I saw the young man sitting in the London hospital. He seemed too young to be in a hospital, yet I could sense that he was no ordinary boy.
As I wheeled past in my chair toward my room, he looked my way—with bright red eyes.
It was not long before he became a regular visitor to my part of the hospital. Sometimes he would leave a snack, always seeming to know my favorites: Goldfish, Cheetos, Pocky. Other times he would stay right outside and sit silently.
The boy didn't text or play games on a mobile device. He wore dark clothes, old clothes. Often in suits or formal clothes, he was a silent guard.
It was strange that I thought of him this way, and not as a stalker or a stranger. But instead he seemed peaceful to me, protective.
As I awakened after my procedure and went to the elevator, I found us locked in that small room together.
I turned to him, a question in my eyes.
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The girl was an easy mark.
Sebastian had told Ciel that this first deal should be an easy one.
A girl, dying of a chronic disease. Surely she'd do anything to be saved?
Or so he thought.
As Ciel offered her a chance at life, red eyes glinting in the fluorescence of the elevator, the girl locked gaze with him.
Those mesmerizing silver eyes.
"No thank you." She said, a tug of a smile at her lips.
"I assure you this is no joke." Ciel attempted. "This is your only ch—"
"I realize that." The girl, no, Kurisuta, countered. "I also know you are a demon who wants my soul. I'm a priestess. You are not the first vulture to circle the pure light."
Ciel bristled. "I beg your—"
"If your are going to attempt a deal with a human," Kuri pushed the hair of her wig to one side. "Ask first what they actually want."
Unaccustomed to being lectured by his prey, Ciel was struck speechless.
"Stay by my side." Kuri said. "Every day until I die. I seek nothing more than companionship."
"Then—" Ciel put out his hand.
"Oh, one more thing." The priestess smirked, those supple lips curving upward. "We must get married."