Dark Chapter. One of the reasons this story is T. Not much romance. More like attraction.
Don't own a single thing. Just messing with them for the amusement of myself and the rabid fangirls.
Enjoy.
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Chapter 3: Ghost River
We will go down we will drown drown, deeper down
The river wild will be our last ride
We will go down we will drown drown, deeper down
The mills grind slow in a riverbed ghost town
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Slipping from humanity should not have been so easy.
But it was, oh it was and Sebastian was eating up every moment that Ciel slowly slipped further and further into dark oblivion. Every helpless human crying out on the street that Ciel passed by with cold uncaring, every time Ciel asked Sebastian to teach him something newly diabolical, every time his young master's unendingly creative mind thought up knew ideas to bring about dark justice on the slum-side streets they now walked upon; Sebastian was enjoying every second of it.
And Ciel was just so eager to charge into the darkness being a demon offered. The two ran the streets now, his young master once again taking his proper place on a throne coated with blood and shadow. Children crying, people being robbed, murder, rape, all of it formed a symphonic lullaby the former evil noble took his rest to each day. Sebastian held his master close to him each time the younger took to a rest, shielding the innocent-looking fiend with his arms like an overprotective animal. But once the child awoke, the two took to the streets and Sebastian watched proudly as Ciel restated his dominance over the crumbling poor of the slums. True, one day they would move on, but the dark, damp and disease filled poor made excellently easy prey for a demon's first lessons.
And Ciel was wickedly good at manipulating the desperate into contracting with him. But then, hadn't he always? Promising a way out of the slums, Ciel would toss pretty words at those desperate enough to throw away the one good thing they had going for them. But, humans had always been easy enough to prey upon. And while the souls were not very tasty to an experienced palette such as Sebastian's, the large intake was nothing to turn down, and it was ever so much fun to irritate Will and watch him take out his irritation on Grell. So Sebastian allowed Ciel's overindulgence to continue and smirked with pride as he brought about dark and deliciously deceitful justices to those who had wronged the contracted.
The poor fool who had recently contracted the small demon had caught young Ciel in a rather foul mood, having been rained on just a day before and having no clothing to spare. While a shallow reason, it was a reason to awaken Ciel's sadism, and it burned brightly as he paced around the contract's target like a lion. Sebastian stood loyally to the side, pride and something close to a lustful attraction reeling just below the surface of his perfectly still façade. The contract had been emotionally wounded by another poor man and had demanded Ciel teach him a lesson. Ciel had ordered the man delivered to an old dock warehouse—one that was mostly used for Opium storage now—all tied up like a Christmas turkey, and like a true butler, Sebastian had delivered. And not a moment too soon, for Ciel had been growing more and more agitated at the way his shorts were chaffing him as they dried.
With a simply flick of his wrist, the man had been hung up like a child's swing above the floor that Sebastian kicked out at another wave of his master's hand. Below the wood was the black churning waters of the sea, the warehouse instantly filled with the scent of the sea. Ciel smirked and licked his salty lips in thought before he stood and ordered Sebastian to stand to the side until he was complete. Ciel reached up and removed the blindfold and gag from the man's mouth and tilted his head when the man began sputtering excuses and pleas for the boy to spare him. "How disgusting." Ciel snapped and the man went into a whimpering silence and Ciel patted him like a dog. "Not even five seconds and you're already sniveling." He said with a bored and disappointed roll of his eyes. "You are not even worth playing with." He said as he began to cut at one of the five ropes holding the man up. The man squealed loudly and Ciel winced at the sound, still not quite used to how sensitive his ears were now, and looked at the man.
"Come now, man." He berated, placing his knife under the man's throat like a finger to his chin. "Even if you are about to die, your still British. Show some backbone." He said casually before he resumed cutting away at the thick ship rope. The man sniffed and whimpered and Ciel sighed. "Alright, alright, fine. Guess I'll just have to get some kind of enjoyment out of this." He said as he backed up and tapped the blade against his chin as if he was thinking. "Sebastian!" He barked and instantly the taller figure was at his side. Ciel lifted his knife up and Sebastian took it. "Stand by him. If he moves-" the younger began, sending an evil grin at the man, "cut a finger off. If we run out of fingers, take his tongue out, then his ears." He said and the elder nodded and bowed. "Yes, my lord." He said as he strode over to the man's side. Ciel walked some distance away and began looking through the suitcase Sebastian kept packed for his belongings.
"My dear sir, you may not know this, but I was taught marksmanship by the man currently ready to carve you to bits." He said casually, lifting a handgun from the various objects and checking to see if it was loaded. "He made sure I knew how to shoot, like a proper nobleman. And he disciplined me when I shot wrong." He said, grabbing a few extra rounds and turning to the man, swinging the gun like it was a toy. "I could even shoot from horseback." He said and the man slowly nodded, then screamed as Sebastian uncaringly chopped off his right thumb. "I seem to recall I said no moving." Ciel said casually, smirk seemingly to be permanent on his face. "It'll throw off my aim." He said as he cocked the gun and aimed. The sound of a gun firing and the man winced as his leg fell from its binding. He shrieked as the left thumb was removed, Sebastian bringing the knife quickly to a handkerchief for cleaning. Ciel shook his head and clicked his tongue. "No moving." He reminded and shot off four more times, the man feeling his body sinking towards the ground as only one rope remained, the very one Ciel had been sawing earlier.
The man's hands were still bound to his body, making it impossible for him to swim if the rope keeping him suspended collapsed, and from the groaning and cracking noises above him, the fibers of the rope were giving out one by one, and rather quickly. "Have you ever seen a drown man?" Ciel asked and the man did not move to shake his head. "It's hideous, the body gets all bloated with water and the skin looks like a fish, wet, pale and almost scaly looking. The eyes are all glazed over and the lips are blue and swollen, so is the tongue. And the smell, like dead fish." Ciel slowly described as the robes gave out. The man fell with a startled scream into the water and for a moment or two the surface churned with his desire to live, then the serene glass-like state of the water returned.
Ciel strode over to the hole and looked indignantly at the surface of the water. "Consider yourself lucky, human." He said, eyes flashing. "You get to ride your life's river to its very end, I was forced to cross mine and shall never see its end." He said as he handed the gun to Sebastian. "Sebastian," he said, "after we collect the soul, I feel like having seafood for dinner." He said as they exited the warehouse.
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That chapter totally didn't write itself. Nope. Not one bit.
Next chapter is a little more romance-y. Or something like that. I figure I'll fit a cuddly scene or something to feed you fangirls.
Ah well. Reviews make me write faster.
Petra Jade