David Belmont was a bright boy. He always got along with everyone, relatives, neighbours, classmates, and teachers alike. Rather, that's what most people thought. No one ever fought with him. It wasn't as though he was especially agreeable or anything, but rather, it was due to the fact that he was born with a very special power. He could make anyone do anything that he told them to.

It was so natural to him, that he wasn't even aware that he was abnormal for a good portion of his life. He told someone to do something and they did it. It was straightforward, to him. There was no sleight of hand, not tricks, no technique to it, or anything. He had no idea. As he got older, he wasn't sure as to why his mother and father didn't like spending time with him. It was as though they ran away from him, at times, so he told them to stop that and pay attention to him and they did. He didn't know why his mother was crying. Nothing he could think of made any sense to him. All he knew was that he didn't like it. Thus, he told her not to, unwittingly robbing her of the ability to express the distress that she felt.

He didn't want her to feel that way. She could never tell him, or else he would rid her of her very emotions. David wanted someone who would give him all of their attention. Effectively, he wanted a doll, but he wasn't old enough to realise that. In fact, he never really seemed to. When he was eleven years old, he decided to do something about it.

"I want a little brother." he said to his parents, believing himself to have found the solution to his problem. "Make me one."

He never did understand the horrific ordeal he had unleashed at that command. He didn't know how badly he traumatised his parents. At that age, he couldn't begin to even imagine the physical and emotional pain that he had caused. Even as he got older and learned what he had effectively done, he still granted no sympathy. They shouldn't have been so upset. They were married, for Pete's sake. That's what married people do in the first place. The pain that he unintentionally inflicted meant nothing to him. Having one horrible, evil, child was bad enough, but on top of that, he forced them to have what they both feared to be another. They didn't want a second child. They didn't even want the one they already had. David's parents were never intimate again.

Then, when the baby was born, things reached a critical tipping point. David had asked for a brother, but what he got instead was a sister. He didn't know until his mother came home and it was revealed to him.

Wrinkling his nose in disgust, he clenched his fists and shouted: "I don't want a sister! I want a brother!"

As he threw his tantrum, Missus Belmont watched him carefully. She ground her teeth and frowned deeply. Her eyebrow furrowing and her eyes clouding over. After all of that- all of that suffering she endured again and again to conceive this child because of one of his selfish whims, he had the gall to scream and kick about how he wanted a brother instead?! Worse still, he could very well give the command for her to go through it all over again until she got it "right". No more. No more of this monster's bratty wishes. No more of her being unable to cry. No more biting her tongue and walking on eggshells around him. No more!

"SHUT UP!" she screamed, clutching the sides of her head. David's complaining stopped as he stared at her with wide eyes. She had never spoken to him like this before.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Just shut up!" The baby was crying now in her father's arms, but Missus Belmont continued.

"Don't tell me to-" David tried to shout back at her, but she cut him off.

"No! You listen to me! I'm tired of taking care of you! Who could ever love a monster like you?! I hate you! I've always hated you! No more! Just shut up! Shut up!" the woman wailed while covering her ears. "You should have never been born!"

Those words would have cut any child deeply. So deep, that the wound may never heal. This was the first time that the idea that his parents didn't love him even entered David's thoughts. Where was this coming from? His mother always seemed so happy. How could she be so happy, treat him so well, and do everything he wants, and then turn around and scream at him that she despises him so? Worse, that she thought he was a monster and wishes that he wasn't even alive? It was the first time that David felt threatened by one of his parents. It was the first time that either of them had raised their voice at him. For the first time, he was genuinely afraid of someone.

Nervously, he clutched at his sweater with his small hands and did his best to speak with a steady voice. He couldn't. It was too shaky from him trying to hold back tears. "Mummy, I-"

"Quiet! Be quiet! I don't want to hear you anymore!" she yelled both over him and the sound of the baby crying.

Frightened, her husband tried to console her. He was frightened both for her wellness and for what David might make them do. "Belinda, please..."

"No more!"

"Lin, no!"

It was too late. Frantic for a way out, she grabbed a pair of knitting needles and held one in both hands. She never wanted to hear her son's voice ever again. Ever since he learned to speak, all her life had been was suffering. No more. She wanted no more of it! In a swift motion, she jammed both needles into her ears as far as she could muster. It hurt, but at long last, she was able to cry freely. Even as blood trickled down her neck, she was happy. She could see her son's lips moving, but she could not hear him. At long last, she was free of him. As she looked into his desperate, frightened eyes, a smile formed on her face. Finally.

She was taken to the hospital and treated, but her hearing never came back. She refused any sort of hearing aid. She didn't go home for a long time. The doctors thought she was mad. No one would ever believe what she had been through. No one would understand. Her diagnosis was slow to come as a result. It didn't hurt her feelings any, however. She was away from David and that was all that mattered to her.

In the meantime, her husband was left alone to take care of their two children. David had decided that he wanted to keep his sister, so she was there to stay. His father had no choice. Granted, he did begin to grow rather fond of the girl. He was terrified of her developing an ability similar to David's and prayed each and every day that she never would. When she began talking, he was able to let out a sigh of relief. She was "normal", or so he thought. He had no idea of what was to come, but he was pleased that he was not under the control of two children.

Mister Belmont did everything in his power to keep her away from his son, however. He was never allowed to play with her alone and her door had massive locks on them so he couldn't get inside her room. David didn't like that. He didn't like that one bit. His father had a hard time keeping her away because David would simply order the man to let him see her. To his astonishment, however, his sister could not be told what to do.

Her hearing was perfectly fine. She could understand every word. She just couldn't be ordered around. Her father instructed her to never listen to what "that boy" said and she didn't. That made David angry. It also made him want to try harder. He would try to reach her with his words and every time, she ignored him. Even if it wasn't a direct order and was another form of manipulation or trickery, she would disregard what he said as lies. David always lies. He cannot be trusted. She knew. Her father and her mother told her and tried their hardest to keep her safe. When they told her to trust him, she had to disregard that as a lie, too. That was David talking through them. Her parents would never actually say that.

David hated that. His parents spent so much time with her, talking to her and keeping her away from him. Unlike him, his sister was loved by their parents. It wasn't a lie like it was with him, either. They genuinely loved her, but they hated him.

He would just have to be more clever to get their attention. He could still get his sister's, if he tried, but he was running out of ideas. Before he knew it, he was twenty-one years old and going to university. King's College in London. Time eluded him, so now his sister was eleven years old and had no significant bond with him. There was only fear as she refused to be around him. He actually refused to live in a dorm so that he could maintain his proximity.

It was a dark time for David. His studies had started to get away from him as he did his best to pursue life to the fullest. He chose to hang out with friends and party instead. He even got himself a girlfriend, but that didn't last. One day, she just dropped everything and left without a trace. Maybe she went to a different school, or maybe she didn't, but David would never know. It all started when she similarly broke down, just like his mother did. He was able to tell her to stop and he thought that was the end of it, but he never saw her again. Her dorm room was completely empty. Naturally, he was devastated and in need of companionship.

No one would see him, though. His friends dwindled as time went on and by this point, he was left with no one. His family was even worse. Mister Belmont was desperate to stay at work for as long as possible when he came home and Missus Belmont only smirked at her son when he tried to speak to her. That left the man's sister, who locked herself in her room as soon as she came home. He had to get her out, somehow.

It was obvious to everyone around him, except to the man himself, that he had a bit of an unhealthy obsession with his sister. She was his rival for affection in their household. She was one of the only people he knew who could resist his powers. She was a challenge. Yet, at the same time, he wanted her attention as well. Surely, if it weren't for their parents, she wouldn't try to stay away from him. They might actually be good friends, or so he thought. It was his belief that if he could just talk to him, she would stop trying to run away.

David thought about this often. He thought of ways he might actually pull it off. At this time in his life, desperate for any form of attention and praise, he was going to have to put one of those plans into action.

It was easy for him to track down the girl's friends. All he had to do was ask around. Before long, he knew how to come into contact with them and where. Then, all he needed was one of their cellphones. That was all. Once he had that, he was surprised how quickly his sister came to him. All he needed was one of her friend's cell phones and to tell her to come meet him somewhere, and she did. It was so simple.

When she arrived at the park, she expected to see her friend and her friend's mother there to pick her up so they could go see a movie. Instead, she saw no one, and assumed she was early. It was a logical assumption to make. So, she waited for them, even though it was cold and snow covered the ground around her. She was well bundled up in her heavy coat, hat, and a pair of thick gloves, so she could stand to wait a few minutes. Hell, even her long, dark brown hair acted as a make-shift scarf, so she was fine. After a while, though, she began to worry.

Taking off one of her gloves, she checked her phone to see if her fried had texted her. Nothing. After a while, however, she heard the sound of crunching snow behind her and turned around with a bright smile on her face. One can only imagine her horror when she looked up and saw David towering over her with a grin. This was the one who broke her parents. He was the reason why they shuffled through life, just barely hanging on for her sake and her sake alone, it seemed. He was the reason why she didn't feel safe in her own home. She lived in fear because of him and now he was here. The fact that he had somehow gotten to her friends made her heart and stomach sink, but the realization that she was here alone with him followed soon after.

"Hey," he greeted. "Ready to go to the movies?"

"Wh-why?" was all the poor girl could say in response. Raising his brows, he seemed surprised by that, but it didn't last long.

"'Why' what? Why do I want to go to the movies with my little sister?" he asked innocently. "I never get to spend time with you! Is it so wrong to want to hang out?"

Yes, it was. At least to her it was. That's why without another word, she turned and ran as fast as she could. It was hard due to the snow, but she wasn't going to stop for anything. The poor girl's heart felt like it might explode in her chest and the cold air felt like knives stabbing at the inside of her lungs. It was cold enough that no one thought to come to the park that day, so no one saw her. No one could help her, even if the sight was distressing enough to make any sensible person call the police.

"Get away from me!" she screamed, but her brother was closing in on her.

"I just want to talk!" the man protested, but she knew that was a lie. Her brother did not "talk" like normal people. He just wanted something from her. She didn't know what and she didn't want to find out. She knew how he hurt people and didn't want to be next. The girl had tried so hard and done so well at avoiding him thus far. In mere moments, however, all of that was going to be ruined as David tackled her to the ground, his weight knocking the wind out of her and keeping her pinned.

"Stupid! Little! Bitch!" he growled between clenched teeth as his sibling struggled against him. "Just stay still!"

"No!" the other shrieked while desperately trying to get away. She could see David raising his fist in an effort to shut her up, but felt powerless to do anything about it. Reaching up, she put her hands on his shoulders and shoved as hard as she could. "Go away!"

David's blow did not land as he was instead thrust into the air by some unseen force. His eyes struggled to focus on anything. He could only see flashes of white snow, grey skies, and the occasional glimpse of the treeline before landing on his head. At the time, he hadn't realised that he was bleeding. His mind was too scrambled from hitting a rock. It cut his forehead open and stained the snow around him red. He could see his sister stand up, horrified as to what she had done.

The girl's eyes were wide as she tried to wrap her thoughts around this. She knew that her brother had some kind of power, but nothing had ever manifested in herself before. This was all entirely new and it was all happening so fast. Her fear only grew as she made eye contact with the man on the ground. There was a fleeting moment where the gravity of the situation was acknowledged by the two of them at once. Both of them knew that whatever the girl did next would alter the way that they understood each other. Their very relationship with one another hung in the balance, but what could she do? She was an eleven-year-old girl with no understanding of what this thing she had just done was or why she could do it. She was scared both of herself and of her brother. Yet, she feared one more than the other.

She looked to her left and saw no one. She looked to her right and saw the same. Then, she looked down at David again and saw him looking back at her expectantly. In that moment, she followed her instincts and trusted herself more than she felt bad for David. She turned and ran away.

David watched her as she left with wide eyes. He couldn't believe what she had just done. Bruised and concussed, the man tried to stand up and run after her, but his sense of balance was nonexistent.

"Constance!" he called out, desperate to not be left alone. "Constance! Come back here!"

Now dizzy from yelling, his head swooned and forced him back down into the snow with a grunt. The man's vision was blurring and he was all alone. No one in his family would come for him. Even his sister, who he had hopes for, had rejected him and left him for dead. Officially, there was no one in his household who wanted him to be alive, now. There was no one left who cared about David or even saw him as family. He was only a monster to the Belmonts and nothing more.

When he awoke next, he was in the hospital. A good Samaritan happened upon him and phoned an ambulance on his behalf, he was told. No one ever came for him after that, though. They tried to get in contact with someone who would take him home, but there was no one who would. The staff tried and hoped, but all hope for David was gone. It was all gone. His family did not love him as they should.

Eventually, he got out of the hospital and he gave up on that idea. He had no use for them anyway. They couldn't understand him. They were too stupid and primitive to. These so-called "ordinary" humans were obsolete, so it became time for the psychics to take their place as the dominant form of man. This way, no further misunderstanding of this would ever happen again.

That did leave his sister in a rather peculiar position, however. She was psychic as well, so she rightfully had a place in this new world. That is why he needed to capture her and change her way of thinking. That is why he needed to test her powers and push them to their limits. She needed to be strong. After all, she was going to be one of the women to birth the next generation of psychics. The stronger Constance was, the stronger the result would be.

Yet, she still denied him. She denied the Belmont organisation. She denied her supposed "destiny". Now, at that moment, she stood in front of him, head held high, opposing everything he is, will be, and has created. She wasn't going to back down either. She thanked the rain for allowing her to blame her shaking on the cold.

"Constance..." David began, holding out his arms. "You came back..."

"Fuck you." Constance was a bright girl, but wasn't one for wit and snark during trying times. So, she simply summed up her feelings in two words.

"That's not very nice..."

"'Nice?!' You want 'nice?!'" scoffed the girl. "You kill our parents and torture me and expect 'nice?!' You can go fuck yourself, mate! In fact, just kill yourself. Jump off the ledge over there! That's the nicest thing you can ever do for anybody!"

"I wouldn't talk to me like that if I were you..." David warned, taking a step closer. In an instant, Constance wanted to back down. She took a step back before reaffirming herself.

"You're not me, though! And I'm not some toy for you to play with. I don't exist for you."

"You only exist because of me!"

"Yeah. Thanks for that. I live in hell ever goddamn day because of you. What a wonderful life you've given me!"

"You don't mean that. Would you rather not exist?" the man questioned, furrowing his brow. "Would you rather I never wanted you?"

"Oh, no! Not existing?! What a nightmare! I can't give a shit if I don't exist, can I? And mum and dad wouldn't be as broken as they were. You killed them way before I was even born!"

"This is childish. You'll thank me once this is over." That was not something to say to an angry fourteen-year-old. Of all of the things David could have said, this was perhaps the worst that could also have been easily avoided with a little thought. Yet, he was convinced that the way he was doing things was the right way. He could not be convinced otherwise. At the same time, however, the same could be said about Constance.

"You'll be dead when this is over, so yeah..." Constance replied, finally cocking a bit of a smile, "I will thank you."

"You..." the man snarled, trying to think of some clever retort. There was nothing he could say, however. Nothing would sway Constance and he knew it. He could see her opposing him again, which peeved him in the first place, but this time, it was in a direct fashion. Here she was, standing right in his path and not backing down. There was no running away this time. There was no hiding behind locked doors and barriers. Constance opposed him as a direct obstacle, inserting herself as the main antagonist of his own, personal narrative, and that angered him.

David could handle her when she was weak and frail. He could handle her if she was still submissive and afraid. Once she stopped being afraid, however, that posed a problem to him. He could no longer try to control her, which was one of the goals that he had in fact dedicated a rather significant chunk of his life toward. Now, she was another uppity woman who wouldn't let him push her buttons. His mother wouldn't. His girlfriend didn't. Now there was Constance. How dare she?

"You will know your place!" roared David as he advanced. He was fast. Too fast for Constance to really react too. He ran at her, trying to come at her from the side, rather than the front in order to avoid her psychic wave. Just as she held up a hand, he was gone, only to reappear again when he grabbed her wrists. In an effort to keep her from pushing him away, he held her close to his own body while holding her hands behind her back, away from him. There was no way for her to push him off of her. She couldn't reach him. He won.

There was nothing anyone could do. Even though Ciel had just crawled up from his ledge and was back on his feet, if he attacked now, he could very well hurt the girl. That was the last thing that he wanted.

"Let her go, David!" shouted the Watchdog. "She's not the one you want! Come after me!"

That certainly was tempting. David turned to the side to face the Phantomhive for a moment while he considered it. In his heart, he wanted Constance, but his body wanted more of Ciel's power. It was a struggle between two fixations and he had to seriously think about which one he craved more. All the while, his sister struggled against him. She twisted her wrists in an effort to free them, but it did her no good. They were still pointing the wrong way.

Suddenly, however, she just stopped. She stopped fighting. She stopped struggling. No, that wasn't quite it. There was still the willpower to persist in her. It was strong. It was fiery. It was more out of control than David's, now. It was just that her options laid open to her. It was obvious. She knew what she needed to do. She knew what could end this. She had only one shot at it, but if she succeeded, this whole tragedy of the Belmont family would finally be over and everyone else could go back to their own lives. Freedom was within everyone's reach and Constance, and Constance alone could make it happen for everyone in one fell swoop. Finally, she wasn't scared anymore. In fact, she actually laughed.

"The curse is upon me..." she said aloud, prompting David's confused attention.

"What?" he asked.

"David!" Ciel bellowed, holding his sword up. "You let her go!"

The demon's words held the opposite effect. David instead held onto the girl tighter, but that's actually what she wanted. Her wrists were at the right angle, she was sure of it. Taking a deep breath, she gathered up all of the courage she could muster and focused all of her energy to both hands.

The next thing either Belmont saw was open air and the London skyline as both of them were thrust upward. The force of Constance's psychic wave launched them high above the FUNTOM building and into the stars. It also broke both of her wrists, but she didn't care. She saw that they had eventually passed the building, but she didn't care. Constance could see her brother's shocked and horrified face as he let go, but all she could do was laugh, and laugh, and laugh. It looked like they were both surrounded by mirrors as they passed all of the many, many windows. There was a bright young girl having the time of her life, and the twisted visage of horrible, horrible monstrosity staring back at them. Taking in a deep breath, David cursed her and everything that she was. He shouted her name to he heavens as he made his descent into the deepest pits of hell. The girl, however, was free from hell. She didn't have a single care in the world. At long, long last, Constance Belmont was free.

"CONSTANCE!" Shouted the bluenette left behind as he prepared to dive after them. He slid across the concrete, trying to catch her as they flew past, but he wasn't quick enough. Instead, he became caught on something. A pair of small hands grabbed onto him, keeping him at bay.

"Ciel, stop!" Geraldine yelled after him, latching onto him as hard as she could while trying to pull him back. "Ciel!"

"Constance! Constance!" All Ciel could do was watch as Constance killed David Belmont in his place.

His voice cracked as he screamed and tears streamed down the face of his own relative. Then, Ciel was rendered silent as he stared down into the brightly-illuminated abyss below, his arm dangling off the edge after he couldn't see the girl any longer. She was gone. Constance was gone and he couldn't save her. Even though he promised he would protect her- even though he promised that he would keep her and her secrets safe so that she could go on and live after David was dead, Constance was gone. She had done the demon's duty for him and died in the process.

Ciel couldn't get up right away. He couldn't even hear Geraldine crying, begging him to get away from the ledge. The man was shellshocked and all he could do was stare into the void while no one but the void stared back at him. Then, after a while, a bright light came from the bottom. It was an abnormal light that not many people could see.

"He left!" Geraldine sobbed uncontrollably into Ciel's back. "He said he needed to do something at the bottom and left! I didn't know! I didn't know! He didn't say anything! I'm so sorry! It's all my fault! It's all my fault!"

A light started to come on again in the back of Ciel's mind as well, causing him to stir. He couldn't stay like this forever. The mission wasn't over yet. While they technically were successful, the ordeal was catastrophic, overall. It needed dealt with, but he couldn't. Ciel just couldn't. Not like this.

What finally did shake him awake, however, was a hand on his shoulder. Looking up, he could see a worn and weathered Alois looking back at him. His expression was unreadable. The blonde was tired. So tired. He was practically on the verge of collapse, but there was still more that he needed to do as well. Primarily, he needed to snap his husband back to reality.

"You need to comfort your cousin." was all that he said, gesturing loosely to Geraldine before moving his crouching position to a seated one. He watched the bluenette blink at him for a few moments before looking further behind him to see the girl.

Slowly, Ciel got up, carefully forcing Geraldine to move. Once everyone was sitting upright, they all just stared at one another, unsure of what to do next. Without a single word, the Watchdog held out his arms, pulling Geraldine into a hug with one arm and pulling his husband in closer with the other. There was nothing they could do in that moment but sit there and try to wrap their heads around it all.

"Ciel," the menace began, saying the only thing on his mind, "I'm so tired..."

"Yeah..." nodded his spouse, "I think we all are..."


A/N: Hello everyone. My face still hurts.

It's not that bad, though. I thought it was gonna be like, a million times worse. I am pretty sick of Jello, though. This whole "not being able to eat food without thinking about it" thing is really wearing on my nerves. I wrote like 2,000 words on this the night before my appointment, and then I've just been working on the rest on and off over the past couple of days.

It's alright. I'm more interested in what happens next, really. It's messy...

I was also gonna make this two parts, but it flowed better as one piece, so here ya go. Tell me what you all think, though. Your reviews lift my poor, (jaw-)aching spirit!

This was actually supposed to be a lot more fucked up than this... I can add that in the aftermath, though. I'll wait to see what people thought and see if I'm still feelin' it.

Okay, night-night, everyone. It's almost 6 in the morning and my schedule is FUCKED. Turns out, sleeping for almost two whole days because of pain medication does that...

Until the next chapter, my duckies~!