Chapter ...11!
"Miss would you care to explain your current situation." Sebastian lamely tried to educe information from the shape changer on the bed. He felt he had won, but he still didn't know who-or what- the mysterious maid was.
"No." Carmela grabbed the two notes left for her and stuffed them in her mouth. Squealing in pain, the caramel haired woman changed into her true form and leaped out the open window. All Sebastian saw was a cream colored nightgown, worn by a cat that used to be a maid, fall two stories and dash into the woods. He shrugged and left. That was all he wanted to know. For the rest of the night he went about his butlerly duties.
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Carmela knew that killing the Macken boy was going to be tough. The note under her pillow reminded her of that.
To the phantomhive maid,
I hope that this letter reaches your eyes first; I also hope you destroy this as soon as you read it. The time has come to kill Alois. Come to the Trancy manor and finish the job. If you are spotted, the young master could have any of us kill you. We may not disobey him. I hope you finish the job before it comes to that. Also if three days pass and my master is still alive, I will kill you. No exceptions.
Claude Faustus
And the second note, a short letter written in the most beautiful calligraphy, didn't have an apparent sender. Carmela had not been able to comprehend it's vague instructions. She would have to put some real thought into them later. Hours passed before Carmela reached the Trancy manor. The cat changed back into her human form and put n the nightdress she had so thoughtfully brought with her. Obviously there were better options for assassinating an earl to the queen, but Carmela was working under dire situations. She sneaked in through the same door that had brought her to the mansion before. After searching around for a while Carmela located the young earl, and an ornate knife that seemed to be purely for decoration; that was about to change.
From inside the room Carmela could hear the young boy prattling on about trivial topics. Occasionally there would be a noise of agreement from someone, probably the butler, who didn't seem to care either way what was happening. Carmela counted; she waited for the right time by counting the heartbeats in the silence. At ten beats she stepped into the room. Claude was standing in the corner of the room holding folded laundry. His face was a disturbing monotonous mask, whereas Alois's joyful smile warped into a look of absolute terror.
"You! Y-Y-You came back. B-b-but y-y-you're d-dead! That's what everyone told me! Have y-you c-come to k-kill me!? D-d-id I do something wrong? Why is there a g-g-host in the room?" Carmela adjusted her grip on the knife, she tried to gauge the force she would need to finish the job. She wanted to make this quick. The boy didn't need to suffer. She watched as he begged, tears streaming down his face, spit dribbling down his chin and dripping onto his extremely small trousers. In the corner Claude continued to fold laundry. "Claude ki-"
Those were the only words the boy could manage before the knife left Carmela's hand.
I know it's been awhile since I updated. There were a whole lot of things going on. A suicidal phase and a letter from a publishing company are all you need to know to understand just how cray cray stuff has been. But the next chapter comes out tomorrow I swear on Ciel Phantomhive's eye patch.