The Choice is Mine Chapter 7

Disclaimer: I do not own the Kuroshitsuji characters, however Briar is mine.

When I woke up, I was in the chefs' room. Ciel was sitting on the floor, his back was leaning against the bed. His head rested on the mattress. I didn't move and I didn't make any yawning noises. Nothing that would make him aware of me being awake.

"You're up early. I thought you were going to sleep for another hour." said Ciel.

Busted. I think to myself as I sit up in the bed. I proceed to make a sorry attempt to pull the covers around me.

"I couldn't really get into a deep sleep like I wanted." I said.

"I know." Said Ciel. "You tossed and turned the entire time. Penny for your thoughts?"

"Hmmm, my thoughts?"

"Yes." He turned his head around enough so that we were eye to eye. "You have something on your mind. It's as clear as the color of paint on your wall. So, go ahead."

"Fine." I sigh. I grabbed my pillow and held it close to my chest. "Can I ask you a question about your past?"

For a second his eyes grew wide and then he turned back around to his original position. Maybe I was too straight forward. After all, he barely knows me.

"Yes. You can ask."

"Well. Sebastian, he told me somethings about your past. I was wondering. How did it feel once you enacted your vengeance against your parents killer?"

I don't know if it was because I had turned into a demon earlier or if I was just hearing things. I swear I had just heard a quick intake of air. Were my senses sharpened to know discomfort?

"My my my. Aren't you a curious little dove. Alright, I'll tell you what I remember."

"Remember?"

"Yes. It was a long time ago and after the event my memory was temporarily stolen from me. I remember the feeling though. Relief and a sense that justice was served by my hands."

"I see. Did your action allow you to move on?"

There was a silence that hung in the air as Ciel considered my question. It felt like forever had passed before he finally spoke.

"No. Once I had my old memories back, I felt the same. I still had hatred for the people that wronged my family. Sorrow for what was stolen from my lineage and a sadness that my hands had to become so dirty to accomplish my goal. I felt that way for days, weeks, months, and even years."

"I feel the same way about the hatred still being there."

"Tell me. How many people did you seek vengeance against?"

"Four. The recruiter that lied to me, the Technical Sergeant that made my deployment a living hell, the female Airmen that assisted him and the Captain who allowed herself to be used by him to take away what I loved dearly."

"Wow. Sorry. I had no idea it was four. I thought you only attempted to take down one target."

"No, my sights were on the four."

"Impressive."

"Why do you think that you still felt the way that you did after so many years?"

"Hmmm. That's a good one but the answer is simple. In some cases, time has to heal the wound, especially when it is a deep and nasty one. I believe the same applies to you. That's why you still feel miserable."

"I hate waiting."

"All of us do. I guess that's just apart of this life. Can I ask you a question?"

"Yes."

"Did you at-least get them good?"

I smiled as he turned to me, waiting for an answer. It was at that moment that I could feel the transformation from girl to demon and then back.

"I gave them just what they deserved. What? What's wrong?"

Ciels eyes grew wide and were slightly glazed over as if he were in a trance. As soon as I transformed back he seemed to snap out of whatever spell held him.

"Why did you make that face?" I asked. He immediately turned red.

"Well." Said Ciel who was now trying to cover his face.

"My outfit isn't that revealing. Or is it?" His face continued to get redder by the second.

"No, your outfit, it's fine. I'm guessing Sebastian didn't tell you what kind of demon you are?" I sat back against the wall. Clutching the pillow even tighter.

"Not directly. While I was transformed I heard him talking to himself. He said I was a Succubus, but I don't really know what that entails."

"Oh boy." He nervously racked his fingers through his hair. His eyes darted to every object in the room.

"Can you just tell me already? The suspense is hard for me to deal with."

"OK. Lets start from the basics first. In Hell there are many types of demons. You have the ones that cause violence, ones for emotions like sadness and rage, and ones for smaller offenses that open the door for the deadlier demons. Each has domain on a certain aspect of human life. For example, I am categorized as a Greed demon. My specialty is making humans greedy for power which leads them to self-destruct. You my dear have domain over sexuality. Have you ever heard of the legends of the Sucubi?"

"I heard tales about it on YouTube once. I didn't really think too hard on it."

"Well you should. Sucubi and their deadly counterparts exist in this world. The Sucubi is a creature that can creep into the dreams of man. However, unlike their counterparts, they can not really cause too much damage. They are unable to harm children because of their innocence and the most they can do is give a man erotic dreams. However,"

His eyes glowed red for a second and then he turned to me.

"You are an exception to the rule. You can successfully sing the Cursed Lullaby. I heard that demons who try to sing it are unable to." He then started to eye me curiously. Like I was a chest that hide some unfathomable treasure.

"What exactly is the Cursed Lullaby? I sang it but I have no clue what it is."

"Do you remember the story of Egypt, the plagues that were sent to the land, and the Pharaoh who refused to let Gods' people go?"

"Course I do. Who could forget that?"

"As you know, the last plague was the deadliest of all. The death of the first born." Ciel formed a smoked skull in his hand as his eyes wavered between their natural state and their glowing form.

"Only a lamb's blood on the door frame of the house could spare the innocent. For those who dwelled in houses without the blood-" He crushed the skull with his hand. "died in their sleep." He looked at me, his eyes a glowing crimson.

"Wait. Nu uh. Are you telling me that the Angel of Death killed by singing a lullaby?"

He nodded his head in agreeance.

"And that was what I used on the snake child?"

"Yes."

"Whoa."

"A demon with the deadly ability of a Death Angel."

"Hell would finally be to directly harm what they couldn't affect. The pandemonium."

"It will bring us one step closer to bringing the Antichrist on earth."

I shrank down behind my pillow. The weight of what I was told was crushing. I was going to be hells weapon of destruction. I didn't know how to wrap my mind around that concept. Sure, I disliked bad kids, but I didn't want to be the cause of their death. Hell, I still felt bad about harming the bastards son.

"Hey. Want to know something interesting?"

"Huh."

Ciel had crawled his way onto my bed and was now pulling my safety pillow away from me.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Uh. I was just coming to tell you a secret."

"You don't need to be on my bed to tell me."

I promptly kicked him back down to the floor.

"Hey! What the hell did you do that for!?"

"For your information I am not even dressed properly for you to be in here. Let alone for you to be on my bed."

"Oh. Uh- I-"

"Get out!"

"Ok ok. You don't have to scream it!"

Ciel swiftly exited the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

30 Minutes Later

"Lets go. We don't have all day."

I say as I drag Ciel back to the kitchen.

"Do I have to go back! I hate it in there."

"Well, now you see how I feel!"

"If you hate it so much why don't you go ahead and make a decision. You know you want to be on the bad side anyway. Being good is no fun."

Internally shuddering I force him through the door. He did not just wink at me.

"If you can run your mouth then you certainly can chop more lettuce."

"Sheesh. Not this again. Can I use the knives for something else?"

"Like what?" I said while turning on the stove and grill top on.

He turned around, his eyes were blood shot red and a strange shadow danced across the wall.

"I could use it on the cops. Wouldn't that be fun. Come on. A little blood-"

"Get to work. No blood today. Got it!"

"Fine. You're no fun."

An Hour and Ten Minutes into the Meal Period

The door swings open. In walks a cop that is on the night shift. We were just about finished with the orders when we got this disturbance.

"Hey, we got a team of cops coming to the building. It's six of them and they wanted to place an order for dinner."

He quickly takes the menu and dips back out the door with it. I am furious. Those fuckers couldn't have called earlier. What a dam inconvenience. I grit my teeth as the water in the pot starts to boil over. Ciel has said nothing since the intrusion. I turn to him, my human form shed to reveal my demon form. Everything I felt seemed to be intensified in this form. The hatred I have for the position I am in; a servant to shit holes. The rules that bind my hands, feet and mouth. Making me bend and sway to whatever they needed. I have had enough of the servant's role. It was high time for the servant to become the master.

"Ciel."

He transformed at instant, shedding his human disguise for his other form.

"Let's have some fun."