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"Yes my lord" at this a nearly identical smirk slid across the male faces and Ciel laughed. With a jerk of his head his flicked the bangs out of his eyes and Sebastian went to draw the bath.
"Let the games begin"
Meylene blinked awake looking up at the wooden beams of the ceiling as she regained consciousness. She took notice of the dull throbbing in her upper right arm and the memories of the incident came flooding back
to her at a fast pace. She relaxed as she also recalled that she had indeed found Ceil well and safe. Pressing her cheek against the pillow she looked towards the doorway as it creaked open and her two companions
entered. Worry coursed through her quickly as she noticed Sebastian was carrying the young boy who had a wrap of bandages around his head. 'Ah yes the concussion'
"I see that you have awoken. How are you feeling?" Ceil said sliding to his feet slowly as Sebastian set him down at her bedside. With brown eyes she looked around to double check that they were indeed alone and
she smiled.
"I am fine young master, now that I have seen that you are fine as well" she smiled her eyes welling up with tears of relief. Ceil looked unsure of what to do with the quiet crying women.
"u-um yes" he patted her hand "I'm fine" at this he smiled slightly "Sebastian told me everything and I want to thank you. You went beyond what is expected of a servant to do"
"Of course young master" she smiled her fingers locking around his small ones "….I…" she paused and seemed to struggle with her choice of words but smiled "Well I am a Phantomhive maid after all."
The smirk that slid over the boys face was nothing short of cocky. "Of course, I ordered Sebastian to hire the best"
She smiled at this and her eyes drifted to the bandaging "Your head"
"It wasn't bad enough to be a concussion the doctor said, Just a cut that welted….Though I'm still not allowed to walk anywhere" he scowled in disgust.
"Did anybody suspect anything" she asked quietly chuckeling.
"As in what?" Sebastian asked and Meylene pointed to the blonde haired wig that the phantomhive boy wore.
"Ahh…no…that really wasn't a problem this time….he was seen separately. I took him to a doctor that has seen him since he was a babe. His clinic is not far from here"
Creak….
The trio's personality and positioning immediately changed as the door opened signifying that they were no longer alone. The brunette doctor paused in the doorway as he saw that the women he had left alone was
no longer by herself. Her dark haired husband sat on the chair beside the bed while her young child lay on the bed next to her, horizontally, his arms folded on her stomach, chin propped up as she stroked the top of
his blonde head.
The doctor smiled "Well nice to see you awake Mrs. Burchard"
She smiled his way "thank you"
"How are you feeling?"
"Just a little tired but other than that I am quite alright" she insisted and the older man merely smiled
"Ah I'll be the judge of that maam" he headed to the bed medical bag in hand causing the other two males in the room to move to the side. Ceil tapped his foot impatiently against the wood planked floor as he
waited. Stepping back with a sigh the doctor smiled "Well you are out of immediate danger, though you have the slightest fever I'd like you to stay in bed till at least mid day today and sleep just as a precaution"
"So we can still go to the play together than right mother?" Ceil asked and Meylene nodded
"Of course sweetheart that isn't till around eight o'clock" she smiled and the boy mimicked the action
"But in the mean time she needs rest" the doctor said snapping his bag shut and straightened "So you might want to head out of here soon and let her sleep. I shall be back one more time at about noon Mrs.
Burchard" he said putting his hat back on and then left the room.
At the closing of the door the three relaxed considerably in the glow of the candlelight.
"Play?" Meylene asked looking towards the blonde haired boy.
"Yes apparently there is a play tonight and it is as highly attended if not more so than the boating ride yesterday….and he definitely showed up yesterday with so many in attendance so no doubt he'll show up for
another large event and cause mayhem. We just have to see if we can catch him" Ciel said getting to the floor.
"Now, let's head upstairs cause you'll need sleep before we head out to began to work" Sebastian said and the boy shrugged him off
"I'll head upstairs first and you fill Meylene in with what you told me" he ordered and headed for the door.
"Yes my lord" he bowed and only straightened when the door closed with a click behind the boy. The red headed women turned her attention back to the butler waiting. He sighed turning back around and sat down.
"So I take that this was all planned then" Meylene stated sinking back into the pillows on the bed and he nodded.
"It is about four am you've been asleep since about two oclock yesterday. When I returned to where I had found Ceil the body of the man I had killed was no longer there and I was unable to trace it. I checked out
the small dam and mill that had been installed to prevent such an occurrence to find that the ropes had been cut. And at the scene I once again found a dagger and a lock of red hair"
"Were we the only ones on the river?"
"Yes by the time the dam was released it seems as if everybody had already headed in for afternoon tea and it was only your boat"
"So at least we know that he's being choosey about when he's letting all this happen"
"it seems as if that is the case?"
"Can we assume that he does not wish to harm bystanders due to the incident."
"I would not jump to a conclusion like that so quickly"
"But if he wasent so choosy then he could have struck at any time and whipped out a bunch of people at once causing more chaos and therefore allowing less of a suspicion"
"Well that is possible" Sebastian agreed his chin coming to rest on his gloved knuckles "But he could have also done it at that time to make it less of chance that he would be stopped due to the fact that everyone was away at afternoon tea"
"But that also could be his downfall" Meylene concluded her eyes brightening with realization. Inhuman eyes trained on the women in questioning and she flushed avoiding his gaze to look at her hands for a second
before looking back up to his. "Well, assuming that the murderer is indeed a member at the convention cant we check the records. I mean they have been taking attendance records and if we could get a hold of those
records we can check for those who weren't at the tea yesterday and possibly narrow down the suspects."
"…that's actually a good point Meylene…but there's simply one problem. We have absolutely no idea if the murderer is an attendee of the convention, an outsider or an assassin for hire"
"I highly doubt that it is an assassin for hire" She said firmly as she ran her hands through her hair. He watched the movement his eyes following her hands before falling back to her face waiting for an explanation.
"I'm saying this from experience Sebastian. Assassins are hired for the sole purpose of murdering in the dark. Trained to wipe out the target as quickly and neatly as possible. Meant to leave not a trace or anything
that could be used as clue against them or their current boss" she stated and he responded with a nod.
"I do not doubt your reasoning one bit and all situations so far rule out the fact that it is an outsider so that leaves the fact of them being an attendee." With that he stood up "Alright you rest and ill tend to the
master. I'll be back to fetch you when the doctor permits your leave" With that he turned on his heel and left the room…..
That evening….
Time: 845pm
Scheduled Play start: 915pm
Meylene finished off getting dressed as she twisted her red hair back into a tidy not at the nape of her neck securing it with a decorative hair pin. Grabbing her hat she ascended the stairs quickly hoisting up the
lavender skirts of her evening gown to meet her son and husband that sat down inside the lobby waiting for her. Her brown orbs locked on the man who stood to offer her his arm, his head tilted to the side as he
smiled. To the untrained eye Sebastian was merely glad to see the women but to the ex assassin she caught the slight shake of his hair 'dammit checking the list was an absolute waste of time' she concluded
also taking in the slightly surely mood the young boy was in as well. 'This is taking a lot longer than he had planned for and he is becoming unhappy about it' her hand rested on top of his head and she
gave him a reassuring smile which he merely turned away from with a scowl. She heaved a sigh and turned forward as they followed the crowd heading out of the courtyard and down the street to a side meadow
where a collapsible play stage had been set up.
'really what a simpleton set up. This is absolutely a joke. To think that nobles such as I are expected to sit in such conditions and watch what is most likely a amateur run play' he eyed the stage
with contempt a scowl covering his features as they fell upon the benches that were merely logs that had been chopped into decent sizes and lined up like theatre seats out in the grass.
"Ahh how cute" Meylene exclaimed breaking his thoughts and her two male companions stared at her, one in disgust and the other in pure amusement. "I haven't been to one of these since I was little girl back in
Scotland. They are much more popular over there than here in England" she continued quietly. Ceil merely watched her and sighed as they came to sit down on one of the makeshift benches. She tucked her skirt
beneath herself as she sat in the middle of an annoyed lord and a bored butler. She hummed quietly fanning herself as she watched the families milling around them.
9:10…
"Ohhh I'm so excited" Meylene giggled and Ceil merely grunted as he was slumped over propping his chin in his hands with a scowl on his mouth.
"Ceil no slouching!" she scolded and he scowled at her but straightened anyways his father 'coughing' into his fist causing the boys anger to rile up inside of him.
"Sebastian be polite!" she snipped and whacked the butlers arm with her fan causing the boy to smirk and the man to glare. The rule enforcer merely smiled in triumph. She clapped her hands in excitement and those
around her followed suit as the candles that lit the areas around the seating were being blown out out and lights flickered on up on the stage. A man dressed in black and stepped forward as he began to speak:
"Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend." (shakespere)
Ceil heaved a silent sigh 'I saw this play in London merely a month ago. This looks like an amateurs redo of it. Pathetic.' The hell bound boy let his thoughts drift off to other matters at hand whilst Meylene
beside him leaned forward ever so slightly as she was diligent with her focus.
"'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!" (shakespere)
Ceil felt his head bobbing, up and down as he fought against the wave of sleep that threatened his consciousness. Sleepy eyes widened as small hand pulled him the side so his head rested in a soft lap. His cheeks
flamed red and he scowled in protest but stilled as Meylene hand rested on his shoulder whispering just under her breath. "Oh, hush thee, my baby; Thy sire was a knight, Thy mother a lady, both lovely and bright; the woods and the glens…"
"hn" he let his eyes fall shut and allowed sleep to take him 'Sebastian is here'
"Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady-Lord,
Lord! when 'twas a little prating thing:-O, there
is a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain
lay knife aboard; but she, good soul, had as lief
see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her
sometimes…" (shakespere)
Sebastian watched the scene beside him take place while pretending to be pay attention to the play in front of him. Though he had to admit what was happening beside him entertained him much more than the
amateur performance on the stage. He watched the young phantomhive boy sleep in the lap of his maid as she protectively stroked his thin arm and watched the actors. Yes much more entertained by the unusua
l scene was Sebastian that was until there was a blood curdling from behind the curtain, that's when everybody and everything lost it.
Ceil jerked to consciousness horrified eyes looking at the stages as all the women screamed recoiling away from the stage.
Thump…thump…thump, feet hitting the wall of the stage only to swinging away and hit it again. The sound belonging to heel strapped feet, belonging to a outfit of stage proportions belonging to a red headed women
whose life now belonged to the reapers and the noose that was tied around her neck. The actress who played Juliet had pushed her death scene a little forward in the plot and forsaken stabbing for a hanging. The
curtains dropped quickly covering the suspended corpse as the manger came on stage sweating like a pig with nervousness.
"L-ladies and Gentleman I-" he was interrupted as the ground shook and the air erupted with screams.
"FIRE!" came the yell from behind stage, and with that all hell broke loose. The crowd surged up like a flock of panic stricken sheep scattering away from the jaws of a salivating coyote as the stage caught flames and roared into the sky.
"CEIL! SEBASTIAN!" Meylene screamed as she was knocked backwards and caught in the swarm of bodies. She winced throwing up her arms to block random hands and elbows that struck out of nowhere as instinct
of those took over the people around her. All sense of order and culture left the mind like the bird from the nest. Losing her balance she felt her body strike the ground and she rolled away from the stampeding feet
only to have to scramble away from the log seat that had not caught on fire from the one next to it.
Stumbling back she pushed away her hair which had fallen out of the bun to curl around her face as she coughed holding a handkerchief to her mouth and nose as her brown eyes quivered in distress fully taking in
her surroundings and situation. She was no longer in danger of the fleeing crowd, but was not in any better position in the least, for now she was trapped in a ring of fire…
Ceil clung to Sebastian as the butler dashed in and out of bodies with demon like speed offering the panicking humans no chance at even bumping into them as he escaped the crowd. With catlike reflexes Sebastian
lifted their bodies into the air and out to the street beside the meadow landing without the slightest turbulence.
"What is going on?" Ceil demanded an answer as he was set upon the ground.
"I am not sure…but I will find out."
"But first!" Ceil said quickly and demon eyes flew to his. "I order you to find Meylene and bring her back here immediately!"
The butler merely smiled and bowed "Yes…my lord" and like the wind the pale skinned man was gone. Ceil leaned against a tree rubbing at his forehead in annoyance.
"Hehehe"
The young lord jerked to his feet and spun around "Whose there!"
"…."
"Show yourself!"
"hehe"
"Don't mock me dammit!"
"hehe…she's mine"
Ceil stiffened "What in hell's name are you talking about! Stop being a coward and show yourself!" he shouted and he was only met with silence….
Meylene shifted from foot to foot her eyes stinging in the smoke but she strained to keep them open as she looked for a way out. Fear began to seize her mind just like the smoke was to her lungs. 'Im trapped!
There's no way out! I'm either going to suffocate or burn to death!' she fell to her knees coughing violently into the handkerchief her breathing turning to wheezing. Her watering eyes scanned the rushing
shadows outside the fire as people continued to flee 's-somebody help' Suddenly she found two figure like shadows that weren't rushing by. 'h-h-help' limp as a rag dog she fell forward hitting the ground as she
watched the smaller of the two shadows turn to the tall one. It seemed to be saying something and the taller one bowed as the small one disappeared . The last thing she heard before the lack of oxygen stole her
consciousness was the hushed background yells of the crowd, the roaring of the fire and a strong masculine voice.
"Yes….Your Highness"
CITATION:
"Romeo and Juliet: Entire Play." The Complete Works of William Shakespeare. Web. 20 Nov. 2011. .edu/romeo_.
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