Hello, readers! Phew, second school semester and I'm already complaining about wanting Summer vacation. Anyway, chapter 12, I hope you were pleased last weeks chapters. Oh, and I put character profiles up on my profile, if any are interested. Please enjoy! Gracias!
After the 'Queen's Guard Dog' left my manor, I proceed with Fransisco to where the rehearsals were taking place. As we neared the dance hall, I could hear as the instructor called out commands in French and the music in the background echoed from the phonograph.
"Un, deux, trois! Un, deux, trois!"
Fransisco opened the wooden door to the dance hall and I was met with rows of male and female ballet dancers, all moving in sync. They elegantly and gracefully pirouetted across the marble floor at the same time.
"Spin et de son tour!" the prima ballerina called in French, and the others spun and turned, I was pleased to see that my maids were doing well, and were in synchronization with the rest of the crew.
Though with the current situation; with this Käsien killer. It produced a melancholy atmosphere within the performers. I do hope the Earl Ciel will get rid of that killer soon.
"Bon, now from the beginning!" and the dancers began their dance once more.
The younger Earl Phantomhive pouted as he looked out the window of the carriage. He decided to go with Cecilia's suggestion and he and his butler were currently on their way to scene of the crime. He let out a puff of frustration as he held his chin on his palm.
"I must say, young master. You seemed to have stuttered back there, where you nervous in front of the Avaline girl?" Sebastian asked as he watched in amusement as his master pouted in embarrassment.
"Shut your mouth, devil." The boy retorted in frustration only making the butler more amused. The rest of the way, he remained silent as he thought of how his master reacted to the Avaline girl.
Once they arrived to their destination, Sebastian helped Ciel out of the carriage and they made their way to where there was commotion and crowding. Ciel made his way through the crowd and was met with Scotland Yard when he made it to the scene.
"What business do you have here, boy?" asked one of the officers. He had his hand out to push the earl away, but was swiftly caught by the black clad butler.
"Come off him. He's the Queen's Guard Dog, probably here on her orders." Randall, head of the Yard, called off his subordinate. Ciel smirked as he was given passage through.
"How much have you found?" Ciel asked as he took the older man's notes of the crime.
Randall hesitated before answering, "Three dead, and all women. We suspect it's the same killer from last two cases. They cut of the hands just at the wrist, and each has been carved with a circle with on 'x' on it on their right arm." The man let out a sigh as he made his way to the three dead bodies of the women. Each covered in coal dust and dried blood. They were stabbed to death first, it seems. Then their hands cut off.
"Witnesses reported seeing a strange man in a trench coat and hat. They say that he would stay at the pub of the train and then disappear. He would talk to women and if rejected he'd move on to the next. No one has seen this man since." Randall finished. Ciel gave him back his notes and observed the bodies himself. His face held no emotion as he took in every detail. He noticed that all three women looked similar, in having blonde hair and blue eyes. 'It seems this man has a preference.' Ciel thought as he observed the bodies. He noticed the symbol on their arm. It was carved with a knife most likely. His emotionless face as he spotted the open wounds and torn clothing. The blood on their chests dried, while their wrist wounds were somewhat still moist and dripping onto the ground.
"Sir Randall! We've found something!" one of the officers called. He came up to Randall and handed him what appeared to be brown paper package tied up with strings. The package was covered in coal dust and wasn't tied very well.
"It was in the tender, where we found the bodies, sir." The young man said.
Randall looked at the small package in his hand before carefully opening it. What was inside brought horror and disgust to the man. Inside was the left hand of one of the victims, all dried and pale, a silver band on the ring finger. In the hand was a crumpled piece of paper with a few words scribbled on it.
Ciel looked disgusted as he stared at the severed limb in Randall's hands. He then noticed the paper and carefully reached for it. The paper was gripped firmly in the severed hand; Ciel had to pry the fingers open, producing a disturbing crunch when he moved the fingers. Randall and the other officers grimaced at the noise, while Sebastian remained emotionless and took the note out.
Hän hylkäsi minut, miksi?
"What does it say, Sebastian?" Ciel asked.
"It's in Finnish, my young lord." Sebastian responded. At that, one of the officers raised their hand.
"I-If I may, I know Finnish." He said with nervous stutter. Sebastian handed him the note for him to decrypt.
He stared at the poor hand writing before translating, "It reads: She rejected me, why?" Randall stared confused and looked back at the hand that had the silver band.
"Do we have any information on the women, where they married or engaged?" he asked his men, but before any of them could answer Ciel remembered something off of Cecilia's notes. 'Two were married, the other was engaged.'
"Two of the victims were married, the last was engaged. Pitiful killer is heartbroken and decides to take it out on those who resemble his love. Pathetic." Ciel answered with a scowl, to think a man would be that devastated that he would kill any who remind him of his rejection. 'He's lower than dirt' Ciel thought to himself.
The Earl turned on his heel and made his way through the crowd once more, Sebastian following after bidding farewell to the Yard.
"Where now, young master?" Sebastian asked as he helped him back into the carriage.
"To the Undertaker." Ciel answered as he leaned against the soft cushioned booth of the carriage. He tried to ignore the echoing the severed hand produced earlier. It was disturbing and wouldn't go away. 'That Reaper should know a thing or two.' Ciel thought as the carriage drove off.
Translations:
Un, deux, trois- One, two, three (French)
Bon- Good (also French)
Spin et de son tour- Spin then turn (French as well)
Kasien- Hand (Finnish)
Hän hylkäsi minut, miksi- She rejected me, why (Finnish)
Correct me if I'm wrong, I don't speak French or Finnish and I'm sure Google Translator isn't always right. Please, don't feel offended in anyway, I mean no harm to anyone, any race or culture. Um, this chapter was quite a hassle to do, cause this dumb laptop wouldn't open the file and then it gave me a heart attack by saying 'this file is corrupted' or something, but I finally got it! So, that's a relief. Anyway, please favorite, follow, and review. Everyone loves reviews, I know I do! :) Okay, yup, I think that's it...I 3 Theifshipping! (I will love anyone who gets that reference XD). MARIK ISHTAR OUT, PEACE!
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