I haven't really edited this chapter well...so...hehe...Enjoy! :P
Simply One Hell of a Writer
"Onee-sama, I'm so glad you're all right!"
I was in the Earl's manor once more, laying in the bed which had been set out for me. Elizabeth, with a relived smile and clasped hands, sat beside the bed, along with Ciel. Oddly enough, even Prince Soma, the one who had 'proposed' to me, and Lau were standing in the room. Were they really worried?..No, that was ridiculous. I must be growing soft; This place, these people, I'm letting them affect me. I need to finish this job, once and for all. Soon.
Ciel, or the target, as I should refer to him, straightened and lost his polite smile, glancing over towards his fiancee. "Lizzy, let her rest a bit." "Sure." Elizabeth nodded, and stood, but not before sending me a concerned look. Something in my chest tightened rather painfully, and I tried to ignore it. The weird emotions had been tanking over my thoughts ever since I had awoken in Sebastian's arms. With all the talk of the supernatural, and it's actuality, my mind was muddled enough. I held in a sigh, simply pressing my lips together in a small grimace. I must be becoming rusty, I shouldn't be feeling at all, let alone becoming confused by such things. Although, I supposed I had good reason to be…confused, for a lack of better words, about the man, Will's, words. He sounded absolutely mad! Talking of collecting souls like he was the Grim Reaper! What had unnerved me, though, was the fact that Sebastian and the perverted red-head, Grell, had reacted as if this Will made sense!
As I tried to clear out the thoughts which buzzed in my head, 'my visitors' must have filed out of the room already. A voice, Lau's I believe, made me blink. "My, my, that was quite a misadventure for her." If only you knew. Prince Soma added, "Look at how cute she is. No wonder someone kidnapped her." This made my face burn lightly. What was it with these people and how 'cute' I looked! Footsteps faded away, indicating that they left their spot in front of the closed door. I slowly sat up, pushing the pallid covers off of me. I needed to complete my assignment and now. Otherwise…I wasn't sure what would happen. I clenched my fist for a moment, letting the self frustration out silently, then stood.
My knife was securely tucked into my corset, ready for use.
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The door creaked ever so slightly as I pushed it open. I hesitated for a split second before moving into the room. Move in for the kill. The boy lay in oversized chair, promptly asleep. A quick scan of the room showed I was alone with him. Perfect. I pushed all thoughts, all doubts which I shouldn't of had, out of my head, as I had done so easily so many times before. Reaching into my corset, I pulled out the designed blade, made jus for me. It felt so right in my hand, as if I had been born to the it's bearer. Just as I had flicked open the blade, a voice spoke from behind. "Please do not wake him." What? I hadn't heard anyone coming! In he back of my mind, a voice whispered. Demon….
I lowered the knife behind me, out of the person's sight, and turned to see Sebastian. One hand was on his waist, the other holding a clothe. He wore a frown, while I forced my features to turned confused, and blank. "Young Maste had to entertain all guests by himself while I was away." Sebastian moved forward towards Ciel, and I subtly moved my own body to conceal the blade in my hand. My heart seemed to beat overtime. Damn him, he ruined it all! Maybe I would have to kill him as well…..For some reason, that thought made me wary. He was only a butler though,….right? Meanwhile, Sebastian continued. "It seems he was even wary to conceal what had happened in the mansion." I studied the boy's far for a moment; He looked almost…peaceful. Sebastian placed the clothe, a blanket, gently over Ciel's sleeping figure, his expression unreadable as he whispered. "My apologies, young master."
Sebastian straightened, and I swear as he glanced towards my hidden hand, that he knew about my weapon. "Would you like to know how?" I fought the urge to stiffen, or show any sign of the subtle panic taking over. Calm. Focus. Focus..Breathe. "I took the liberty of hearing your conversation over the phone."
…Damn it! So much for being calm. Damn it, Damn it, Damn it! Full blown panic took over. Sebastian advanced towards me, and I couldn't stop my heart from racing been faster. Damn it! The sense of dread was becoming overwhelming. "I first noticed the supple build of your body and the strong scent of death emitting from your skin." He smirked, and his ruby eyes seemed to darken and glow all at once. "Indeed, you are an assassin hired by the Ferro family." H-How does he know that?! No one had ever been able to see through my disguise. Scent of death emitting from my skin?…My breath quickened, and I could feel my eyes widening. Sebastian, smirking, continued as if I had not reacted.
How did he know?! "You are one wicked person to infiltrate the Phantomhives by manipulating Lady Elizabeth." He moved to my left side, leaning over to peer obviously at the blade. My grip tightened on it, but I felt frozen in my spot. Horror and outright shock kept me from moving away, as I should have. "No wonder you are so helpless in a mansion or at a tea party." A surge of anger went through me - How dare he?! - And I lunged towards him, aiming the knife right for his heart. I would be sure to cut out his heart, quickly and painfully.
He grabbed my wrist, stopping the blade just in front of his prim and proper suit. Damn it! "It was well worth giving you a tour of the mansion." His grip on my wrist tightened as he spoke, and it began to ache. Another shock went through me as I realized that at this rate, my wrist would break soon. My inner cursing increased and real fear of which I hadn't felt in so long coursed through me. "Now that you have come here, I can annihilate you with no one noticing." He was going to kill me. But that wasn't what scared me the most. What truly sent fear running deep into me, from those shining, blood-red eyes, was…I couldn't stop him. I just knew it, in my gut. A sharper pain went through my wrist as his hand tightened, and I was forced to drop my knife. It landed on the floor with a clatter that seemed too loud.
I was spun around so that my back was pressed against him, and his arm was securely around my throat. His hand still held my aching wrist, though. "Where may you be headed?" He asked, still sounded ever calm. He was going to kill me. Despite myself, I found myself thinking, mentally answering his question. I'm going to Hell; Heaven would never accept someone like me.
I'm going to die. And this butler, this Sebastian,….whatever he is…is going to be the one to kill me. A butler!…But….
He's not just a butler, is he?