Sebastian picked up the boy, cradling him in his thin, yet strong arms. The corridor was dark, and seemingly endless. It didn't matter much to the butler though; he was quite used to in. In fact, he preferred the darkness over the light anyway. His crimson eyes quickly adjusted to the dark as the light from the room behind them slowly faded to black as the door was shut.
The boy held the towel tight to his frame so that the demon wouldn't catch a glimpse, 'Although, it's already too late for that I suppose' he thought to himself. Thoughts of the butler swirled around in his head: the way he walked, how graceful his figure was, his soft facial features and those glistening wine red eyes. But better than all that yet, was his silky voice. Ciel closed his eyes and reminisced on his feathery words.
"Young Master." The voice called to him from a distance.
Lord Phantomhive had drifted into sleep and dreamt that he was surrounded by a field of white roses, his favorite, and all of his friends were there. He didn't see Sebastian, but brushed it off, knowing that he would probably be along shortly with tea. Wait, no, that couldn't be right. He was already holding a cup of freshly brewed earl grey. He looked around. "Sebastian." He called out over the rose bushes. A hand fell upon his shoulder.
"Ciel, Sebastian died a few weeks ago. Why don't you remember, we buried him and you cried for ages." came a calm, warm voice of a woman. The child dare not turn, in fear that he would not like the result. Against his better judgment, he turned anyway. His gaze met deep blue eyes, just like his own, and a kind smile.
"Don't tell me you've forgotten your own mother." She said, the smile slowly slipping into a frown "Ciel, there is nothing wrong with your eye, enough with your pirate games, let's head inside to have lunch with your father."
"Father's alive?!" he inquired, shocked to hear this fact
"Yes, of course silly, you saw him this morning, don't you remember?" Rachel asked her son "No matter, come along Tanaka will be serving us shortly." She took hold of his hand and walked him back into the manor.
Sebastian looked down at the smiling face of his master as he laid him on the bed, and tucked the blanket around him to make sure he wasn't cold. He lit a few candles, which he placed on the mount and walked over, shutting the drapes. He turned and headed for the door.
The warmth that was there vanished and everything in his world turned dark, and cold. It began to crumble around him. A storm raged over head and he heard his mother and father call to him. He searched for them, through the rubble. Pain shot through his right eye socket. He instinctively grabbed at it and felt sand pouring from it. He grasped at the gaping hole in his face "This can't be happening." He shouted. A small bark was heard. He turned and saw the rotting corpse of his dog, Sebastian. Terror filled the boy 'There's no way a corpse can be reanimated.' He tried convincing himself. His parents' voices came again, closer this time. Sebastian approached his master, maggots falling from open skin and eye sockets, bone poking through and missing skin.
"Stay away from me!" he shouted, beginning to run in the other direction. He hadn't run very far before running into something cold and solid. He fell backward and peered up. One figure was before him. Stitches lined its' skin and blood oozed from the wounds. The creature's skin was slightly different shades. Not one person… Two… "Ciel, it's okay. We're here." Their voices were mashed into one horribly disgusting one and his parents reached for him. Grabbing his chin, the arm raised his head to meet the eyes; one of Rachel's, and the other Vincent's.
Ciel shot up screaming and panting from the nightmare. He saw Sebastian reach for the handle. "Sebastian! Please, don't go." He called out. "Stay in here with me tonight." It was more of a request than an order.
Sebastian turned "Yes, my lord." He strode across the room, back to his master's side.
Ciel thought about the horrible sights in his dream and about when they started occurring. Had the warmth and friendliness of the dream crumbled because Sebastian was going to leave the room? What did this mean? Would he ever be able to sleep in his quarters by himself again?
"Young Master." The earl of Phantomhive was pulled from his thoughts and questions. "Yes Sebastian, what is it?" he asked rudely.
"It seems you're shivering my lord, could it be perhaps because you are cold?"
"I suppose, but there's nothing you could do about that." He replied, pausing a moment. He threw back the covers. "Come lay beside me Sebastian." He ordered, scooting over so the demon had adequate room..