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Weeks went by in a blur. Kip wandered through life as if in a waking dream.
She would wake up, check on Alan, sleep, repeat.
Professor Adni watched this cycle, both of them hardly ate, though Alan seemed to be doing better.
Adni felt slightly guilty about the part he played, so he decided to not ask questions, even after Kip showed up at his door soaking wet, smelling of sewage, carrying a half dead Alan on her back.
They were just kids after all.
Everyday he watched as Kip would sit by her brother's bed for hours as he slept, and today was no different. He left her that way when he went to work, fairly certain, just like any other day, he would find her in the exact same place when he returned.
Kip
Kip was always on edge. She felt her entire body had turned into this giant knot of muscle and bone it hurt to move anymore, but she knew if she let her guard down for any amount of time . . .
He would return.
The golden eyed monster who now haunted her every moment.
To appease Adni, she would pretend to sleep, but in all honesty her dreams were haunted by the memories that could have never been her own. She would feel herself drowning in Ciel Phantomhive's past, and she would begin to lose herself. Because of this she trained herself to never sleep, but still, somewhat, function.
"How are doing Bud?"
Alan smiled up at her and held out a drawing, they had found that he had quite a talent for it.
"Look at this one! Don't you wish we could live in a place like this?"
She took the drawing and found a very detailed sketch of a ballroom, it was very gaudy, not her taste, but very elegant all the same. People in different costumes and masks swirled around the floor in delightful patterns.
Her head began to hurt, and music began to play in her mind as the figures began to move across the paper. Fantastic shades of red and gold began to saturate the drawing.
She quickly set it on the bed as if it had started on fire.
"What would you want to live there for? I think you and I would get lost in there!"
She forced a laugh that even sounded pained to her. But if he caught it, Alan didn't show and he laughed as well.
"Someday Kippy, I'll buy you the most beautiful house. It'll be somewhere in the country, far away from London. Just you and I."
Alan had the dreamy look on his face that brought back childhood memories of the days when they would go visit their aunt and uncle in Wales. They would lie on top of great rolling hills and talk of what could be beyond the sky.
Kip wished with all her heart they could go there now.
She got up from the chair beside his bed and kissed his forehead, after that she laid down beside him, curling into his small form.
"What's wrong Kippy?"
She only smiled up at his confused face.
"Nothing Bud . . . I just like it here with you."
He smiled and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
It was a rare moment of peace for them. Amid all the commotion and excitement it had been hard to find one.
And for once in a very long time, dreams of unlived memories did not haunt her dreams, as she drifted off to the sound of Alan's heartbeat.
A loud knocking awoke Kip from her deep slumber, Alan merely rolled over and buried his head deeper into his pillow.
She slowly got up so not to wake him and went to the front of the house.
Putting her revolver in the waistband of her jeans she unbolted the door.
A heavy weight fell in on her, nearly bringing her to the ground, but she got a good grip and laid the figure down on the floor.
It was Sebastian, and he was bleeding heavily from looked like a wound in his stomach.
"Good Lord . . ."
He opened his eyes, his breathing was ragged, a thin trail of blood snaked from his mouth.
"It's. . . Infected. . . Ashes . . ."
Kip had no idea what the hell he was talking about, but decided it really didn't matter.
She ripped his shirt open and a rotten stench hit her like a ton of bricks. The wound was deep, blood and pus seeped from the opening, the skin around it tinted black.
"You damned fool! I thought you supposed to know how to take care of shit like this!"
He didn't respond.
"Damn it damn it damn it damn it DAMN IT!"
She took a deep breath and ran to the bathroom, she brought all the medical supplies she could find.
"I hope this stings you ungrateful bastard."
She poured a mixture of rubbing alcohol and hydrogen peroxide over the opening.
Absolutely nothing happened.
Shit.
"What the hell happened?"
His voice was hoarse, and she had to lean in to hear him.
"Sword was covered in. . . Ashes. . . Of a priest."
He sucked in a breath as she pressed his ripped shirt to the gash to try and stop the bleeding.
"And what the hell do I do about that? And if you say Holy water I will scream."
He shook his head.
"This is a Holy wound, therefore, you need an unholy remedy . . ."
The demon reached a hand up and touched her contracted eye.
It dawned on her.
His power, his seal, was engraved on her.
Her eye was the unholy remedy.
"Tears shed from pain are the most potent . . ."
"You sick fuck. . . I should just throw you back outside and let you die."
"You do that and you are at the mercy of him."
Her heart quickened. Sebastian was blackmailing her.
Although he was right. . . She didn't stand a chance in hell with out him.
"The only reason I do this is so I can kill you myself."
She thought of Alan in the next room, his tantrums. She thought of her mother's funeral, and the blood pooling beneath her father's head as he lie on the sidewalk.
She thought of the months she spent thinking Alan was dead. The look on his face when he had come back to her.
Her screams when they had taken Alan away from her.
Kip's eyes burned, she had cried so much in these past few months, it disgusted her, but these tears were different; they seared their tracks onto her skin as they fell.
She tipped her head so the tears from her contract fell on the open wound, the flesh began to sizzle and Sebastian grit his teeth.
The smell was terrible, it made her want to dry heave, but she kept a straight face as the pain that she had successfully numbed, spilt forth.
After a few moments, the skin over the wound had melded its way back together, and Sebastian was able to sit up.
"How delicious . . ."
Though he said this in no more than a whisper, it earned him a slap from Kip, who's eyes were now dry.
"Don't say such disgusting things you bastard."
He smirked and helped her tie her eye patch back on.
Without looking at him she got up from the floor, took off her sweatshirt and handed it to him.
"Put it on."
He, being ever obedient, complied.
She sat down in the armchair that was usually reserved for Adni and crossed her legs.
"You will tell me everything."
He put his hand over his heart.
"If you don't I'll blow a hole in you for every detail you leave out."
He smirked as he bowed before her.
"Yes, My Lady."
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