Sorry that this chapter is a little short but it was important that i get this in soon! I hope it will help you understand better about Sebastians past and why Sebby and Ciel have the same mark! Please enjoy!
CHAPTER XIX
Sebastian's Memory
It was around two years ago that I was visited by a cloaked being. I had been sleeping in my comfy bed when the window flew open and the Thing entered. Jolting out of bed, I backed up against my bedroom door. The Thing came closer and closer until soon enough I was able to smell its disgusting breathe.
"You shall do," it said in a raspy voice that reminded me of a piece of silverware being stuck in the garbage disposal. I looked at it, searching for its eyes, unable to locate them. The Thing grabbed my left hand and started to trace something on it with its incredibly long nail.
At first I didn't think too much of it, but soon after it had started, my hand began to sting and soon was shooting pain up my arm and to the rest of my body. I screamed out in pain and looked at my hand to see blood everywhere. Trying to take my arm back was no good. The Thing only dug its nail in deeper and deeper until I swear the whole thing was through my hand.
I looked at the Thing to see an evil grin set upon its face. It let go of my arm and I collapsed to the ground clutching my hand close to my chest. The Thing began to exit the window but I stopped it.
"W-what was that for?" I screeched. The Thing turned back around and it slowly walked back over towards me. It squatted down and laughed.
"I was hired by someone to place that mark on your left hand. Check. But you reminded me that I need to give you the instructions as well!" he paused as if he was searching his memories, "Ah, yes. Find a child that has the same mark as you do, once you find that child, never leave its side. If you do not do this within three years, you shall fall into the deepest part of Hell," at saying this, a giant hole opened up next to the Thing and began to suck all of my belongings into the ground.
I peeked in the hole to see Demons in various shapes and sizes crawling towards the surface, moaning and yelling. Suddenly, the hole disappeared. I crawled as far away from where it had been as possible. Had that been Hell?
"Just a little preview," the Thing said.
"But why me? Are you a Demon? Who hired you?" as I asked these questions, the Thing played with its nails.
"You, because you seem fitting. Yes I am a Demon. And I was hired by a father whose soul I shall be claiming soon. He wants to make sure his child is protected forever, even after him and his wife are dead. He mentioned something about a fire and his mansion but I wasn't paying much attention," I stared at the Th… Demon, and it stared back.
After a while, I simply laugh and stood up, making my way back to my bed. I started mumbling something about nightmares and got under the covers. The Demon only shrugged and left.
I woke up without much thought. Making my way to my kitchen, I switched on the TV and thought about what I would eat before I made my way to my boring job as an assistant in a floral shop. The TV buzzed a little but was soon focused on the news.
I heard something about a fire in England that burnt down a famous manufacturers mansion, but still did not think of it much. It was only when I was pouring my cereal that I noticed something on my hand. Staring at it, I made out a very very faint shape. I gasped as how it was the exact same mark that I had in my dream.
"W-what is this, it couldn't have possibly been real! Could it?" I ran towards the bathroom and threw up what was left of last night's meal. What was I going to do? What could I do?
I ran to my desk and grabbed a pen and paper and then began writing down everything I could remember that the Demon told me. Looking at it, I saw that the first thing I needed to do was get a teaching job. If I had to be finding a child, wouldn't it be easier if I was always surrounded by children?
But where would I go, the child could be anywhere in the world! I had originally gotten a teachers degree but ended up working at a floral shop instead. I would just send my resume out everywhere and start at whichever school picked me first.
In the other room, I missed the news announcement about the burning Phantomhive manor and the single survivor who was being taken to an orphanage. Then, in two days, when my TV broke down, I would miss the news of that same survivor being kidnapped.
In a month, while I sat in front of the principle of New London High School, I missed the news of the survivor being found and taken to a hospital along with another child they had found. If I had just paid more attention to the news, I wouldn't have had to waste three years of my life in a high school with obnoxious children.