"You know my lord; I remember perfectly the first day we met. Yes, it all started on that day five years ago." He briefly explained their minimal encounters and how he had fallen for the Phantomhive family. Alette became more and more appalled at this man's desperation. "I've never been able to forget that pain. I, who gave up everything to meet you, was the only one who couldn't. 'Why is fate so bent on keeping us apart?' I wondered. And then, on that day, they were all gone." Ciel looked sardonic, absolutely irritated. "It was you who killed them wasn't it, my lord?" Ciel could still taste metal, the crimson splattered all over the walls. "How I envy them. A beautiful end, with the cold moon at their deathbeds. Please, make me one of them." He pleaded. Sebastian held a knife to Jokers throat, the cold metal kissing flesh, making scarlet bloom forth.
"Selima, go back to the Phantomhive estate." Whispered Alette.
"But, my lady-"
"Sebastian will protect me. This is an order. Assist the servants."
"Promise me, Sebastian." She whispered.
"I promise." He replied. Selima nods, then disappears into the night, running at an ungodly speed.
"Look! I've prepared everything just as it was then!" he extends his arms and welcomes death. "The ritual chambers, the lambs…And finally my lord, you!" And just as Ciel was about to pull the trigger, Alette tackled him.
"You fool! What If I had shot you?"
"Don't do this!" she yelled. "It's what he wants. And it's not healthy."
"Get off of me, Alette. "He commanded.
"I'm not your servant. I don't follow your orders." She growled, pinning him down.
"Sebastian!" he called, struggling. She leapt up, drawing a knife she always concealed. It was not a woman's world, after all.
"Nooo! Please, my lord! Please let it be you—oh!" He made a soft cry of pain as she plunged the knife into the soft squishy flesh of his stomach. Blood spread outward quickly as Kelvin clutched his stomach and fell forward. Ciel was shocked as well. He never knew she had murder in her.
"Father!" cried Joker. He rushed forward, evading Sebastian's knife and pulling out his own blade. Within seconds, s=he slashed at Alette, who only moved slightly. Blood sprayed everywhere as he cut into her chest. She stifled a scream, she would not give him the satisfaction. It stung, throbbed stabbed, it HURT. She collapsed to her knees, watching in almost slow motion as the blood seeped through her violet shirt' it had been one of her favorite casual clothing. She tried to dress up, but Ciel suggested she not, since they were dining with such vermin. Before Joker could proceed any further, his arm detached from his body, and burgundy stained his perfect white sleeve, pain extended up his arm, more so where his arm used to be. Sebastians' knife sliced it clean off.
"Stay out of my master's way please." He growled, irritated he may have broken his promise.
"It hurts, my lord. It's agony!" Ciel shuddered as the man crawled toward him. "Please! If you're going to kill me, at least do it by your hand! Give me the death they had!" He felt numb, despite the fact maybe his only friend in the world was bleeding out, he could not bring himself to go to her side.
"The death they had?" Sebastian rushed in, realizing how screwed he would be if this girl died, he began to put pressure on her would, causing her to groan in pain. Her vision was growing hazy. "Then you best prostrate yourself like the worm you are, and beg a demon."
"Please! Don't kill him!" screamed a desperate Joker, dragging his stumps across the floor. "Whatever else he may be, he's our savior! Abandoned by our parents, abandoned by the state…He saved us from the daily fear of starvation." Ciel frowned, having no sympathy. He couldn't help but wonder, though, what it was like to be saved by someone. He glanced at Alette and wondered if this girl had what it took to convince him to relinquish his revenge, and to let go of hatred. He'd never found out if she died here. For once, he would do the saving for her. "We have lots of brothers and sisters back at the warehouse who are still young! They can't live without him! So-"
"So that's why you kidnapped all those children? To save your own skins, you obeyed him and sacrificed others."
"That's right. England is a living hell for people born like us. We had nothing. No money for bread, no arms to shield our friends with. But father rescued us from the streets, gave us hands and feet to defend those we care about. That's why we decided to live. Even if another hell is waiting for us… I've known all along what we were doing was wrong. But I-."
"You aren't wrong." Asserted Ciel. "You fought to protect your world. What's wrong with that? In the end, justice is just, an official line taken by those in power to serve their own ends. No one's looking out for others. If you're carless, you'll be robbed. There are two types of people in this world. You are weak or you are mean. Those who steal and those who are stolen from. And today, I steal your futures. That's all this is." Joker fell over in a fit on hysterical laughter.
"Yeah, you're right."
"But guess what? You'll lose something precious tonight too." Ciel's heart almost stopped as he glanced toward Alette, who now lay in a puddle of her own vital fluids. "Not only is she dying, but the troupe is on her way to your mansion! How do you think we captured all those kids without getting caught? All the witnesses disappear."
Selima watched from the trees as the troupe approached on the horizon. Watching. It was in that moment, everything changed.