~V~

"I only have two questions left for you." said Ciel calmly. "They are fairly easy, but if you do choose not to answer them, I will not be able to keep you here and have to put you out."

Harriet's eyes widened at the blue haired earl. He couldn't be serious could he? If harriet was truthful, then he would most likely send her back and they'll put her in solitary and give her the 'therapy' again. But if she wasn't truthful and didn't answer the question, she could possibly be thrown out with the trash.

"Where are you from?" asked the young earl curiously staring at her with his one eye.

Suddenly, she started scribbling on the clear pristine paper that crisped with the smell of ink and fear. It made the atmosphere in the room get dark.

Harriet frowned at the paper. She had no choice, she had to tell the truth no matter what. She shyly handed the small earl the black stained paper.

He stared at it as she turned her head away from the desk, embarrassed. Sabastian walked over to his young master to read the words behind his back.

Both of their eyes widened in surprise. The stared at her, then back to the paper twice. They couldn't believe what they were reading. It couldn't be true cause it didn't make any sense.

"Coldspring Mental Institute?" they both asked in unison. The girl before them looked nothing like a mental patient. In fact. she looked, seemed perfectly normal.

Harriet nodded still looking away. A silent tear rolled down her cheeks at the memories of being cooped up like a caged bird. Sniffling she wiped it away and ran.

She couldn't take it anymore. She ran to the heavy door and made a run for it. "They're not sending me back there," She thought. "I won't let them!"

She was determined to never go back. No regrets, no mistakes.

She kept running. Hallway after hallway, turn after turn. She never stopped no matter how much her legs hurt or how much her lungs and stomach ached.

Winded, she slipped into a random room and fell to the floor, exhausted. She needed to find a way out, or get caught and go back and the second option wasn't a choice she was willing to make. Harriet wasn't giving up without a fight.

Harriet put her ear against the door, listening for footsteps or voices searching for her. She heard small footsteps coming from the hallway.

They were slow and lightly tapping the floor with confidence. Whoever that was knew where she was and were playing with her like prey.

She silently stood up in the tiny broom closet filled with unfamiliar cleaning tools. None of them big enough to hide behind. She searched around frantically for something.

Sabastian silently followed the young girl until he saw her slide into the broom closet. Smirking, he slowly made light footsteps. He was going to have his fun with her.

He made his way to the closet, smirking menacingly. He was toying with her insanity. He could smell her frantic fear through the door. He inhaled a bit and indulged in the taste of it.

She knew he was there. He had her cornered and there was nothing she could do about that. Sabastian loved this hunt, it was better than the first.

He turned the door handle and opened the door to a shaking Harriet holding a broom in her hands. She was in a fighting stance. Her eyes were red and she had fangs growing out of her mouth.

Sabastian's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. What was she? She couldn't be a demon. could she? No, she would have shown him her true form the first time he hunted her.

Noticing him being distracted, Harriet pushed the broom into his stomach with unknown brutal force and ran down the hall and disappearing around the corner.