"Why?" Lydia looked down at her desk, her voice brimmed insanity. Her red hair dropped down to cover her eyes. "Why? It seems to be the question everyone asks, how about you try something new?" she said in a sing-song voice
Minutes passed between us, neither of us broke the silence. A drop hit the large wooden desk and shattered our silence. Then another. Lydia's breath hitched, but I didn't know what to do.
"Because until eight years ago Lydia Slade didn't exist! Because eight years ago I died and Lydia Slade was born. And my secret is mine alone. No one else's burden to bear. Not yours, not Alti's, not Alois's, not anyone's but mine. Do you understand?"
"No, I won't accept that answer." I continue, "I know there's a secret that is dying to get out and I can tell you're on edge. One for burden won't change who I am."
"That might be, but it will change who I am. I can't open up that cage; the monster inside it will eat me alive."
"No! Lydia I won't let anyone or anything hurt you." I reassure her. I've never felt such a connection with another person before. It makes my heart beat faster and my blood run cold and hot at the same time.
"Do you think I'm stupid enough not to see through petty lies?! My life has been a lie. And no matter how well I conceal it, people will always snoop around the corner, peek through the curtain. You want to know why people mysteriously die. Because I kill them; because they found the truth. And now so have you, but I don't want to live this lie anymore. I'm goling to let you go; let you run off and tell the queen. I'm done. I'm bloody done. Because you see Earl, Phantomhive, you may be royalty on the chessboard, but in this house of cards, I wear the crown."
Lydia's smirk. When she looked up at me her once lively green eyes were dark and cold. That was it. Lydia had gone bloody insane. She pushed her chair back and stood, I was too shocked to command Sebastian and I winced as she dropped her sword and simply ran out of the room leaving my mouth wide open and my eyes wide.
*Lydia POV*
I smirked. I smirked at how the irony had played out. I watched my parents starve to death because of the tax that the Slade family introduced. I killed the Earl and Lady Slade for my revenge along with their daughter. I killed all the staff who knew the truth. I even faked my contract with Alti! He only helped me because he watched me kill all those people and he was a distant relative from many generations ago. Then I killed anybody who found the truth, who saw through my lie. And now, Ciel Phantomhive knew, and there was no way in heaven or hell that I would be able to kill him. He would tell the queen, I would be killed promptly no questions asked. I would rot in hell along with the real Slade family. But I had no regrets. I killed who deserved to be killed. And if I am going to die. So be it.
(A/N I know this is a short chapter and I wanted your peoples' opinions on how the story will progress like how Lydia, Ciel, or Alois will end up and wheather Lydia dies! Ciao