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"She went missing, you say?" Earl Ciel Phantomhive asked, leaning forward slightly. Elizabeth Middleford nodded sorrowfully, her gloved hands against her chest as her maid, Paula, stood beside her, looking just as worried. By the fireplace, Sebastian stood silently. "What…what should we do?" As she spoke, Elizabeth began to cry, and Paula frowned. "Milady.." The black-clad butler leaned over to the brunette maid to whisper. "Please attend her to her room. I will bring some warm milk later." "S-Sure." Paula turned to her lady, speaking softly. "Now, Milady. Let me attend you." With the blonde crying quietly, the pair left the room, leaving silence in their wake.
Sebastian turned to his master, face grim. "Traces of hypnotic drugs have been detected in the room." The Earl looked down, his hands crossed. "The perpetrator must have put her to sleep and taken her." Then, with a dark smirk, Ciel Phantomhive raised his eyes to meet the demon's. "Quite a daring criminal I must say. He even managed to fool you." Sebastian didn't even blink at the taunt. Unfazed, he bowed briefly. "Many apologies. I was entertaining the guests in the hall, as ordered." "Tch." The bluenette's eyebrows furrowed. "Abduction of a guest will most certainly blemish the Phantomhives' reputation as the Queen's Watchdog." He raised his head and commanded. "I order you, Sebastian. Retrieve her!" Red eyes flashed for a moment.
"Yes, my lord."
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Water splashed and the motor hummed as the large cruise ship made it's way through the water, the sinking sun bathing the scene in lavender. In a secluded room, the faint dusk light peeked through the windows, onto the soft velvet seats and mahogany table. "We are finally alone, my song thrush." A blonde man spoke gently to his sleeping guest, a white mask covering his face. "I have been following you even since you stole my heart at the ball the other day." He held the delicate hand of the woman, watching her, talking to her as if he hadn't knocked her out and kidnapped her. As if they were spending quality time together. "What a naughty little songbird-you infatuate me so much!" His white gloved hand stroked her bent head lightly as she lay limp in the wheelchair beside him. His voice rose and sank, as if he were singing. Hugging the woman, he murmured. "Relax. No one can come after us. I built this luxurious ship just for you, Chirp of the Song Thrush." The man stood, throwing his arms in the air. "Let us head to an island in the south! Let us sail away, and it will be just the two of us!"
"If you wish to leave, please do so by yourself." An suave voice interrupted the man's speech. "You are.." In the doorway, the figure in black stood, his posture perfect. "So it was you, Viscount Dru-" Before he could finish, the Viscount interrupted. "I am a Venus' messenger, the Masked Viscount!" He raised a large, elegantly designed gun towards the butler and pulled the trigger. Sebastian lunged forward as the bullet bounced off of his silver culinary knife. This time the demon butler raised his voice. "Let me retrieve the lady from you, Masked Viscount!" The gun still aimed at Sebastian and the other hand holding the sleeping brunette by her waist, Druitt sighed dramatically. "So our love cannot be, after all." He lowered the gun and brought out a tall bottle with a skull on it. "So be it!" Sebastian smirked lightly, seeming unfazed. "Oh, is that poison?" Looking towards the woman in his arms, the man held the bottle in the air, ignoring the butler across from him. "My song thrush, let's go together to heaven where no one can pursue us!" He began to pull out the cork of the bottle when the door on their right side crashed down suddenly, causing dust to raise in clouds. "Don't go just yet, DEATH!~" Sebastian froze momentarily as an annoying voice called out. It was him. The butler's face twisted in disgust. After posing, a red-haired reaper exclaimed. "She is scheduled to die tomorrow, so you can't kill her jut yet." He wagged his finger and grinned, revealing his sharp, inhuman teeth. "Grell." The reaper, Grell, turned to glance at the butler, and raised his hands in the air, squealing like a lovestruck school-girl. "Oh, Sebastian!" The red head went immediately to the demon's side, a blush on his cheeks. "What a coincidence to see you here! Mm!" While the reaper fawned over the repulsed butler, the Viscount opened a secret compartment by his head on the wall, revealing a switch. He pulled it, and white gas steamed into the room, masking both him and the woman from the mens' sight. "I won't let anyone interfere with our love!" When the smoke cleared, Druitt and his victim were gone. "Milady!"
The Viscount stood at the top of the pole which rose above the rest of the ship. A smile was perched on his lips, and he held the woman gently. Despite the immense danger and height, he appeared calm. "Fear not. We're together." He lifted a stick of dynamite, which had already been lit. Below, on the ship's deck, Sebastian and Grell ran out, looking at the pair above. "Is he trying to take her with him?" Grell complained, frowning. "What an annoying prick!" Viscount, holding both the lit dynamite and the brunette, yelled out. "As we live an impossible love, we shall be pronounced man and wife in heaven….as were Tristan and Iseult!" He bent down to the sleeping woman's face and whispered. "Let's end this dream and leave, my song thrush."
"As I said before," Sebastian called up, and without hesitating expertly threw a knife towards the pair above, "if you wish to leave, please do so by yourself." The knife cut the string which held the lighted fuse, putting it out instantly. Grell simply stared at Sebastian with adoring eyes, hearts practically floating around him. Viscount let out a sound of frustration. "You're turning me on, Sebastian.~" Grell grinned, sounding like some twisted pervert. Sebastian's lip curled in revulsion. The reaper lifted his spinning weapon, the chainsaw, and ran towards the pole base. "I'm so turned on! Check out my death scythe; It's spinning like crazy!" The scythe easily cut through the thick pole, and it began to slide, then tilt towards the calm waters below.
"I-Impossible!" Druitt exclaimed, panic clear in his voice. He let out a shrill scream as the pole fell, and he threw his arms in the air. His victim, still unconscious, fell through the air beside him. Sebastian ran up the falling pole with inhuman speed, jumping to catch the lady out of the air. The Viscount tried to reach for her, but Sebastian had already secured her in his grasp. "My song thrush, I love-" Druitt yelled as he neared the water, his words cut off with a large splash. The pole followed the blonde man, sinking into the water.
Sebastian landed safely on the deck, of course, with the woman laying in his arms bridal style. Standing dramatically on the stump of the pole, Grell smirked. "A mere messenger of Venus can't possible win against a grim reaper."