I swear I have never felt this way before. I have never felt afraid when my brother has been on his journeys for the Queen. I don't even think I would have been afraid this time if Sebastian was with him. This time, this isn't the case. Sebastian is hunting his prey, and we are the poor victims he's hunting. Ciel certainly didn't know until his 'death' about what the family had done to a demon. Demons hold grudges, that is for sure. Hannah was driving the carriage down the road and into the outskirts of the town. Claude was inside with Alois and I, not speaking. Sebastian was following, this I know it's certain. His eyes are showing between the branches. He's lingering, watching, as if hoping for some type of entertainment. But there won't be any for him, unless we're too late
The trees soon turned into small shacks and homes. Demons were wandering the streets, paying no mind to the carriage driving by. There were children playing by the fountain, acting like normal human children. There was no such thing as normal though, not anymore. Ciel, who was supposed to be dead, is alive. I am at a place where I stand no match looking for my brother. My brother's worse enemy and I are working together in order to save my brother. Ciel is the one making this complicated.
The carriage stopped suddenly, making me lunge forward. Claude was already opening the door, helping Alois out first. I was helped out next, Claude being unusually gentle with me. The surroundings were normal, and only a few glanced our way. Others were whispering, but most were going about their daily business.
"Where's Ciel?" I asked, looking through the people, hoping to spot something. At the end of the street I saw him; the blue eyes that glanced my way and widened. I grinned as I ran towards him, through the crowds and over the cobblestone street. I flung myself onto him, crushing him slightly, but not caring. He was here; safe and sound, for the most part. He looked slightly annoyed, but I still didn't care at the moment, "Have you seen Sebastian?"
Demons were parting and the streets were suddenly cleared of people. The ground was shaking; people were running, locking the doors behind them. Windows were drawn shut, but it didn't stop there. Echoes were produced off the houses, heavy and large. I stood there, staring at the shadows, but I knew it was him. I knew Ciel knew who it was too, by the way he glared. The figure walked out, his grin was held high and his eyes were narrowed into slits.
"How about we have a little dance?"
It's short, I know, pathetically short. I'm out of ideas, and I'm ready to scrap this damn story. If any of you have any ideas, let me know. My brain isn't even really on Kuro anymore, it's on Walking Dead, and it's seriously a disease. But message me and let me know. Otherwise this story is going down the drain.