A Demons song, Chap 6

I apologize for being a huge piece of shit and lying to you guys.

I said I would put up chapter six the day after I went in and fixed up chap. Five, BUT I DIDN'T. And even though it wasn't really my fault, and I physically could not have prevented not writing, I understand if you despise my whole being. Just please don't feel such a way towards my story, because they didn't do anything wrong and are a victim just as much as you are. Anyway, now that I'm done with that oh-so-eloquent apology, I give you chapter 6.

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The theatre erupted with applause as Ciel finished the last performance for that particular show. Ciel smiled and waved at the adoring audience, the rest of the cast coming on for curtain call. They took a couple bows and waved some more, roses of all colors flying onto the stage. What caught Ciel's eye, though, was the black rose with the red ribbon. He smiled and bent to pick it up, smelling the strange aroma it gave off. The curtain closed, but the applause went on for a few moments, before it turned into an excited chatter as the crowd made their way out. Back stage wasn't much different, with people congratulating each other for their wonderful works, champagne corks flying off with screeches of delight, and lots of laughter and all in all enjoyment. It would have been the perfect start for the cast party if it weren't for a fiery red head. "You! Little spotlight steal-er. How dare you take that part!" Grell Sutcliff was storming through the crowd, pushing people aside angrily, and stomping his black heeled boots. "Um, excuse me?" Ciel questioned, an eyebrow raised. "You heard me, cane sporca! That was my role, and you took it!" He seethed. Ciel glared at him, his arms crossing. "If I remember correctly, which I know I do, you turned down the role because you couldn't handle the heat of the Opera Populaire, remember, things falling, almost dying, no one to care for your little snooty dog." Snark oozed from his lips. Grells face began to turn red, and by now everyone was silent and simply watching, not knowing what to do about the violent red head. "How dare you speak to me in such a way, why, I should just—" He lunged for Ciel, knocking him onto the ground and pinning him there with one hand. He pulled his hair and scratched his face, drawing beads of blood. People began too yell for help, knowing it would be useless if one of them were to intervene. Ciel thrashed his body, getting his knee up enough to give a slight blow to the groin. "Fuck you, you piece of shit! Trying to kick me like that!" Grell yelled through his teeth and slapped the boy under him square in the face. "Get off of me you bitch!" Ciel yelled, finally freeing a hand and landing a hard blow to Grells nose. Grell let out a cry and grabbed his nose, blood dripping down his face. Ciel took the chance to scramble out from under him, giving him a kick to his gut for time. "My face! My beautiful face! You dirty rat! You'll pay for that!" He pulled a pair of scissors out from his trouser pockets and ran to Ciel. Ciels eyes went wide and he tried to back away, but ended up back against the wall. He closed his eyes in fright and waited for the stab of scissors, but they never came. He heard a gasp and opened his eyes.

There, standing before him with his hand around Grell's neck, was none other than Sebastian. He had a grim look on his face, the mask covering his eyes and causing his eyes to look like black voids. His lips formed a thin line as he tightened his grip on Grell's neck. Grell let out a choked gasp and lawed at Sebastians hand. "What do you think you were doing?" He said, monotonously . "What gave you the right to harm him in any way?" He growled. Grell's face began to turn blue, and Sebastian let his body fall to the floor, gasps and coughs making their way in and out of Grell's mouth. "Well?" Sebastian demanded. The people around them made no noise, just stared at the unknown man in the mask. "W-who are you?!" Grell croaked. Sebastian held his head a bit higher and said, loudly. "I am the Opera Ghost. And you have meddled with something I hold dear to me. Are you prepared to face the consequences, flea?" the crowd began to murmur and many faces began to go pale. The Opera Ghost was not a force to be messed with, and people who had both witnessed his wrath and heard of it knew that. He had always been a protector of sorts to the house, the one who brought harm to thief's and took care of the vermin in the house. But no one had ever seen him, not even his victims, so him being out in the open like this was terrifying to the onlookers. Grell looked as if he was staring death in the face, something he could have very well been doing, too. "P-please. Please don't kill me. It's not my fault, anyway, it's that brats!" He exclaimed, pointing at Ciel. Sebastian was suddenly behind Grell, his own scissors on his neck. "Don't lie to me like that. You were about to try and kill this boy. Why else would you be running at him with these?" He said, pressing the blade part of the scissors against his throat to make his point. Grell cried out, desperately, "I wasn't going to kill him! Just slice him up a bit to remind him of his place!" Sebastian didn't speak for a moment before whispering dangerously quiet. "And where might his place be, Mr. Sutcliff?" Grell gulped, the blade drawing a small bead of blood. "With all the other dirty orphan whores, that's where! My inside voices tell me everything that goes on when I'm not around. Everyone sees how Claude looks at him! They're obviously sleeping together! That's the only way he'd be able to get any major part. Who knows who else he's sleeping with! He's probably fucking Soma and Agni too so he can get a raise!" He yells, scornfully. Sebastian's jaw tenses up before he's back in front of Grell. Quicker than anyone's eyes could see, Sebastian's hands began to fly forward, hitting Grell in various places, causing the man in front of him to let out pained cries. This went on for multiple moments before he landed a final blow on his throat. Grell choked out a pained noise and fell to his knees. He looked up to Sebastian and his mouth began moving, but no noise came out. Grell tried again, but it was no use. "Until you learn how to keep your mouth shut, and to respect others, you will have no voice. You can now be in the silent roles. This is your place." Sebastian said coldly. "It disgusts me than someone like you would dare put your hands on someone as pure as Ciel. He's done nothing that gives you the right to say such things about him. And by the way, he's never slept with anyone in this Opera house. That's coming from me. He got that role from pure talent, and his set of shows made more money than your last three did. Let that sink in."

He turned around to Ciel so he could take him away, but he was nowhere to be seen. "Ciel…," He turned to the gaping crowd, "Where did the boy go." The crowd was silent before a small boy with red berets in his hair stepped forward and pointed towards the stairs. "He went up there." He said. Sebastian nodded to him and left without a word. He ran up the spiraled staircase, which led to the performers living quarters. He ran to Ciel's room and barged in, but Ciel was nowhere to be found. "Ciel! Ciel, where are you!" He yelled, before noticing the mirror ajar. He opened it the rest of the way and ran down the tunnel to his own quarters to find Ciel sitting at the edge of the water, his knees pulled to his chest and his head down. Sebastian walked slowly to him and sat down next to him. He put his arm around him and Ciel jerked his head up. His face was dirty and bloody, with wet tear streaks the only thing to clear away the residue of the fight. "Ciel, I'm so sorry. I should have been there sooner but I thought you went straight to your room like you usually do and—" "I didn't sleep with anyone." He said quickly. "What?" "I said I didn't sleep with anyone. With any of them, I swear, it's true! I would never—" he cut himself off with a sob, and more tears fell down his face. Sebastian's face was filled with shock."Ciel, I know that. I know you didn't. And even if you did, as much as I wouldn't like it, that's your choice to make, not mine. I wouldn't ever hold it against you—" "But I wouldn't sleep with any of them ever! Because the only one I want is you!" He said, his face red and stained with tears. There was a silence before Ciel spoke again. "I don't want anyone else. Ever. I only want you, forever and always. I couldn't dream of being with anyone else. And I know it would be hard, and we'd fight, but everyone fights, and I know we can get through it. Sebastian, I love you. And if you'd take me, I want to be with you forever." He said, eyes sparkling with unfallen tears. Sebastian wiped his eyes for him, his chest hurting to see the one he loved cry for him. "Ciel… I wouldn't want anyone else. My heart and soul belongs to you, forever." Ciel let out a small whimper. "You mean it?" He asked. "I would never lie to you. You're the only one for me." Ciel leaned his head to Sebastian's chest and listened to his heartbeat.

"Forever and always."

THIS IS NOT THE LAST CHAPTER

Just want to throw that out there. Really, though. This chapter means a lot to me, for personal reasons, but whatever. You're here to read fanfiction, not learn about my life. Anyway, remember to favorite, review, and reccomend. Good day, Goodnight, and Good morning.

-Love TLE