Yay! thank you friends who have read chapters 1-3 :) much appreciated 3 I will have to make the chapters even loooonger now... well, enjoy chapter 4 :D
~Chapter 4
Mace stood, walked over to Ciel and crouched down to his level. She began to wipe the tears from his eyes when she noticed some coming from under his eyepatch. Curious she lifted it, revealing a purple iris with a pentagram of a start surrounded by a contract seal in latin. She knew what it was and quickly replaced the patch gently over his eye.
"Miss Mcaphey, I am sorry but if you would like to know what the pentagram is, I am afraid I cannot tell you." Ciel replied, not demanding, but sincere, placing a hand over his eyepatch so she could not lift it again.
"I am sorry to say this, but I already know. That is your contract symbol, the one that binds a demon to your soul. I assume Sebastian is that demon. If I may ask, Why and how did you make this contract?" She looked at Ciel, worry in her eyes.
"It isn't a pleasant story, but I shall tell you, though I am curious as to how you know what this is." He placed his hand over the patch once more, heaved a sigh, and began, "I lived a happy life. I had a wonderful family, a dog, a butler, Tanaka, and I always smiled. It was the day of my 12th birthday, my mother promised to read me as many stories as I wanted right before bed, and my father had a gift for me. A Hope Diamond ring, passed down from his father to him and then to me." He fingered the blue and silver ring on his thumb, obviously too big for his other fingers. " My father tucked me in, kissed my head, said he loved me, and walked out of my room. I waited for my mother to come in, but she never came. I became worried. I walked outside of my room and smelled smoke. I ran down the hall way to my parents room, fire licked out from the door. I saw my parents black outlines burning away as they sit at the table in the center of the room. the world was silent, I didn't like it. I screamed 'Mother! Father!' I ran away from them looking for Tanaka. i found my dog, badly beaten laying on the floor, dead. I continued running and finally found Tanaka, facing a door into the main hall. 'Master Ciel! I am so sorr-' A shot fired and Tanaka fell on top of me, bleeding. A man walked up to me and my vision went black.
When I awoke, I was strapped to a cold metal table, people in masks surrounding me. I was then violated, mutilated, and abused. They gave me this scar with a hot brand like a cow." he lifted his shirt to show Mace, The brand was on his left ribcage, right under his heart. " Their final attack was stabbing me in the stomach, twisting the blade, and spreading my blood across my abdomen. That was when I summoned him. Sebastian appeared in the form of a crow. He asked, 'Shall you accept the contract, the gates of paradise will forever be out of your reach. Will you accept your mortal fate, offer up your soul to me. I will be forever by your side, and, unlike humans, I will never lie to you, I will carry out every order. Do you have any regrets?' I replied ' Do you think anyone not willing to sacrifice eternal life in order to take revenge would even consider calling a demon like you?' He chuckled, 'I shall ask but once more, do you accept the contract and all that follows suit of it?' I screamed at him now, 'Yes. now I order you demon, kill them all!' The demon smirked, 'Yes, my lord.'"
Mace sat, utterly shocked at how calmly the boy was able to tell such a horrific story. How could such a sweet boy have been able to go through such a terrifying time and still remain utterly sane.
"I am so sorry Ciel, I-"
"I don't need your pity. I named Sebastian after my deceased dog. that is the whole story."
Pity. Wasn't that the exact thing Mace herself hated most of this world. She sat next to Ciel, Pulled his eyepatch off of his face and looked straight into the purple orb.
" Now, it is time for me to tell you my story." Ciel looked to her hand, enclosed it in his, and looked back up, awaiting her voice to sound again. he thought her voice was soothing, comforting, like his mother's.
"I never much cared to go outside, I liked to be focused instead of carefree. I was hated in the States. My parents abandoned me when I was four years old, so I lived on my own, in the streets of Collinstown, a little bit further North than Plymouth rock, on the coast. I wandered the streets during the day, watching the pitiful eyes of people higher up than me, glaring at my unwashed face and shoeless feet. Even lowly merchants scowled as I walked by. I was skeleton thin, odorous, and my most beautiful feature was my always combed hair. Everyone knew who my parents were, they were demons. no one walked near me, or even recognized my existence. I have a pentagram as well, on my neck, on top of my jugular vein. It's a reminder from my parents that I was not wanted, for I was not a demon. They cast me away, hoping I would die, but I live on still. There were many times when I was almost arrested, I stole from the rich, their food, money, jewelry. I did not care for their material things, so I traded them for clothes and necessities. I was soon shipped off to the east end by my "grandparents". They gave me a shanty, music sheets, books to learn from, and enough rations to buy two small meals a day. I went back to my old habits. In the day I would read the books, practiced music on the violin for whenever my grandparents decided to visit, and stayed inside, for the light was too bright. Then, In the blackest part of the night, I would go around house to house stealing small things, things people would forget they had, make my way back to my house by day's break, and hide my findings. I was fond of piano, so every night in return for stealing their things I would give the compensation of piano music in their house while they dreamed, never too loud, so as to make them feel as if it were part of the dream. One night as I played in a shanty right next to mine, Your butler appeared. He offered me this job, and, in return, he would not take me to the police. I believe you know that part of my story."
When she turned back to Ciel, she noticed him looking at the piano, he turned to her and said bluntly, "That song you just played, that was the song you were playing when Sebastian found you, wasn't it?"
The question took her aback. She hadn't remembered until this moment that, yes, yes in fact it was that song. How did he know, he was so confident in this. Perhaps she had shown weakness, went soft, left part of her soul drift out of her mouth as she told her story.
"Yes. How did you know?" She was could the boy possible have known?
" I saw Sebastian looking around the corner watching you play, tears in his eyes. You had the same look on your face yet no tears, as if you were holding them back for some reason. I saw them there though, and so did Sebastian. We were all moved by your performance. I couldn't help but recognize the pain that you felt. Though our stories may be different, our pain is of the same burning sensation, our need for revenge at the same level, our understanding of each other perfectly in sync. We are different, yet the same."
Mace could feel the tears welling up in her eyes burning at the corners. She squeezed her eyes shut, gritted her teeth, and tried to forget her horrible past. Yet, Ciel turned her face towards his, looked into her eyes, piercing purple iris slightly shaking, his look told her that he understood. She smiled and got up from the couch at which they were sitting. she held out her hand to ciel and led him Upstairs to his room, leaving the eyepatch at rest on the couch.
She lay Ciel down on his bed, tucked him in and asked one question, "Would you like to hear a song?"
Ciel nodded and closed his eyes, finally resting. Mace pulled the bangs off of his face and stroked his hair.
'Hush my sweet child, morning will come again, I lay you down in peace, I want you to rise again.
For my sweet child, your sorrows will lift away, hush my dear child, know that you are safe.
Hush my sweet child, No one will hurt you so, sleep my sweet child, in the softness you'll never know.
Resting my child, he will not feel agony, sleeping my child, he will not remember me.'
With the last few words, Ciel had gone to sleep. Through the crack in the door, he could see everything, Sebastian stood watching the mistress. How much he wanted to join her in that room, but he could not, for her sake and his. he walked away, butterflies flying through his chest. he shall let no one hurt the mistress or the young lord. After what they had been through, he could not let the filth of humans cover them, never let them hear any words against them, see mocking faces, never feel pity, ever again!
~ Hope you enjoyed. kinda had to cut this short because I am in sort of a rush *Rubs back of neck anxiously. Well, I hope you enjoyed it! more coming soon.
