Why…? Why was I still alive…?
A red kimono was draped over me, the silk it was made of rather…soothing. Of course, what I had just been through was far from soothing however. My body still ached…
I was in that man's bed, but he was asleep, thank God. If his servants were not outside I would've made easy work of the demented man. A mere slice of the throat would end his stupid life.
Apparently, I'd been renamed. Jim Macken, for all anyone cared, was now dead. Instead a new child was here…Alois…Alois Trancy. Meaning that the day that thing next to me died, I'd own this giant mansion. All the money would be mine…
But I didn't want it all…I…I only wished for one thing…
My mind drifted off to a few days earlier. That boy, the one who'd I befriended, disappeared mysteriously after "Father" requested him. Rumors spread around our cells like wildfire. Some believed he'd escaped, while others thought he had died. Whatever happened, he was gone forever. I didn't even know his name.
"Oh well…that kid was weak anyway…"
I raised my head up feebly and saw that in the corner of the room was a spider's web. The spider was wrapping a blue butterfly with tattered wings in its web. Then, opening its giant fangs, it took a giant bite of the other insect. I couldn't help but wince as the butterfly squirmed wildly in pain, trying desperately to get away. But it was no use. Besides, the poison was already in its bloodstream…
"Such a feeble thing it is…"
"Well, butterflies are pretty weak..." I mutter aloud.
"No, no! Not the insect! Life…it is so bendable and easily broken in an instant…"
"I know…" I replied. "You needn't remind me…Life is but a little butterfly. Once it hits the spider web, it is over. It may struggle with all its might…but eventually it gives up and let's itself sink even deeper into tangled trap. Then the spider finally comes to the poor insect and lets it out of its misery…"
The voice didn't say anything for awhile, but I didn't need him in my head to think for me. The world truly hated me, but why did it keep me alive? Did God laugh at me whenever something bad happened to me? Why?! What did I do to deserve this awful life!
"I don't understand!" I yell to the air, clutching my chest. "Why am I unloved so?!"
"Your depressed soul is so tasty child…I want desperately to devour it…"
"M-My soul…?" I stuttered, feeling myself shake. "Demon…you said you could grant my wish, correct? I…I have a wish in my head now..."
I stood up, letting the kimono slide off my body. Marks from earlier scatter my body are exposed as I stand up. I am wobbly on my feet, but anyone would be like that…I guessed.
"Oh really…? Then tell me…your wish…"
…
I made my way to library quickly. Along the way I saw where I had stabbed Samantha. She was no longer there, and a long thick trail of blood made its way leading to upstairs. I ignored it though, and kept walking to the library.
I hadn't been here in what seemed like since when I had first gotten my mansion. I was exploring every nook and cranny of the place and stumbled onto it. I never really was into books though, so I really didn't care for it. Claude had kept it all neat though, despite my constant telling of how he should just burn all the books.
Now I was really glad he didn't. I turned to the library and looked at the book covered walls. Oh boy…this was gonna not be fun…Maybe Hannah should've done this after all…
I sighed and began looking the book's binding over. Lots of them looked brand new, but they all looked incredibly boring as well. I was never taught to read, seeing how I was a street rat running around the village by age four. Plus I had little two year old Luka following me around, which wasn't exactly helpful.
Soon after I had inherited the mansion, Claude taught me all about writing and grammar and all that stuff. He gave me lessons on basically everything from sword fighting to how to sew…yeah, that one's a bit embarrassing.
I read the titles of the various books and I went down the wall. What had that damn reaper said? He said it had never been published, right? Well, that's something I'd figured anyway…
"Have you found it yet, Young Master…?"
"Oh, Hannah!" I spin around to face her. "N-No, not yet. But I will, I know it."
"I offer to help you once again, Master…" Hannah said, walking towards me at a rather slow pace. "I know you feel like it's your duty, but it would be impossible for you to find it at this rate. After all, Claude's daughter is stalking around our house at an alarming rate. She isn't happy…"
"Grreeeeeaaaattt." I said sarcastically and rolling my eyes. "Another person who wants my soul in their stomach and my head on a stick, huh?"
"I guess you could say that…" Hannah said as she surveyed the shelves. "Of course, Claude had other plans for you…"
"Don't remind me…" I commanded, hating to even think of that awful demon. "He only wanted to use me as a pawn. That way he could have his damn Ciel and get rid of me. Appearntly I isn't tasty enough…Well really in episode eight, season two, I said I said he was like, my highness. So basically I loved him. Of course, I don't, but still. So anyway, he breaks my head open. Or I think…I'm not so sure really…"
"Master…"
"Huh?"
Hannah plopped a few yellow pages binding together loosely into my hand. "Found it."
"O-Oh! Thank you…" I said, examining the pages. Each was crumpled, and they all had faded text hand-written on them. As I flipped through the pages, I realized that with each page they got sloppier and sloppier, like the author was rushing everything.
"It was stuffed in the back, which was why you didn't see it. I had to move most of the books to even kind of see it…Claude hid it well."
"Yeah…" I said, "Now let's see…" I skimmed the pages quickly. Some things looked interesting, but I needed to know just about Halfers.
"Page twenty four Master…paragraph 4."
"Really Hannah?" I asked, turning to the page she said. There it was, plain as day. "Your right…thanks Hannah…"
I looked right to paragraph four, and read it quickly to myself. "Halfers, unlike their demon mother or father, are almost unable to be killed. The Lævateinn has no affect on them, and wounds from a mortal instrument will not harm them. The only true way to destroy a Halfer and its siblings is to go to Hell itself and lure them there. If a Halfer is killed using the Lævateinn in Hell, it shall be ultimately killed and the human part of its soul shall be destroyed forever…"
"Hm…so you'll definitely need me, huh?" Hannah said feeling her throat. The Demon sword was inside of her, resting and waiting for a demon to slay. In the anime, Sebastian used it to bring an end to Claude… "I could get you into Hell, no problem. Also I have the sword in me, so I'll be very helpful in this situation."
"Indeed!" I said, smiling at her for what seemed to be the very first time. "But..how shall we lure Samantha into Hell? I mean, she knows her own weakness…right?"
"I am not entirely sure Master…" Hannah said, "But we have no time to spy upon her and Claude to figure it out. I recommend we get rid of here as soon as possible. After all, we only have a few days…"
"I know I know!" I said, really stressed out. "But we can do this…after all, I am Alois Trancy. There is nothing I can't handle…"
"There was lots of doubt in you tone Master…" Hannah said, twiddling her thumbs. "I know it is very risky, but I know you can do this…"
"Thank you, Hannah..." I folded the wrinkled old papers and handed them to her. "Now, this is an order. Burn these papers so that not even Claude could put them together. I have the information I need."
"Yes, Master." Hannah nodded and took them quickly. "I shall make sure these papers never existed."
"Good…later we will work our plan out…" I looked up at Hannah, meeting her one eye with my blue ones. "I command you Hannah, we shall bring Samantha to justice and save Nichole. Should I fail at this, we both die…Is that clear Hannah?"
"Understood Master." Hannah said, bowing. "I am loyal to only you. I will die if I should not complete this task…Your Highness…"
Season three of Black Butler is now supposedly been pushed back to July...BEEP Yeah...it sucks. But anyway, who liked that chapter? I was hesitant in doing this chapter's flashback for what should be obvious reasons. So I made it...simpler... yep. This chapter is dedicated to the one, the only, the FIRST fan of Souls and Blood, MY MIND IS A NOMAND! She is awesome! :) Soooo this is for you! Hope you all love this chapter!