Sebastian POV
She walked down the side-walk.
"Ashes ashes we all fall down," Lillian's singing voice met my ears from my place on a rooftop. Lethal little one," I chuckled and turned to my Lord.
"Sebastian what is she?" He asked confused.
"Master, cam you really not tell?" I knew he didn't have enough knowledge of myth to know.
"Tell me,l he ordered, apparently not amused with my question.
"They have many names omnibus, succubus, mullo, bruja, but they are most commonly known as vampires."
Lillian POV
Let the night cloak such brutality from the kind eyes of day. She need not behold such terrifying, repulsive and dastardly natures. Silence surrounded me. Silence so deep it made my ears ring. I entered the manor, it was also quiet a moth's wings' frantic flutter could be heard. Even I was silent, I didn't breathe, or think, I did not even permit heart to beat. The very moment I had stepped in to the night I turned it off so that I might complete such hateful deeds, but as I walk the sharp staccato of my heels awakened it. The steady tap held a beat for my heart to follow. First it was a slow lethargic beat . I walked down the halls to my room. Edgar had been my friend in the palace, a comrade. He knew better than any what happens to those who get in my way. Why had he been so stupid?
"Damned idiot," I mumbled, my jaw clenched tight.
"Ladies should not speak such foul language." I was chided.
"Ladies should not do a lot of things, sir."I growled rather loudly and faced Sebastian.
"Watch your tone and volume; master ,as well as the other patreants, of this manor are sleeping," his face was straight, his eyes held annoyance.
"Sebastian, a lady should have clean hands," I took off my gloves and shoved back my sleeves, showing silver nails, and a vine that grew up from my left wrist. A new silver rose stained my skin, an addition to the bush of roses. A rose for every life I had taken,"My hands are tainted with blood and they thirst for more. Be assured butler, I am no lady."
My heart beat again and I almost fell to my knees.
I killed again. A monster, I am a monster. I swallowed down my tears. The euphoria of feeding was all but forgotten but now I hungered for it. I wanted that warm sensual high. NO.
Memories of blood binges in the palace clouded my mind. How I would drink myself into incoherency, all for the sake of never feeling the low of the high. Addiction bloomed like hell in my throat. I can't let myself become the monster. Thirst tortured me like my throat was being branded. I clasp my throat trying not to breathe.
"Thirsty again? Really, young lady, this is a rather worrisome burden," Sebastian sighed. I looked up at him, hate simmering through my body. He was removing his tailcoat.
"No...I can't drink...No live drinking. I don't want the monster." Tears of blood red fell down my face. I was vulnerable, shivering, burning, crying, and cowering scared beyond belief of withdrawal. I was afraid to lose myself again to the all consuming high.
"I can't," I mumbled,"please let me have blood from a hospital."
"Why would I go out of my way for such a thing?" Sebastian smirked.
"If I stop now...it won't hurt so bad. If I continue I will be a disgusting beast, messily sampling every dish before me. Nothing but a worthless addict, I grew weary of the life long ago."
Once you drink live there is a parasite that sits in you. It grants you strength, and makes you feel like a god...as long as you feed it.
Sebastian POV
Messily sampling every dish...I had been there, it is indeed a tiresome life. To be without discipline is not freedom. It is the smallest cell, simply insufferable.
Lillian POV
I looked up and he was gone. The monster inside of me reared its ugly head, battering against my self-restraint. I gagged from the rising nausea. I had to work fast to trap myself. First I ran to the kitchen, grabbing garlic, silverware, and salt. Then I went back to my room and grabbed a necklace of mine with a cross on it and hung it on the window. Next I hung the garlic in the door, silverware and salt in a circle on the floor. With that I sat in the middle of the circle then took off my amulet and threw it out side of the circle.
I was trapped. No blood would be shed and I would not be a monster. An unattainable high is what every vampire in this world sought for. The maxed out pleasure of that very first drop of crimson. That first drop changed a vampire forever. All the things you'd say and do just for that warmth. The warmth that felt like heaven to the cold body of the dead. Crimson changes you, then again maybe it shows our true colors. It lets you indulge in desires forbidden to your sober self. I know what the blood does to me, what desires it unleashes. Sadistic thoughts plaguing my mind. Lust tainting my body. The crimson awakens such desires, the low is where all things are revealed. There is no controlling it, your morals are forgotten, abandoned with any respect you might have had for yourself or others. The things I did before my I found my light will forever haunt me.
Sebastian POV
Lillian was different from other guardians I had met. She still had her morals, her emotions. She wasn't the hollowed out vessel others seemed to be. They were all indifferent to everything not concerning their mission. They didn't care who lived or died as long as their assignment was completed.
Lillian still had her soul, it had not been wiped, but why? What was special about her? Why leave her with a personality, a memory, a sense of right and wrong when it would only impair her work ethic? I could never understand the neutral forces of this world.
Blood was easy to find, even easier to extract. I smiled thinking of the horror in the donor's eyes. Too bad she wouldn't remember a thing. I had more than enough blood to satiate Lillian's thirst, but why would she result to such methods of feeding when she had a cooperating consort. From what I hear to drink the blood from a source that is not the host's body is less than satisfactory in its taste. "The monster" is what Lillian has referred to her thirst as. Was the draw of blood less like a hunger and more like an addiction? I pondered this for a while as I mad My way back to the manor. If it was an addiction, I really should not have left her. She might use Ciel to satiate her burning thirst. Surely then, I would kill her. Lillian would die in last horrific way. She would beg for forgiveness, knowing how sweet she was. I would have her grovel. Then I might dabble in torture, taking everything her body had to offer. Her soul would suffice in place of the lost one. Perhaps she would kill a servant, personally I didn't care if she killed them. It is a wonder that they are still alive anyway, but master would be displeased if she devoured the servants so certain consequences would be in order. The punishment for such actions would be...enjoyable...for me anyway.
I entered the manor and was almost disappointed to hear every heart beat steady and healthy...Well almost all. There was one beating a fast disjointed rhythm. That heart beat had to be Lillian's. The beat went so fast it simply sounded like a continuing wavering beat. At any rate, it would seem I had begun to underestimate the little vampiress. I went to her room and as I opened the door the scent on garlic assaulted my nose. The sight of Lillian was laughable, her tortured expression, the scratch marks on her legs from outwardly showing her frustration. Her eyes held deep dark circles, and the entirety of her eyeballs were black with thirst.
"Wipe that smile off your face," she growled sitting up from her fetal position
"Are you in a bad mood? Shall I come back later?" I smiled even wider.
"Sebastian, the blood."
"Fine, but you are in debt to me."
"Debt? What are your terms?"
"More answers," I showed her the three pints of blood.
"Fine. The blood," she held out her hand for it.
"So in hopes of preserving human life you trapped yourself with your weaknesses? That is intriguing. So, salt, garlic, crosses, silver, and let's not forget the sun, can harm you. How vampires still exist with all of those weaknesses escapes me."
I taunted her, gesturing with the blood just outside the little circle, enjoying her torment.
Lillian POV
I was five seconds from breaking the barrier and kicking his ass! He thought me a caged animal, and he was right. I was a cat in a wide barred cell. He had three seconds to give me the blood.
"Mr. Sebastian I would advise you to give me the blood." I growled.
The wretch laughed at me. Rage filled my entire body, making my vision blood-red. How dare he taunt me? I am superior to him in every way, how dare he?
A mad smile graced my face revealing sharp canines. As anger filled the air around my, a ghostly wind swirled around me blowing away the salt. I stood still smiling and walked slowly to the butler. He held the blood out of my reach. He would pay for having humiliated me. I touched his face slowly and spoke soft words of seduction. I trapped him in the spell, his lips crashed down hard on mine. I took the blood from him and as he kissed down my neck I drank, restoring my strength. One by one I drained the bottles then dropped them on the floor. I had him, he was mine and he would pay for taunting me. I kissed his soft sweet lips passionately then shoved my hand into his body. He was very warm on the inside. I smiled at his grunts of pain. His mind quickly sobered and he tried to retaliate but I thrust my hand upward grasping his heart. Warm, red, decetance, spilled out of him generously. Sebastian's heart beat a disjointed rhythm in my hand.
"Sebastian, I like you, I do but you of all people should know of revenge. This is it, I am collecting mine. Do not play with me," my anger flared hot, then dissipated. I pulled out my hand and moved away. Fell to one knee.
"Oh my God!" I went back to him and tried to heal him. I had allowed myself to lose control. As I stepped closer, to apologize, excruciating pain crippled my body. I looked down, a hand was inside my body. A hand was in my body! Sebastian's hand was in my body! I deserved this much after my actions, it was the perfect punishment. I touched his face as I fell back.
"I am sorry...I deserve this...thank...You..."
With that my world turned black; I'm going home.