slumped down into his chair.

I relaxed into the bed. No use in staying awake, might as well store some sleep. After all, I sensed some sleepless nights ahead.

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Sebastian's POV

Finny was standing in front of me, steaming.

"Why do we have to keep him?!" he pouted.

I sighed, "We went over this already! Master Ciel said we must, that is all." I turned and left. Finny went off in the direction of James's room.

What are you thinking Ciel?! I clenched my fists in anger at his rather stupid command. How is keeping a monster like that in the same house as the one he assaulted a good thing?! At least Finny was there in case James acted up.

I sighed again, Now we also have that Abigail Redton to handle. I would love to put her and James in a room for ten minutes to see if she'd kill him for me.

"Oh, Sebastian! Ciel wishes to see you. It was lovely seeing Ciel, thank you." Lizzy smiled politely and exited with Mey-Rin at her side.

"Thank you for visiting, I know Lord Phantomhive was pleased." I bowed slightly as she left.

As I walked to Ciel's room I remembered to contain myself.

I knocked on the door twice and then let myself in.

"Hm? Oh yes, Sebastian. I'm glad you came. Just a minute." He turned back to the doctor who was checking his heartbeat. Ciel's nightgown was removed so that his chest was exposed. Only his waist and below were covered.

Contain yourself Sebastian. I took a deep breath.

"Everything seems to be just fine! You're as healthy as a horse Lord Phantomhive. Keep at it!" the rotund physician waddled out of the room after giving a toothy grin to Ceil. He shut the door behind and it took every ounce of willpower I had to not test out Ciel's endurance then and there.

"Sebastian, come here." he said, reclining back onto the headboard.

I sat next to him on the bed facing away from him, trying my best to not rip the covers off of his body and make love to him.

"You don't have to be so formal," he laughed slightly, "no one's around…" he moved closer to me.

Damn this was difficult, and he was just making it harder.

"Ciel, you shouldn't encourage me so." I said lightly.

"Why?" he wrapped his arms around my neck from behind and nuzzled into my neck. I gulped, why is it so incredibly difficult to hold back when he is involved?!

"Because I might get the wrong idea and think you want to do… that sort of thing…" why was I getting all bashful for?! Maybe it's because Ciel is making the first move?

"What if I want to do 'that sort of thing'?" he said into my neck.

"You shouldn't," I said, my breaths coming unsteadily.

"Why not?! The doctor said I'm perfectly fine. I could probably use some exercise anyway." he smirked.

I was about to give in, about to turn around and enjoy every piece of Ciel, when I heard a knock at the door.

"Damn." he and I both whispered at the same time.

"Who is it?" he demanded.

"A letter came for Mr. Greenbelt. Should I give it to him before reading it?" Mey-Rin said.

"Sure. Why do I care?" Ciel settled back into his previous position of his head in the crook of my neck, his chest pressed to my back, and his kneeling legs spread apart so his hips were pushed closer to mine.

"Oh, and if you could please let the other servants know not to disturb me for a while. That means don't even come near the room." he ordered.

"Yes sir!" Mey-Rin said cheerfully.

"Good." he said quietly, just so I could hear. I gulped. I shouldn't do this with him, not so soon after the incident.

"Master, are you sure it's alright. It's only been a few days since James…" I argued. He frowned slightly.

"No need to bring that up. It'll ruin the mood I worked so hard to create."

"I really don't think I should." I protested.

"Sebastian, I am asking you. Please, hold me." he whispered gently.

Damn, how do you know just what'll get to me?

The fact that I don't want the fangirls to murder me still stands. Just wait for next chapter, I promise I left the sex scene for you all.

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