Summer is hot and I have nothing to do! Yay! Here is chapter 18! I hope you enjoy.
Catarina skillfully made her way into the train cart after her encounter with the wicked Käsien. She looked around the around the empty dinning cart and proceed to the next cart, but before she was able to open the door, it opened by itself. Catarina's vibrant green and yellow eyes looked up to meet with the demonic red ones.
"Ah, you're Ms. Catarina, yes?" Sebastian asked a bit surprised to see her there on the train.
Catarina took a moment to remember the butler, "Oh, you're Bassy, right?"
Sebastian shuddered at the nickname the red reaper had given him. She took a step back to let the butler into the cart.
"Please, refrain from calling me that. It's repulsive." Sebastian claimed as he lightly palmed his face.
Catarina chuckled remembering that it was Grell who gave him the name in the first place, "My apologies, so what is the Phantomhive butler doing here on a train? Where's your master, demon?" She questioned coldly as she sat down in a booth of the dinning cart.
Sebastian glared back at the reaper, but nonetheless he answered with a forced smile, "I was given orders by my master to hunt down a killer and what, pray tell, is a reaper's business here?"
Catarina clicked her tongue at him and answered, "I was collecting the soul of the woman your killer murdered. Why haven't you caught him yet, anyway," She asked a bit confused, "Aren't you supposed to be the omnipotent demon butler of the Phantomhive household?" She finished with a slight smirk.
Sebastian glared at the smirking lady reaper, "I will not lie; he has managed to evade me for quite sometime." He regrettably answered.
Catarina's smile grew wider at the thought, "My, what a surprise. Given how Grell talks very highly of you. You may have the looks, but I guess he was wrong about your capabilities. I suppose my expectations of you were just too high."
Sebastian rolled his eyes at the reaper and began leaving the cart, but before he opened the door Catarina spoke up once more, "You know I just ran into Elliott, but knowing him he already scurried. You won't find him in time, demon. The train has already reached its destination."
With a light smirk she stood up from the booth and exited the cart through the opposite end.
Arthur Randall stood in the train station with his other officers on different posts. They had predicted that Käsien would be on the next train, so in preparation for his arrest they managed to keep out other occupants long enough until the train arrived.
The commissioner of the Yard let out a sigh as he saw the train from afar. With a quick nod his subordinates took their positions to assure no hitchhikers that managed onto the train could get away. With a low rumble the train slowed to a stop, the wheels eased into stationary. The trained emitted a puff of black smoke as it came to a complete stand still. Arthur took a step back as the doors began to open. One by one the commissioner asked for each passnager's ticket and counted the passengers.
Then he noticed how some of the passengers seemed struck with fear and looked sick to their stomach, especially an elderly lady who was escorted by an elderly man.
Randall assigned one of his subordinates to continue the count as he approached the couple and displayed his badge to the two, "Excuse me for the intrusion. I'm Arthur Randall, Commissioner of the Scotland Yard. If I may ask a few questions?" he asked as kindly as he could.
The woman gasped and took him by the hand, "Oh, Officer! The young lady she was killed! I was minding my own business and heading to my room to rest and one of the doors were open," she rambled on about how she saw the body and screamed and almost everyone came to the commotion. After answering a few more questions, Randall was approached by his subordinate.
"Sir, I've finished the count, two passengers are missing. We've found the body of the woman, but the other is still missing." The young officer reported. Randall scowled knowing that it must be the suspect.
"Search every inch of that train, make sure to keep an eye out if he escapes!" he ordered loudly. He watched as two officers carried the woman's body out of the train and following was a certain butler, whom Randall could never mistake.
Before he could comment on his presence though, a voice hollered from the crowd of waiting train goers, "Grace! Grace, oh lord!" A young man fought his way against a few of the officers until he pushed them off and ran to the young woman's body. Randall remained still as the man collapsed in tear at the site of his dead fiancée.
"Oh, Gracie! My love, what had they done to you! My love, why! Grace!" The man cried in anguish as he tried to wake his wife-to-be, but was pulled back by two officers. Randall ordered one to question the man as he went in search of the Phantomhive butler.
"You! You're the Guard Dog's butler. What are you doing here and where is your master?" he demanded as he approached the watching butler.
With a fake sweet smile Sebastian answered, "I was simply running an errand on my master's orders."
Randall furrowed his brows as he questioned further, "And what kind of errand needs you to travel by train?"
Raising a brown paper package up in his hand Sebastian answered without hesitation, "There was a problem with delivering; I was ordered to retrieve it personally."
With a hesitant nod of understanding he questioned on about the murder, "Did you witness the murder of the young woman?" He asked solemnly as he looked back at the sobbing groom.
Sebastian's gaze too ventured to the poor man. His smile disappeared replaced with a neutral expression, "I did not. I heard the elderly woman's scream and rushed, but I had not witnessed her murder."
"Sir! We've searched the whole train, there's nothing!" reported the commissioner's subordinate. Sebastian's eye glared at the thought of the murder's escape.
"Did anyone leave the train station's premises?" He asked as he followed his subordinate.
Sebastian took that as his leave, though he was a bit reluctant to return without fulfilling his master's orders.
"Are you an idiot! You could have gotten caught, you imbecile." The voice of a woman yelled quietly as she smacked the head of a man.
The couple resided in an empty and secluded alley as she scolded him, "Elliott, what is wrong with you? Leaving a note in her hand; you're not jack the ripper, you dunce." She took down her hood letting her red hair drape down as she glared at the man.
"I-I'm sorry, I thought I could scare them if I did! That way they wouldn't dare mess with us." He explained himself.
"'Us'? There is no 'us'! You are the one who is killing, you didn't bother to listen to my directions! Now they know what to look for to know that you killed those women! If you heeded my advice to schedule your killing you would have had a chance! Now look at what you've done, Hiding on the roof of a moving train!" she slapped the man across the face and rose her hood as she began walking out of the alley.
"Where are you going? I thought we were together in this?" he called out to her; a hand on his stinging cheek.
"You are on your own, Elliott, I'm not risking getting caught because of your stupid mistakes!" she called back, "Plus, I don't want to be late for rehearsal." She finished as she disappeared.
Translations:
La princesa española- The Spanish princess
So, he escaped. Yup, I'm sorry if Sebastian is a little ooc, I ...I really have no excuse for that. But I hope you enjoyed and I would love to thank Lady Mary Michaelis for pointing out my mistake on the name...yup, I spelled Española wrong. Hehe, sorry! Anyway, thanks and please favorite, follow if you have not already, and please if you want review. Thank you for reading! I do not own Black Butler!
~The Phoenix Of Halos