Chapter three
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"His name is Claude, The Butler of Alois Trancy, posing as your driver last night...however I can't imagine why..." he trailed off. I furrowed my brow, looking down at the ground as we walked.
Why would they do something like that? Is it possible that they know? No, they couldn't, nobody knows.
I allowed Sebastian to lead me to the carriage where I sat across from Ceil; most of the ride was in silence as I stared out my window, flashes of the night before invading me. It felt so real it felt like it was happening all over again.
"Crystal." Ceil asked, his voice piercing my thoughts. "Are you alright?" I nodded vaguely.
"Oh, yes, I'm sorry to worry you...I am perfectly fine, thank you." I said quickly, flashing him a smile. His deep blue eyes examined me a moment as if knowing I was lying. He ripped his gaze away from me, turning back to the window.
"We're here." he mumbled, right before the carriage slowed to a stop in front of a large manor. Ceil stepped out first, taking me by the hand and helping me off the carriage before leading me up the front steps to the door. The door swung open before he could knock. Standing in the doorway was a short blonde haired boy wearing a purple overcoat and a purple hat, a white dress shirt peeking out of the green and black striped vest. he must be Alois, I thought he smiled at me hungrily, I turned wanted to edge away from him defensively, feeling my skin crawl under his gaze, something was horribly wrong with that child.
Beside him was his butler, the tall dark haired and golden eyed man from the night before. He smirked at me, his golden eyes flashing as if he sensed my raging fear and nervousness. What were they up to? And what did I have to do with anything? I lowered my head slightly, watching them with a slight glare. Should I play ignorant, or offensive? I couldn't decide, the moment passed and Ceil and I were inside and we were by no means the first guests, the entire ballroom was filled with dancing couples.
Ceil and I stood off to the side for a few moments, every once in a while I would catch Alois looking at me from the other side of the room; he would glance at me while he danced with girls or when he would get a drink. It was creepy, as if he wanted me to come over, but I didn't. Ceil and I didn't talk, it became boring and I grew restless.
"Aren't you going to ask me to dance?" I blurted out to Ceil, my eyes widening and I pressed my lips tightly together, feeling foolish for my outburst. He looked at me quizzingly and almost distastefully before nodding. Stepping forward and reaching out a hand, his face solemn.
"Would you care to dance Crystal?" he asked me. I nodded feeling foolish as I took his hand, the two of us making our way to the dance floor. We danced awkwardly; one of us would misstep or trip over few steps, an awkward amount of distance between us. I felt sudden tap on my shoulder and I turned around in time to see the blonde hair and blue eyes of Alois. He reached over, stepping between me and Ceil before either of us could object. Ceil gave him a short glare before stepping back and vanishing from sight behind the crowd, it would have been pointless to object to Alois now. Alois' hand slid down to my lower back and he pulled me in, much closer than Ceil, his touch made my skin crawl, and I felt myself tense, as we made our way across the room, the dancing was much smoother than it had been with Ceil.
"I hope you're enjoying my little party." he whispered, and I could identify the smugness in his eyes and voice, the taunting.
"It's hard to enjoy anything after a carriage crash." I shot back, watching a smirk pierce his lips. He knew what I was talking about.
"Oh you poor dear." he mocked. "I'm so glad you're ok." my gaze sharpened on him but he just smiled, lifting his arm and spinning me, pulling me in so my back was to him, one arm wrapped around my body. I wanted to struggle but I couldn't make a scene in front of so many people." You look like an angel tonight." he whispered smugly into my ear. I tried to pull away but his grip was too tight. Alarms rang in my head and I knew I had to get away. He lifted his hand again, spinning me around to face him as the song ended. "I hope you enjoy my little game." he said with a smile, leaning in and kissing me before I could object and vanishing into the crowd before I could respond. I stood there for a moment looking foolish as I spun around looking for him, but I didn't see him or Ceil anywhere. My mind reeled. The nerve of that boy, kissing me like that. What did he mean about a game? What is up with him? First he crashes my carriage then he kisses me? I had never been more confused in my life...or frightened. I took a few steps backwards, accidently bumping into somebody.
"Oh, I'm so sorry." I apologized, turning and craning my head to see the golden eyes of the Trancy butler, towering above me. I gulped, taking a quick step back but he reached out, grabbing my hand. I tried to pull away but couldn't he was so strong and his grip was too tight...inhumanly tight.
"Come along my lady." he told me, beginning to pull me towards the hall to the rest of the manor. "My master wishes to have a word with you." I looked around frantically but nobody seemed to notice, it seemed perfectly normal in fact. I struggled in his grip as he led me down a hallway, but his grip on my wrist just tightened painfully.
"Where are you taking me?" I hissed. He glanced down at me, smirking slightly before yanking me painfully to a stop outside a set of wooden double door. He opened the door to reveal a small dark storage room; the walls were covered in junk and supplies. Claude pushed me inside before I could react and I stumbled, falling to the ground, my captain's hat falling to the ground beside me. I lifted myself up on my arm, taking a moment for my eyes to a just to the darkness and turned to look at Claude as he locked the door behind him, standing in front of it making it clear that I was not to leave.
"What's going on?" I demanded with a growl. "Let me out of here this instant!" there was a faint snicker behind me and I craned my head around to see Alois sitting in a navy blue arm chair, he must have been there all along. He smiled arrogantly down at me. His chin resting on his hand, the entire chair positioned carefully so it was washed in the dim moonlight streaming in from the half window.
"I've never met anyone like you Crystal." he told me, his voice was quiet and eerie. His voice sending chills down my spine. "You disguise yourself as well as Claude."he said, leaning forward and lowering his voice ominously, if not threateningly. "But I don't want to see a disguise." I took a deep shuddering breath.
How did he know? How could he have found out?
"I don't know what you're talking about?"
"STOP LYING!" he yelled suddenly angry, causing me to edge away from him. What would he do in his anger? I was locked in a small room with him, and at the mercy of what could only be a demon. Alois sat, swinging his legs with what I could only identify as excitement and determination, and there was a hungry look in his eyes that made my skin crawl. "Show me." he whispered. I scrambled to my feet as he stood up, stepping away as he advanced on me until I bumped into Claude. Alois stood in front of me, his face mere inches from me. "Show me." He repeated quietly, leaning in to whisper into my ear. "I want to see an angel."
My mind reeled and I squirmed under his gaze, the stale air in the room suddenly seeming too thick to breathe. I could feel the two on either side of me, trapping me.
"How did you know?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at the blonde, doing my best to appear larger, my presence filling the room as I pushed him away, taking a step threateningly forward. But Claude reached out, his hands resting tightly on my shoulders and pulling back to him before I could hurt his master. Alois smiled, finally laughing at my outburst, my desperate attempt to defend myself. His obnoxious laugh rang through the air and filled me with anger and I struggled against Claude.
"You spider!" I finally yelled, causing Alois to clutch his stomach and laugh harder. I clenched my teeth, waiting anxiously for what would happen. Alois' laughing finally quieted and he bent over, still snickering as he picked up my fallen hat, placing it on his own head as he approached me. Claude's gripped tightened painfully on my shoulders and I winced from the force.
"I know because I saw you fall." he told me, causing my eyes to widen. And he took an instant to drink in my shock. "But I didn't get to see them." he said, placing a hand on his hip. "Your wings." he specified, his never faltering smirk still plastered across his face. "Claude told me they change color when an angel falls, but he didn't know what color. Can you believe that?!" he exclaimed almost as if to scald his butler's ignorance. "So, what color are they?" he asked. "Or do you even have'em anymore?" Claude released me, pushing me to the ground, my mind raced. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't show him my wings, but God only knows what they would do to me if I didn't...or even if I did. I craned my head looking back up at Alois determined.
"And why should I show you?" I spat, causing him to smirk, raising a hand to push up the large hat he had stolen from me.
"Do angels bleed?" he asked me innocently as Claude raised an array of golden kitchen knives, they glistened golden in the silver light, matching his golden, inhuman eyes. "I can find out." he said. "If you aren't as curious as me I suggest you show me your wings." he said, standing beside Claude with a smirk. My stomach lurched but I didn't move, and we waited in silence for a moment...then he got impatient.
"Claude." he demanded, and the demon threw the first knife with deadly accuracy. I launched myself out of the way, the knife slicing easily through the leather vest, cutting the shoulders; it fell ripped but mostly in tact at my feet. I stumbled away watching them carefully as Claude threw several more knives at me, my eyes flashed as I slid out of the way, bending carefully to avoid each knife, my white dress flapping at my legs. I glimpsed something silver in the moonlight beside me and I snatched a decorative sword off the wall, pointing it warningly at the two boys who were watching me curiously.
"Get back." I demanded. "And open the door." Alois smirked, calling my bluff.
"Claude." he said again, which meant he was about to attack me. I clutched my teeth and twisted my body, using the sword to smash the window. I jumped out an instant later, feeling gravity take me; I glanced at the ground 2 floors away and instinctively unraveled my wings, landing gracefully on the ground. My black wings disintegrating before Alois could get to the window. I looked up at the room, watching Alois appear with a frown. I stumbled back before breaking into a run, vanishing into the nearby bushes and forest before they could give chase.