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Kip stood there in the rain, with Michael, who was some kind of immortal servant, bowing to her, as she called him Sebastian.
So much for clearing her head.
As Kip looked at Michael/Sebastian. She couldn't help the feeling of deja vu she got as he stared at the concrete.
"Get up. . . Get up you miserable bastard and tell me what this means!"
She held up her hand and showed him the ring.
"What do you mean 200 years? Goddammit Michael, Sebastian, whatever your name is! Tell me what the hell you're getting at!"
Kip felt a wave of nausea and dizziness wash over her. She clutched her eye and fell to her knees. The burning had come back to her with a new violence. The whole right half of her face was on fire.
Sebastian got up and walked toward her he put his icy hand on her burning flesh, forcing her to face him.
"Order me, Caterina. Order me to do as you tell me. Order me and it shall be done."
Kip had begun to shake with the effort of trying to stay conscious.
"I. . . Order you. . . To tell me everything."
Her vision started fading as he smiled.
"Yes, My Lady."
But she was already swimming in a sweet black oblivion where everything was silent and numb.
A sweet scent wafted through her mind. Her body registered soft warmth engulfing her, keeping her safe. She could remember the last time she had felt like this. . .
Lightning was splitting the sky, thunder crashing like waves.
Kip ran into her Mother's room, frightened by the loud noises.
"Momma! Can I stay in here! It's scary out there!"
She had only been five at the time and Alan was the same age. Of course he was already cuddled up to their Mother's chest.
"Of course darling, just try not to wake up daddy and Alan."
Kip quickly scuttled in between her mother and father. She laid her head down right next to Alan's on her mother's breast and smelled her mother's lavender bath soap. She had never felt so safe. The tapestry of her life was woven tightly with warm colors, not leaving anything behind.
But as reality always works, tapestries fade and come loose. And soon, there is nothing left but the graying shreds of happy memories and feelings of love.
"MOTHER!"
For the second time that day, Kip woke up in a cold sweat with a burning in her eyes. Only this time, it wasn't blood or the mark of a devil, but tears, leftover from her dream.
Sebastian was sitting there watching her, his chin resting on his fist.
"Did she really mean that much to you?"
Kip looked at her tear soaked hands remembered the low timbre of her father's laugh, the gentleness as her mother ran a brush through her hair.
"They both did."
She raised her eye to Sebastian's.
"It's only human to miss those who loved you. Because without them you realize that if you don't have them. . . You lose who you always thought you were. "
She looked back down at her hands.
"You become bitter, and broken. The world becomes dark and cruel. And then there you are. . . Realizing there is nothing you will ever be able to do to bring them back."
She twisted the ring on her thumb round and round, until the skin was rubbed raw.
"Especially when you know it was their choice."
She pressed the heel of her palm to her eye as more tears came forward, waiting for their chance to tell the different story of sadness, anger, and loss. As Kip remembered finding her father's body on the sidewalk right in front of their little wrought iron gate, blood already pooling under him.
Remembering who was sitting there, she steeled herself, but she did not wipe her face. She stared him right in the eyes with the tears staining her fair cheeks.
"But, you wouldn't know anything about grief, or loss would you?"
He only shook his head.
"Such things are unnecessary."
His complete dismissal didn't faze her. She leaned against the pillows.
"I recall you were going to explain everything. If my memory serves I ordered you too."
Sebastian stood and went to his jacket, where he pulled out a little black pocket book.
He sat down on the bed next to her without even rustling the sheets.
He opened the book to a small black and white portrait. Sebastian was standing behind a huge armchair in a black tail tuxedo, the silver pocket watch dangling from the suit pocket. Sitting in the armchair was a young boy; he couldn't have been more than 13 in old fashioned clothing with a serious expression. He had his hands folded in front of him and Kip saw the same ring that was on her finger now, resting on his thumb.
The boy. . . He looked exactly like Kip. Right down to the shape of the chin and slant of the eyes. Besides the fact that he was a boy they may as well have been the same person.
Kip took her finger and lightly traced her finger around the picture.
"Who is this?"
"That was your previous life, Ciel Phantomhive."
"You mean . . . I was this boy . . . 200 years ago?"
"Yes."
Kip looked back at the picture. She looked at his frowning mouth and somewhat bored stare. It all said,
"I am too damn important for all of you, so stay out of my sight."
She completely despised him. If he had been alive now she would have given him a thing or two to think about.
But as she stared harder it all became a vicious circle that only ended one way.
She was this boy.
He was inside her.
They shared the same soul, the same actions, and the same memories.
And she absolutely loathed the look of him.
The only way the circle came to a full stop was when she came to the same conclusion over and over again.
She was loathing the person that she had once been.
Talk about a serious case of self-hatred.
"I had a contract with Ciel Phantomhive. If I helped him get revenge on the people who killed his parents I could have his soul-."
Kip cut him off before she could even think of what to say.
"Wait. So you could have his soul? My soul? What the hell were you going to do with it?"
Sebastian looked at her full on without even blinking.
"I was going to eat it of course."
Kip could only look at him. She blinked once, twice. She had heard him just fine but somehow she couldn't wrap her head around the idea.
"So. . . You want to eat. . . My soul?"
"Precisely."
Her hands began to shake. Was she just imagining it or did he move closer to her?
"What's stopping you from taking it now?"
He took a sharp breath through his nose.
"Our contract was never fulfilled. You were killed before we had found out who had killed your parents."
"So how do you fulfill it now? My parents weren't killed by anyone. There's nothing left for you to do.
He took another breath.
"That is exactly why I found you. So we could resolve this little snag."
Kip thought for a moment. What could she have him do that was worth her soul?
She suddenly remembered.
"There is something that will fulfill our contract."
Sebastian leaned in, now he was interested.
"Four years ago, a man kidnapped my brother. We don't know who he was, Alan can't even remember him. He did something to my brother that made him the way he is now; schizophrenic, bi-polar, and extremely violent at times. I want you to find him, and kill him in the most agonizing way you know how."
She paused and took a deep breath.
"You do this and you may have my soul."
He only nodded.
Sebastian stood up to leave the room when Kip remembered one important detail.
"After you have taken my soul, you will care for Alan. You may make other contracts but you will be his guardian."
She took off the bandages on her right eye and looked straight into his. She felt it glowing as the power of her order left her lips.
"These are my orders."
He smirked and bowed to her, his contract hand glowing as brightly as her eye.
"Yes, My Lady."