Okay, so I know I've been on quite a long adventure and had temporarily set this to the side to focus on things that had an impact on mainly my future, pretty selfish I know, Anyguay! After much much much, hard work of trying to balance school, family, and relations, I was finally able to take down this seven foot tall brick wall and get to the grand prize, this! I am deeply truly sorry, from the bottom of my heart, honestly this hurt me I think more, and I hope at least one of you still has hope for this, which I highly doubt because I know I'm a terrible terrible person, but if there is no one there than I understand and frankly I will keep this story up for at least myself. So, now that I finally escaped the hellish grip of the school board for at least three months I plan on just spamming with new chapters. Again, my main goal is to reach at least thirty chapters. So, yeah, you most likely just ignored my apology up there to skip to the much awaited chapter, again sorry. Okay, I'll shut up now and let you read, I don't own Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji the OCs are mine. I see Fransisco as a big bro lol
As the train grew closer to London, the Phantomhive butler and his new found assistant were running out of time to capture the 'Käsien of the train.' After finding some clues, Sebastian was at the caboose of the train where the demon could pick up Elliott's scent. Sebastian thought for a moment, pondering on what hiding place Mr. Elliott could have run off to. The butler felt a change in the atmosphere; a new presence. A familiar aura.
Sebastian turned, looking at his former apprentice, "Well, well, well, what can I help you with, Viper." He mused.
Fransisco looked on with an emotionless gaze, "I would appreciate it if you did not call me that, señor," he answered, "I don't plan on taking much of your time. I see that you busy with Käsien." The snake demon smirked.
Sebastian returned the smirk with one of his own, "A small game of 'cat and mouse' is all. What is you want, Fransisco?" He asked mocking the other's accent.
Fransisco cleared his throat before starting, "I knew it was you the first night we arrived here, Sebastian." He paused choosing his words, "You attacked that night, I simply want an answer as to why you had done that?"
Sebastian let out a deep chuckle, "Are you questioning your mentor? I was simply testing you, no student of mine should forget what they were taught." He smirked.
Fransisco's narrowed as he glared at his former mentor. It's been many years since then, yet he still refers to him as his pupil. He will admit that he had learned quite a lot from 'Sebastian', but those days are in the past.
"I sense that there is more to that. However, I do not plan on keeping you from your game much longer. Hasta la próxima, Sebastián." Francisco smiled and gave a short bow to his former mentor before disappearing in a flash. Sebastian smirked and proceed with his game of 'cat and mouse.'
"I taught that boy well," Sebastian said to himself, "I'm quite proud. Now, back to finding Mr. Elliott." He finished and made his way to find his temporary assistant.
Cecilia stood with a blank expression as she watched the orchestra's rehearsal. The multiple string instruments cried a whimsical tune, synchronized with the plucked harp and the hollow woodwinds. The percussion, the brass all formed the tune that was encasing her.
She observed from the seats of the London Theater, letting the music envelope her as she grew lost in her imagination. She evaluated the tragic story in mind for she has read, seen, and watched it many times. The story of prince who falls in love with a woman who is cursed to be a swan by day, but he is tricked by the evil sorcerer, who casted the spell in the first place, and claims to marry his daughter instead of the swan lady. This breaks the swan lady's heart, however when the prince finds that he was tricked he finds the swan lady, apologies to which she forgives him. The lovers commit suicide, thus causing the sorcerer to lose his powers and die. Finally, breaking the curse and freeing the other swan ladies.
Cecilia was did not like the ending much, but it was still one of her favorite tales. Especially, when the prince meets the swan lady. Although, she was skeptical about sorcery and magic, she was forever reminded of her demonic friend whenever she looked at her gloved hand. This brought Cecilia back to earth, standing up and applauding as the orchestra finished.
"Very well done, ladies and gentlemen. I'm confident that the show would be a success with you all. Thank you for your cooperation and until then take care." She announced with a strong voice to the musicians her form was concealed by the shadows of the dim theater. They responded with a thanks and farewell as she exited the theater. None of them know that they are being directed by a young girl, so Cecilia decides it's best to keep it that way as to not cause an uproar.
Once out of the theater, Cecilia looks around the lobby for a demonic Spaniard. He had requested his leave for an errand once the rehearsal began, claiming would be quick. She turned toward the door when she heard it open, and there stood Fransisco with kind blue eyes with his hand out to his young mistress. She smiled back and took his hand without question.
"Por favor perdone me por mi tardanza," he began as he lead the young girl to the carriage headed to their home. She responded with an understanding nod and did not question his errand.
"Por favor, no te precupes, todo esta perdonado, Fransisco." she replied serenely. As they both rode back to the Avaline manor, Fransisco went over the remaining agenda of the day, grateful that she did not question his leave earlier.
"There had also been a request from the Earl Trancy for a visit, I tried to explain the full agenda, but I doubt he cared." Fransisco sighed.
"It is fine, it will be nice to see my new friend, right?" Cecilia giggled at her new found friend's persistence, though she stopped when she noticed blue eye gilled with concern that were trained on her
"Speak your mind, Fransisco." She ordered softly.
"Mi princesa, please be careful." He answered quietly. His concern was replaced with small smile as he placed kiss on her right hand. She returned the smile with one of her own, her eyes sparkling with happiness.
"Of course, Fransisco."
"Mr. Sebastian! I have been looking for you! Have you any sign of that killer?"
Sebastian turned to see his temporary assistant. After, his little reunion, Sebastian had searched for Käsien, but found no trace of him. Even his scent, although still faintly lingering on the train and begun to disperse.
"No, I have not. Have you found any clues?" Sebastian asked with an indifferent expression. He was gradually growing bored with this game.
"I found nothing, I questioned some of the other occupants, but they had not seen him. To make things worse the train will reach London in about twenty minutes. I doubt we will find him in time!" The young man began to stress over his sister's murderer escape. Sebastian took a moment to think. The train will arrive soon and somehow Mr. Elliott had managed to evade him this long. With deep sigh he concluded with his thoughts and announced to anticipating assistant.
"As of now we have lost Käsien, but it is likely that due to his recent killings, the Yard should be waiting at the train station. Perhaps we can corner our killer there. For now we can look around, and ask for more information." Sebastian ordered. The young man saluted with motivation swirling in his eyes.
"Yes, of course! I'll start searching and asking the back end of the train!" He announced as he began to head there leaving Sebastian to handle the front.
"I won't let you evade me this time, Mr. Elliott." Sebastian muttered lowly, with slight annoyance.
'Look what I have become, because of that huijaaminen narttu!' Elliott Salonen thought as he clung to the ledge of the moving train. 'I'm pathetic, I shouldn't be afraid of one man' he continued, even he was amazed that he managed to evade the man from earlier, but he remembered that evil atmosphere that man held. It wasn't necessarily visible, but he felt it. Just by being next to him. A shiver crawled up this killer's spine as he moved along to the exhaust pipe of the kitchen cart of the train.
'I fell in love with that woman, but it wasn't my fault. She promised me her love and she went for another. So I made her pay permanently.' Elliott recalled his former fiancée as he fingered the silver band on his finger. He growled a single tear managed to escape, 'I still remember your soft blue eyes that can match no others, your beautiful golden hair, I swear it was woven from the pure gold and the rays of the sun, but she had deceived me. She went behind my back and chose another man instead of me. So, when she said that I reminded that death should do us part. Not another love. I still ponder whether I regret it or not, and wonder why, why am I still searching for a replacement? Why am I disposing of those that could not possible match up to my former love? Of course I'll never find one like her again. She was a gift from god and I killed her. But do I feel guilty? Am I that inhumane to not be able to feel guilty, do I no longer have a heart. Of course not she had shattered it when she confessed her sin to me.' Elliott sighed as stared at his hands, reminiscing the touch of her porcelain like hands. So soft and smooth, warm to the touch. She had promised me only I would touch those hands, only can hold her. Only I. Että narttu! She had lied to me! She broke her promise, she deserved to perish, for how dare she? How dare she lie to me!' With a tearful growl Elliott yanked the silver band from his finger chucking it out into the open plain. His faced split into a psychotic grin and he chuckles darkly. 'I am no longer bond to you, bitch!'
"That was quite a beautiful ring. You should have left it to me."
Elliott hastily turned to face a black haired woman. She was beauty in human form, and Elliott waned her. But than a thought occurred to him, that he was on top of a moving train, and this woman was simply standing before him.
"Who are you? How did you find me?" Elliott questioned the mysterious woman.
"Oh, don't worry sweetheart, it's not your turn yet. I was here for someone else." She explained as she sashayed around him and made her way to the latter of the train cart. Before she lowered herself down, she looked back at the man, and the green and yellow eyes glimmer with a certain mischief that sent a shiver up his spine, even more so than the man from earlier.
"Until next time, Käsien." She called before disappearing into the train.
'How does she know?' He froze for a long while until the London train station came into view.
Translation:
Señor- Mister or sir
Hasta la proxima- Until the next
Por favor perdoné me por mi tardanza- Please forgive me forma My lateness
Por favor, no te precupes, todo esta perdonado- Please do not worry, all is forgiven
Mi princesa- My princess
Huijaaminen narttu- Cheating bitch
Että narttu- That bitch
Käsien- Hand
So yeah, that is chapter 17, I am sorry again for the long wait, I just wanted to be completely free of other responsibilites to just focus on LEP so please favorite, follow, and if you want review any questions, comments, concerns, feel free to PM. I'm always free, like I have No one to talk to sometimes. So yeah, sorry again. I love you guys keep being awesome and have a great summer to those who are having summer and are out of school, and to the rest of you have a great whatever you have.
~The Phoenix Of Halos
P.s. Halos is my O.C.A.U my original character's author's universe take a look into my imagination if you dare! ~(-_-)~