Hello mien German chocolate strudels! Welcome to chapter 19 of Caught in the Middle! Now my friend that stalks my life and yells at me every time I don't update for a while (see-me-clarely) gave me an interesting thought at lunch the other day. I skipped over to her table and gave her a chokehold hug as we talked about me not updating for a while (I think maybe a month…?) and she told me something odd. She claims that she does not think that Sebastian and Louis will NEVER EVER EVER GET BACK TOGETHER~! WE ARE NEVER EVER EVER GETTING BACK TOGETHER~! YOU TALK TO UR FRIENDS TALK TO MY FRIENDS TALK TO ME CUZ WE~E—um, you guys didn't hear any of that…Anyway, she believes that Sebastian will never fall in love with Louis/ they fall in love with each other and she doesn't think that Louis will kill Ciel. That got me thinking…what do you guys think? So you see that little button at the bottom; the little speech bubble with the words review next to it? I want you guys to click on it; ALL OF YOU!; and tell me what ya think?
Will they fall in love soon?
Will they fall in love later?
Will they fall in love never?
Will Ciel die by Louis's hand?
Will Ciel die by Sebastian's hand?
Will Ciel die by his own hand?
Will he die never?
Other than that…Enjoy!
Btw Louis's outfit can be found on my profile. (Cuz fanfiction is being MEAN!)
"Want a doughnut?" I asked Ciel as the group sat down, waiting to hear our evidence. He gave me an odd look before taking a few and sitting. I stood next to Sebastian, waiting for him to begin.
"'Someone well-versed in medical science and anatomy.' 'Someone with no alibi on the nights of the murders.' And 'someone involved with a secret society or cult of black magic.' Only on individual fulfills all of these conditions." Sebastian began, reading off his notes.
"The Viscount of Druitt, one Sir Aleister Chambers." I concluded for him. "He graduated from medical school, but doesn't work at a hospital or practice medicine, He has held several parties at his residence during the season…but…" Sebastian continued, his gaze trailing over to me. "There are rumors that he also hosts secret parties on the side in which only heard his intimate acquaintances may participate." I finished, wincing and digging my sharp nails into my lower abdomen as a cramp shot through it. Madam Red raised a polished finger to her chin, tapping it gently.
"The Viscount of Druitt, hm…? Now that I think about it, I have heard rumors that he's into black magic or something similar." I gazed at her from the corner of my eye, narrowing them slightly. Why not bring that up earlier?
"So some kind of ritual is being conducted at those 'secret parties'…and the prostitutes may have been used as offerings." Lau concluded, taking a sip of his tea. Ciel stuck a piece of a glazed doughnut in his mouth with a fork.
"Yes," he answered simply.
"Tonight, there will be yet another party at the Viscount's residence beginning at 19:00. As the season will soon be coming to an end…it is safe to assume that this evening will be our final opportunity to steal in." Sebastian concluded, handing over the notations to me.
"Madam Red," Ciel called. "That is where we stand. Can you do something about it?" Madam Red gave Ciel a sly smirk. "Really," she began, flipping her short hair back. "Who do you take me for? I'm quite popular with men, I'll have you know. Obtaining an invitation or two will be child's play." I narrowed my eyes at her once more. I don't like her even more now.
"Then it's decided. We'll do whatever it takes to get into that 'secret party'. But make certain to never use the Phantomhive name. We may fail to catch them otherwise." I cleared Ciel's plate off the table and carried it to the kitchen, tossing my coat and hat in my room on the way.
"This is our only chance!"
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"You're hiding something, aren't you?" I finally asked Sebastian as we stood in silence in the kitchen. Sebastian slowly gazed over at me as he washed the used platters. "Excuse me?" he asked confused, drying off his hands (well gloves actually). "Don't play coy. You're hiding something about this case." Sebastian chuckled to himself before leaning over me, gently placing a hand against the wall to block me. "And why in the world would I do something like that that would harm our young master's success in regards to the case?" I glared at him. "To protect him from something…I want to know what…" I challenged.
Sebastian leaned in close to my face, stroking my chin with his thumb. "Now where's the fun in that, Miss Louis?" he teased, whispering in my ear. He chuckled darkly in my ear before straightening out. I was not impressed. "Besides, I'm not the only one keeping secrets."
"Come again?"
Sebastian chuckled slyly in his throat. "We both know that you are hiding something as well…"
A lump of spit lodged itself in my throat, halting my "interrogation".
"I can see it in your eyes…You're not from around here, are you?" he asked. I stammered before shutting my mouth, fiddling with my apron.
"You arrived here for a much…darker purpose, no?" he asked, moving closer to my body till we were pressed against each other. He smiled darkly as I cowered beneath.
"I—I—I, um—I never—You got the wrong—…" Sebastian laughed before moving away from me. "Just kidding."
Dick.
"Now Miss Louis, your job is to inform the Yard when to arrive at the venue in question when the young master has gathered all the information he needs," he explained, moving back to retrieve his tailcoat.
"Wouldn't I have to call them after the case is concluded?"
Sebastian tilted his head and smiled. "I'm sure the case will be over in approximately two hours."
"You sure?"
"Of course, I'm one hell of a butler, aren't I?"
"I—Hate—You…"
He chuckled. As he headed towards the door, he froze as if he remembered something. "Ah yes, and although you are no longer representing the Phantomhive name, I would advise that you wear your best dress."
"Fine…" Sebastian nodded and walked out. I chuckled darkly and lifted my hand, bouncing his wallet in it.
"It'll be the most expensive too."
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~Sebastian's P.O.V.~
Madam Red gazed around the ballroom at the hustle and bustle of the noblewomen and noblemen, a confused look drawn on her face. "This is rather grand, isn't it I wonder if indeed tonight marks the last night of the season?" she pondered, tapping her fan against her blood red lips absent mindedly. Mister Lau, wearing a simple black tuxedo, smiled with his arms crossed. "It would appear that this evening will be most delightful," he said. The young master glanced around the group.
"We're done for if we arouse their suspicions. Listen up." One might shake in one's boots if the young master had been wearing his normal attire and had spoken that line. Yet, the young master as wearing something quite special. (Well I think it is quite special…)
"We did not come here to amuse ourselves. Do not let your guard down!" Madam Red stared at him before latching herself onto him.
"I UNDERSTAAAAND!" she began, blushing as she rubbed her cheek against his. "Ohhh, my!" You're just the cutest thing, aren't you!?" I bit my lip to hinder my hysteric laughter. "LET ME GO!" the young master shouted, blushing. "Why must I wear something like this—!?" he yelled. The young master was wearing a pink Muslin-drenched dress decoded in flowers and a matching top hat with black sleeve gloves. I held back another chuckle. Madam Red pouted and stuck out her bottom lip in childish sadness. "What's this? Don't you like your Muslin-drenched French dress?" she asked, tapping her fan against her lips.
"HOW COULD I LIKE THIS!?" the young master shouted.
"Now, now. A lady never raises her voice," I warned, adjusting my glasses upon my nose. They were quite irritating. "Sebastian…you bastard," the young master complained. Madam furrowed her brow and waved her finger at the young master as if he were a naughty child (although he can be). "He's riiight, you hear? You have to follow the script…" She rolled her eyes as she began to go over the parts assigned once more. "Lau is my young lover." Mister Lau smiled brightly as if to say 'Lover, reporting for duty.' "Ciel is playing my niece, who has come to London from the countryside." The young master pouted and mumbled very naughty words under his breath, words that not even a high ranking demon such as myself would utter in the presence of the royals. "And Sebastian is my niece's tutor." I adjusted my glasses once more. I believe I was well dressed to play the part. "Oh, and Grell is my butler per usual." Mister Grell wailed in horror as he learned of his role.
"Ah! But what role will that lovely maid play?" Mister Lau asked. The young master stomped his foot on the ground to numb the pain (or possibly break the heel of his shoes). "Since she is fairly new to my staff, she will have no need for a disguise. So…! WHY MUST I BE YOUR 'NIECE'!?" The young master hollered to the heavens.
"Because dear, I've always wanted a girl!" Madam Red answered with a enthusiastic smile.
"YOU'RE KIDDING ME!"
Madam Red leaned close to the young master, shielding their conversation with her fan. "You don't want them knowing you're a Phantomhive, do you? If people were to see a one-eyed boy with a well-dressed butler, they would know it was you on the spot!" I raised my brow at that statement. The young master would be recognized because of me? Why, I'm flattered. "Besides, I heard the Viscount likes any pretty little thing in a skirt and we do want to catch his attention, don't we?" The young master blanched at that very…disturbing image. "'By any means necessary'. You do remember saying that, don't you?" I asked, a finger under my chin as I smirked. The young master turned his deadly glare towards me. I grinned.
"Then shall we go…my lady?" I asked with a gleaming smile.
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~Sebastian's P.O.V.~
The group of nobles navigated across the bustling conversations of the lesser important beings. "Now then…we must first locate the Viscount of Druitt." I said, my keen eyes scanning the crowd. Madam Red laughed obnoxiously before blowing steam from her nose in a perverse manner. "I wonder if the Viscount of Druitt is a handsome fellow? If that is the case, I would be more than willing to do my paaart!" A hint of drool seemed to run down her chin. Lau laughed nervously. "Your eyes are glittering, Madam…" he warned. The young master dragged himself along next to me complaining softly to himself. "I'm uncomfortable…It's heavy…This dress…They hurt…My feet…I want to go home…" I chuckled. "Now, now, young master. I do not believe Miss Louis would be too happy if you gave up so easily after all the makeup she used on you to hide your masculine features…well, what little masculine features you have…" I uttered. The young master shot me quite a devilish glare. I smiled sweetly at him before he continued to drag his dying corpse.
"I do not want Lizzie to see me like this…"
"Oh, that dress of yours is so cute~!"
"Oh no…I'm even imagining the sound of her voice now…"
"That hat of yours is lovely~!"
The young master and I quickly wiped our heads towards the sound of that shrill voice to see Lady Elizabeth waltzing around the room admiring dresses.
"I adore all the dresses here~! They're lovely~!" she hollered, smiling with her hands clasped together. My Lord stammered in fright as I turned him away from her. "Se—Se-Se-Se-Sebastian," he whispered/shouted. "Young mas—! My lady, please calm down. Let us go over there for the moment." I reassured him in a hushed voice before slowly escorting him to a safe haven away from—
"AH~!"
Oh…never mind then…
"THAT GIRL OVER THERE IS WEARING AN AWWWWWFULLY CUTE DRESS~! 3"
We both flinched in fright.
"This will never do, my lady." I complained before grabbing the young mast—I mean young mistress's arm. "This way!" I directed, dragging him (would I be permitted to call him 'her'?) out of Lady Elizabeth's sight.
"Oh?" Lady Elizabeth began as she gazed around. "Where did she go?" she asked herself before trotting off in the opposite direction. Little did she know that the young master and I had hidden behind the decorated cake table. "Why is Elizabeth here!? I must at least get ahold of Madam and the rest—!" the young master complained, peeking up to search for her. He found that Madam Red was lounging in a throne chair, being fanned by Mister Lau and fawned over by "strapping" young men.
"Ohhh-hoh-hoh hoh! You are such a dear~!" The young master sulked a little. She seems to be having a grand ole time… he complained internally.
I scanned the room for any trace of the golden pigtails. "This is not good. I did not think your fiancée would be here."
"Even though I am disguised…If she were to catch a glimpse of my face…"
"She would recognize you immediately…" I concluded, looking at him from my peripheral vision. "Everyone here would discover that my lady is the 'young master'."
The young master's face slowly drained of its color.
"IF IT BECOMES KNOWN THAT THE HEAD OF THE PHANTOMHIVE FAMILY HAD THE GALL TO DRESS LIKE THIS, WE WILL BE SHAMED FOR ALL ETERNITY!" the young master hollered, grabbing hold of the tablecloth. I had to roll my eyes at the young master's behavior. He was overreacting. The young master flipped his head decorated with silverish gray locks towards me, a deep blush adorned on his face. "I would rather DIE than have that happen!" he complained, as if he were a woman. "So she must neve—!" A woman squealed in the background.
"The Viscount of Druitt is as handsome as always! His platinum blond locks are like spun gold!"
"!"
"…So he is…" I began.
"The Viscount of Druitt…!" the young master shouted in shock.
"He is quite young…We'll use a greeting as our front to get close to him." I pointed out before leaning near his ear. "I will observe from here because the presence of another man may make him wary. Please behave like a lady, as I have taught you." The young master sulked. "…Yes, yes! All right!" the young master swallowed his immense amounts of disgust before walking gracefully over to the Viscount. "G-Good evening…Viscount of Dru—?" the young master began before gazing up at the Viscount's eyes. He was gazing up at the stairs with a faint blush across his cheeks.
I raised my brow and looked up at the stairs. Noblemen and women were mumbling among themselves as they gathered closer towards the stairs. Atop said stairs, Miss Louis came gliding down, making all the other women's clothing look like cheap rags in comparison. She was decorated in gold from her head to her toe. She wore a white Lolita dove hat with a dressed styled after Marie Antoinette covered in sparkling pearls and sleeves that hung carelessly off her shoulders. Her bust was being squeezed in a teasing manner in her dress, possibly from the tight corset. Her mahogany hair seemed brighter today since it was curled into a tailed bun for her to flaunt. She nervously touched her ruby studded necklace as she scanned the crowd watching her closely. Her golden manicured nails slid down the railing as her sparkly and golden heels clicked and clacked down the stairs. I myself could not peel my eyes away. She looked quite—
"Exquisite." The Viscount of Druitt finished, clapping as he walked towards Miss Louis. "You are as lovely as a graceful bird in flight, Miss Dove." The young master's eyes widened as he looked upon the Viscount flirting with his employee. This case could be put into shambles if she messes up!
He grasped her delicate hand and kissed it longer than he should have, holding it and stroking it with his thumb. "I do hope you are enjoying the party…" he said. Miss Louis smiled kindly as she drew her hand back. "Oh very much. It's quite…um…grand…"
"May I ask where you come from?" he asked, peering into her eyes. Miss Louis blushed, obviously nervous, and looked to the floor. "I-I-I-I come from the United States…"
"Really? I honestly believed you came from Ireland with your fiery red hair that suits your skin tone…" he began, his hand running down the side of her face to her hips. "…so nicely…" he finished. Miss Louis's blush deepened. I narrowed my eyes before leaning close to Master Ciel.
"What shall we do?" The young master crossed his arms. "..."
The Viscount of Druitt leaned closer to Miss Louis's face, smiling slyly. "Can I ask who you came with this evening?" Miss Louis put her hands on his chest to keep him away. "I came alone, sadly," she answered with a fake chuckle. I could see the Viscount of Druitt's smile turn dark. "Would you like to visit my private courters then?" he asked, placing a securing arm around her waist as he lead her back towards the stairs. "Private courters?" "Yes, I feel as if the quiet location will benefit us both…" "I'm not too sure I'm comfortable with—" The Viscount chuckled. "You worry too much, my pet."
I quickly gazed down at the young master. "Miss Louis is in grave danger, Master!"
"Then we must hurry towards the—!"
A beautiful concerto interrupted his thought as blurs of blues and greens cluttered the dance-floor with overskirts and laughter.
"Damn…!" the young master hissed under his breath.
"The hall is swarming with dancers…You cannot approach the Viscount now." I pointed out, my gaze never leaving Lady Elizabeth's awestruck face. "…Very well. Let us employ the dance as a means of getting closer to the Viscount."
The young master paled once more. "You will be able to manage what you were taught, yes?"
"!?" Before the young master could protest, I swiftly (but delicately) grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the dance-floor. "Are you telling me to dance here, in public!? With YOU!?" he hollered, attempting to make himself heavier. "Have you forgotten?" I teased, halting my footsteps and turning to look at him with a hand over my "heart". "Since I am but your tutor for the present...I am of a position to dance with you here, in public, my lady. Not as your butler, but as your tutor, who also numbers among the upper classes." I informed with a smirk gaining a sulk from my young master. "I shall lead in order to avoid colliding with the other couples. Let us take to the floor." I said, taking his hand and getting into position. Hopefully Miss Louis has a plan on how to get away from the Viscount, I thought to myself.
~End of P.O.V.~
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"So how old are you?" the Viscount asked, leaning against the railway in a semi-dark hallway, gazing down reminiscently at the dancing couples. I slowly removed my hat and undid the bun in my hair, running my fingers through my curled hair. "21..." I said. "What about you?" I asked, in immense pain.
"24." My eyebrows perked up. "You're quite young. Shouldn't you have, like, a wife and some kids by now like all the other rich people?" The Viscount of Druitt laughed. "You may find, Miss Dove, that I am not like all the other well-to-do dwellers. I haven't found the one I wish to spend the rest of my life with..." he began, walking closer to me with his arms crossed. "Well...not until today..." he finished with a smile. Aw, that's so sweet you sadistic murderer. He slowly raised his arm blocking my exit and leaned close to my face, searching over it hungrily like Sebastian would—Whoa there, Brain! Now is not the time to be thinking about that guy!
"What makes you so different from the others?" I asked, my hand creeping towards a vase on a table. The Viscount's face sulked as he walked away from me, looking back at the dancing people. "I never wanted to be rich..." My eyes widened. "Who wouldn't want to be rich? Being set for life and not having any worries...never having to worry about how you are going to get by...I wish I had that..." The Viscount jolted up, as if I insulted him or kicked his cat 15 feet. "Oh no, my Dove, I would not wish wealth upon my worst enemy...Or a beautiful woman such as yourself..."
"Why?"
"Wealth brings the biggest fear of all...Losing it..."
"That's for those who don't plan ahead..."
"Is it not better to be in the middle-class? Is it not better to live without having to keep up appearances? There are so much more joys available! The little things bring it! The little thing in life are more important for them unlike the big unnecessary things for us...I would give anything to have that...Plus..."
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"It ruins people; makes them corrupt and vile..."
Wow...that's deep, bro.
The Viscount chuckled nervously. "You find me strange, don't you?"
I smiled warmly. "No...Just charming..." The Viscount blushed. I put back on my hat and gestured my hand to him. "Wanna dance?"
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~Sebastian's P.O.V.~
My eyes concentrated on the Viscount and Miss Louis as they descended down the stairs, hand in hand. At least she was now in my range of sight. "Young master, Miss Louis and the Viscount have approached the dance floor. Now would be a good time to devise a plan." I instructed. "It will be quite difficult to do so when I'm concentrating on a difficult task already!" the young master hissed through his teeth. I smirked at that. Ah, how the youth entertains...
"Concentrate on the music. If you match your steps to its rhythm, I will take care of the rest. All you have to do is devise a means of saving Miss Louis..."
The young master blushed profusely. "I will never do this again, do you understand!?" I chuckled. "Yes, tonight will be both the first and the last time." The young master and I danced gracefully across. When I occasionally gazed down at his face, he was always in deep thought, gnawing slightly on his lip. "Have you thought of something, Master?" I asked as we turned past a couple who both had two left feet.
"Yes...but—Sebastian..."
"Yes, young master?"
"How much do you like Miss Louis?" My eyes widened at that.
"I beg your pardon, Master?"
"How much do you like her, be honest..."
"May I inquire as to why you wish to know this information?"
"The presence of another man may make him uncomfortable, therefore you could pretend to be her husband, or someone of the sort, and draw her away. I will be able to continue my investigation without interruptions. So...?" The young master looked directly into my eyes, letting me know that there was no way to dodge this question.
"Well, to be honest, I find her to be a good worker...if that satisfies..."
"It doesn't..." the young master answered quickly.
I sighed. "On a more personal level," I began, shooting a stern look at the young master. "I find her...tolerable..."
"And?" the young master pressed, much to my dislike.
"The rest is none of your concern..." He stomped on my foot with great force, causing me to wince. "She's attractive, she's witty, and...I feel as if I am missing something when I am around her...like...I have seen her somewhere before..." The young master appeared astonished. "Well, I guess you are the perfect candidate for this task...Let us be off then..."
~End of P.O.V.~
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The Viscount twirled me around and around as we crossed the floor. I laughed gleefully as if I was a kid in a candy store. Couples dispersed from the dance floor and watched us. The Viscount held me close and whispered things in my ear, making me blush. (Most of them were sex related and ALL the different positions he wanted to put me in but we can just look past all of that.) I hit his shoulder playfully and parted our bodies.
"Do behave, Viscount. I've just met you. There will be no time for any of...that." I wanted to add "you sick horny bastard" but that would be rude wouldn't it? "Will there be time? I would love to see you again..." He looked hungrily down at my body and then back in my eyes. "All of you..."
"Okay, seriously? That needs to stop or I'm leaving." The Viscount chuckled. "I was only teasing. I mean you no harm or offense." Sure...men of the 19th century are a bunch of hornballs. "Can I ask you something?" he began, halting in the middle of the floor. "I guess..."
"What is your name?" I could have sworn I told him.
"My name is—"
"Louis?" a familiar voice called. I gazed over and saw Sebastian gazing at me, very pissed off.
"What do you want?" I said back as he approached me. He grabbed my arm and squeezed it fiercely. "This is where you have been perusing while I was at home worried sick about you?!"
"And...why would you care?" I asked, confused out of my mind.
"Because I'm your husband, that's why!" he shouted, turning a few heads. I arched my eyebrows. "Um...have you been drinking? Because I distinctly remember that you don't even like me..."
"Of course not! I love you!" I blushed profusely as my heart began to race. The Viscount, obviously uncomfortable, shifted his weight on his feet. "G-G-Go away! I'm spending the night with the Viscount, not some scumbag liar like you!" Playing with my heart guts like their some harp or some shit like that...why does he suddenly care now? Why do I care now?!
"I'm the liar?! You are the one who has been lying about where you have been going a few days before our wedding...And—" Sebastian's expression went from angry to scared in a millisecond. "You haven't been drinking, have you? What of the baby?" My blush consumed my entire face. "BABY!?" I screamed in a very high pitched voice that even terrified the Viscount. He looked for an exit before saying. "I should leave you to...this..." he said before walking away. Sebastian watched him leave like a predator before looking down at me and smiling.
"What an excellent performance, if I do say so myself..." he complimented. My face slowly went slack. "Performance?! I was dead fucking serious, you ass wipe! You couldn't think of some signal before you threw around all that 'I love you' stuff!? I thought you were serious!" I shouted. Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "You thought me serious? About you and I being together?" I gave him a 'no fucking shit' look. "Yeah..." Sebastian chuckled darkly in his throat.
"I find it adorable that you believed me..." My heart stung from his comment. "People like me don't love...It is not in our nature."
"And who are these 'people'?" I asked, as if I didn't already know. Sebastian looked back at me. "Someone you would not wish to meet...in the dark..." My body shivered.
"O~kay...so where's Ciel?"
"He left the Viscount a few moments ago."
"...And you didn't go follow them?"
"No."
"So~Ciel could be getting raped with a pipe covered in sand paper and you're not concerned?"
"I believe our young master can handle himself, and so should you."
"He can't even tie his own shoes..."
"But dealing with crime is his specialty."
"Does he have a weapon on him?"
"No."
"You do know it is hard to run in heels, right? Let alone fight?"
"Yes."
"So shouldn't you have given him a weapon or something?"
"No."
"...He's gonna die, isn't he?"
"Of course not."
I shook my head and rubbed it. These people are going to be the death of me. Like making your own homemade red paint in your pants wasn't bad enough to deal with...When I looked up again, Sebastian's attention was locked on a woman. It took me a while but it was the woman from the alley. Her bright red hair was twirled into a side ponytail and she wore an olive green dress with pine green outlines and trimmings with a pearl bracelet accompanied with a red ruby in the center, a black choker with another red ruby, and an olive green dove hat. She held a glass of white wine with her delicate hand.
I looked from Sebastian to the woman than back at him. He was practically eye-humping her to the point where it was annoying. I rolled my eyes and nudged his shoulder. "If you think she's hot, why don't you just go talk to her instead of eye-raping her from afar?" I asked.
Sebastian smiled and gazed at me. "You know what, I think I will." And there he went, walking away. My mouth fell open.
"You know I was just kidding right?!"
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~Sebastian's P.O.V.~
I swiftly walked over to that vulture. She has the nerve to show up now after all the horrible things she has done? It raised vile in my throat just thinking about it. She dresses herself up like a goddess who cannot even be had by a god but acts like a leech. I, of all people, know of this first hand. I grabbed her arm tightly.
"Ostendit melius esse nunc abs te.*" I said sternly to her. She turned slowly with a warm smile on her ruby lips and as her hand touched my face.
"Enim gustus, mi.*" She retorted back.
~End of P.O.V.~
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The Viscount slowly opened the oak door, smirking down at Ciel. "You will have much more fun at the splendid place we are going." Ciel flinched as a scent shot up his nostrils.
What is this? This room smells awfully sweet...He said to himself.
"A splendid pla—!?" Ciel began before his body faltered underneath him and he could only collapse to the floor. The Viscount watched him fall, a deviant smirk on his face.
Damn!
"Yes..." the Viscount purred.
I have to get out of here...
Ciel's body slide down the wall slowly.
...Quick...
"Oh yes. A very splendid place indeed..." the Viscount narrowed his eyes.
"My little Robin."
Ta-da! I finally did it and it's only been two or three months instead of five, yay! Hope you guys enjoyed the ride even though I did cut out some parts and swapped some parts. I feel like it was a bit rushed but what do I know? But seriously, what did you guys think of Sebastian's confession? Did you feel like he was being completely honest or what? Click on the bubble thingy and tell me!
*They are speaking in Latin. Not saying anything else.
See you guys next year! (Who knows when I'll update. CURSE YOU TENNIS SEASON!)
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