A/N: There is sexual content in this chapter. There will be a line where it starts and where it ends.
Chapter Fourteen: Terrorist Butler, Antagonistic Friend/The Third Dose
Another two and a half weeks had passed when they received another request from the Queen. It involved them being at the train station at eight in the morning. Lord Ackroyd's only son was kidnapped. The kidnapper wants five thousand pounds and if he informed the police, his son would be killed. The Queen asked the Young Master and Frances to save the child and return him to his Father.
They were currently at the station under the guise of going on vacation. Frances wore a dark green day dress with her vine necklace with the three roses Sebastian gave her for Christmas. She wore matching green heels and her hair was done up in an elegant braided bun with a green ribbon entwined in it. Sebastian wore usual black butler suit with his coat over it. The Young Master wore his usual blue suit with a black string tied around his neck, brown boots upon his feet, and his blue cloak. The three servants were with them as well, while Little Man Tanaka stayed with the carriage, however, they were just seeing them off to their vacation.
"Goodbye, Young Master, Mistress. I hope you both have a nice trip, yes!" Mey-rin enthused.
She was wearing her salmon dress with brown boots, brown shawl, and a matching brown hat with a salmon ribbon around it.
"Right." The Young Master stated.
"Thank you, Mey-rin. You guys keep each other and the manor safe, all right?"
"Yes, Mistress."
Frances smiled and hugged her. Mey-rin returned the hug.
"See that you behave yourselves while we're away." Sebastian ordered.
"Of course." Bard said, as Frances hugged him next.
He hugged her back. He was wearing a white shirt with a cap, jacket, pants, and shoes, all brown. Suddenly, they heard Finny's voice and the two of them released each other as they looked over at Finny.
"Oh, a train trip sounds marvelous! I want to try it sometime! Brilliant!" Finny exclaimed, running around excitedly.
He was wearing a light brown jacket with matching pants, a white shirt under a dark brown vest, a thick red ribbon around his neck.
"Finny! Quit running about like that!" Baldroy scolded.
Finny wasn't listening. Frances gasped and walked forward with one hand out.
"Finny, look out!" She cried.
But, it was too late.
In his excitement, Finny ran into a blue suited man carrying a large rectangle box. They both fell to the floor. The box crushed the man's hand. Frances flinched, knowing that had to hurt and feeling the pain Finny felt as well. Finny clutched his head, apparently it caught on the corner of the box. He quickly scrambled up, realizing his blunder. He knelt in front of the blue suited man with his hands clasped together.
"I'm so sorry!" Finny exclaimed.
Mey-rin, Baldroy, and Frances ran up to them.
"Are you all right, yes?" Mey-rin asked.
"Are you all right, sir?" Frances asked at the same time.
Mey-rin knelt down and reached her hands out.
"Don't touch that!" A gruff voice shouted.
They turned to see a man wearing a tan jacket with a lime green vest over a white shirt, red bowtie, dark grey pants, black boots, and a red hat with a dark brown ribbon around it walk out and off of the train. A cigar was in between his lips.
"That's a valuable scholarly resource! Do you have any idea how much it's worth?"
They looked back to see that the crate had popped open as well as the sarcophagus that was inside it, revealing a mummified person. The three servants screamed (Though, Mey-rin's scream sounded excited.) while Frances stepped back startled.
Frances heard the Young Master scoff.
"A mummy, eh?"
Sebastian placed a hand under his chin in thought.
"I believe there's been somewhat of an Egyptian antiquities boom amongst the moneyed classes recently. A mummy would be a valuable collector's item."
"'Collector's item"?" Bard asked horrified, stepping further away with Finny.
Frances shook her head.
*The dead should be left alone, not taken as some "collector's item".* Frances thought.
Sebastian's eyes slid over to her, a smirk upon his lips. She looked over at him with a small smile as his eyes flashed fuchsia for a moment. Frances turned back in time to see a priest in black robes with some sort of tattoo on both hands with short, brown hair, and round glasses knelt down, making the sign of the cross.
"Lord, please forgive your children."
The scholar clapped his hands.
"Pack it up this instant!"
"Yes, sir!" The two men in blue suits said.
They hurried towards the crate. Mey-rin and the priest moved back to give them some space.
"And be gentle about it."
They watched the men carry the sarcophagus onto the train.
"I pray no calamity shall befall you." The priest prayed, making the sign of the cross again then holding his hands together in prayer.
Suddenly, a whistle blew. Sebastian looked towards it.
"It is time for us to depart. I expect you three to behave yourselves while we are gone." Sebastian stated.
"Yes, sir!" The three of them saluted.
"Bye, Finny. Take care." Frances said, giving him a quick hug.
"You too, Mistress!" Finny exclaimed hugging her back.
They released each other. Frances gave them one last smile. She turned and took Sebastian's offered hand, thanking him as he helped her onto the train. They made their way to their compartment. Frances sat beside the Young Master as he took his hat off, handing it to Sebastian, who took it and placed it and his coat on the overhead compartment. They watched the scenery pass by. Frances smiled as she spotted sheep. Sebastian began to pour some tea.
"Here you go, my Frances." Sebastian said, handing her a cup of tea.
She smiled, accepting the cup.
"Thank you, Sebastian."
He smiled at her. He turned his attention to the Young Master.
"Here you are, Young Master. I've prepared Williamson & Magor's summer Darjeeling for today. I find the aroma perfectly suited to the sight of greenery through a train window."
The Young Master accepted the tea.
"Thank you." He muttered.
Frances' smile grew bigger. She took a sip and hummed happily in agreement. It was a lovely aroma. Sebastian's eyes slid towards her. His eyes flashed once again. She blushed prettily. Sebastian gave a small smirk. After the two finished the drink, the Young Master stood, handing his empty cup to Sebastian. He walked over to the window, glancing out of it. A man in a long black coat outlined in purple with a matching bowler hat, his hair and mustache grey, and in his arms was a brown bag with white handles, stood looking around nervously.
"That's Lord Ackroyd, then?" The Young Master asked, "And the boy kidnapped, his only son."
"Yes." Sebastian answered, taking Frances' empty cup, "If the police find out, the hostage will be killed. He was instructed to bring the ransom aboard this train."
"And the ransom is five thousand pounds…" Ciel stated.
"I take it that's the price humans set for their own souls." Sebastian stated, amused.
Frances scoffed. Both demon and human looked over at her.
"That number changes from person to person. Depending on how greedy some people can be and how much they can get out of a certain person. In this case, because he's a noble, they believe they can get five thousand pounds. Too bad that the Queen's Guard Dogs are on the hunt." She said with a smirk.
"Yes. You are correct, Frances. The kidnapper must be somewhere on this train. We'll find him, capture him, and safely rescue the hostage. That's the only way to dispel Her Majesty's distress."
"Very good." Sebastian said.
"Indeed." Frances agreed at the same time.
The Young Master gestured them forward.
"Let us start our search then."
Sebastian and Frances rose from their seats. Sebastian stepped forward, opening the door for them. The Young Master walked out first followed by Frances, then Sebastian. They made their way to the open-air seating area where once again Sebastian opened the door for them. As they entered, they heard boisterous laughter. They looked over at the enthused archologist who had raptured several people's attention with his tale of his great find.
"It's the find of the century!" He boasted, "Because what yours truly discovered was the Pharaoh Smenkhkare, hidden in the Valley of the Kings!"
He laughed loudly again.
"It's rather crass to brag about robbing a grave." The Young Master commented.
Frances gave a sharp nod as she glared at the man.
"Indeed."
"I met the Pharaoh once during his lifetime. (Frances looked at him in surprise.) He was an affable man of great virtue, not unlike someone I know." He said, his gaze turning to Frances' who promptly blushed, "Still though…" Sebastian continued, glancing away from her as he placed a hand to his chin, "even taking the desiccation into account, his face really seems quite different."
The Young Master and Frances looked at Sebastian with questioning looks.
"Then he's a fake? Do you mean that archaeologist is the kidnapper?" The Young Master asked.
"I couldn't say, my lord."
"Well, a …" Frances started, but a very loud "Oh hoh!" cut her off.
They looked up to see a wide-eyed man with wild black hair held back from his face with an orange band. He wore a light green long sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, brown suspenders, maroon pants, and brown shoes. In his hand was the red train schedule that he held this way and that.
"The train that left St. Pancras Station at exactly nine will cross the Cambridge-bound route at Bedford at ten eighteen! This is thrilling! This is not to be missed! (The Young Master raised an eyebrow. The man flipped the page.) We'll pull into Derby Station at one o' five… Oh, we'll definitely have a time lag! Considering the weather, the porters will have a hard time of it! It'll be about seven minutes, I'd wager!"
"Is he reading the timetables?" The Young Master asked.
"Yes," Both Sebastian and Frances answered. Sebastian placed a hand under his chin. Frances could feel the amusement coming from him, "He seems to have a bizarre obsession with railways."
Sebastian smiled brightly. Frances shook her head with an amused smile upon her face. The Young Master walked forward. Suddenly, his feet bumped into something. He grunted then looked down to see a green bag with white swirls upon it. He looked back up as an irritated voice spoke,
"What do you think you're doing, you damned brat?"
The short elderly man was bald with grey hair from about halfway on his head to just above his shoulders pointing in all directions in a neat messy sort of way. His grey mustache matched. He had dark brown eyes and a sneer was on his lips. He wore a light khakis shirt with a brown vest, a red long tie that disappeared into the vest, purple jacket, purple pants, and brown shoes. He was growling at them as his eyebrow twitched. Sebastian and Frances caught up to the Young Master. Frances ignored the man's clear irritation and stubbornness. Sebastian slightly bowed with a hand on his chest.
"I see you're from Japan. The scrollwork on that furoshiki wrapping cloth is lovely." Sebastian said, reaching for it.
The man lurched forward and grabbed it as he cried out, "Don't touch it!" making the demon butler pause and look at the man with surprise. The elderly man clutched it tightly to his chest.
"This is a precious family heirloom!"
*What's inside? Is he hiding something?* Ciel wondered.
"I'm sorry, my boy." An elderly woman approached them. She was wearing a dark purple shawl over her light purple kimono, her greying hair in a tight bun, "He's just so stubborn. Here (She lifted a tray of three sushi rolls.), a token of our apologies."
Frances smiled politely.
"No thank you, ma'am."
"Oh, I see. (She took off towards other people on the train, offering the sushi rolls.) Well, then, would anyone else like one? (However, those she offered them to, declined as well.) I have plenty. There are some with bonito flakes and some with pickled plus! Here, please take one!"
She offered some to two men and a woman in a booth.
"None of your bloody oriental food. (Frances mentally scowled as she felt the men and woman's disgust.) Everyone says cholera is rampant in Asia!" The man in a black and white tuxedo sneered.
"Shoo, shoo!" His friend shooed her away as if she were an animal.
Frances felt her anger rise. She knew to never take stranger's food and the elderly woman shouldn't have offered anyway, but there was no need to be so rude about it. She was about to step forward when the elderly man pushed past the Young Master, stomping towards the rude man.
"That's an outrageous falsehood!"
"Stop that." The priest from earlier calmly said as he stood, "Don't you think it's rude for you to take that attitude with travelers who have come all this way?"
"Sod off!" The man barked.
"Eyes front!" The elderly man shouted, pulling the man by the front of his shirt.
"As the Holy Book tell us (The men snarled at each other.), those who travel will be blessed. I'm sure it's God's will that brought us together here."
*A tattoo on a priest?* Ciel wondered to himself.
"My, my." Sebastian smirked, a hand on his chin, amusement rolling off him.
Frances looked at the demon butler and shook her head with an amused smile.
"You just love this chaos, don't you?"
His red eyes slid over to hers, his smirk growing more.
Suddenly, a door slammed open. A man in a grey trench coat with black gloves and a dark grey bowler hat with a black ribbon stepped through.
"Everyone please, calm down! (He danced through the aisle towards the Phantomhive party.) Cool down and sit down! (He moved past them and yanked off his hat, revealing Edward Abberline. The Young Master raised his eyebrow at the man. *He is nothing like his brother…* A small pang of regret coursed through him that Frances and Sebastian could feel.) I can understand your unease! Yes, we're transporting an assassin on this train (Frances' eyes widened with incredulousness. *Why on Earth would you tell the people this?! It's only going to freak them out more!* The people stopped talking and arguing instantly. They all gasped. Sebastian couldn't help, but chuckle. She glared at him. He wrapped an arm around her, discreetly placing a kiss on her forehead.) However! He is being kept under strict armed guard, unable to move a muscle! There's no need to wor… (Abberline stopped himself as he saw the people with frantic looks upon their faces.) Huh?"
"Run!" The rude man yelled.
Sebastian grabbed ahold of the Young Master and pulled him and Frances back into the aisle of a bench. The people, of course, panicked and ran out of the train car, stampeding over the detective. Once the crowd was out of the train car, Sebastian gave a quiet sigh as he placed them down looking at the hopeless man battered and bruised.
"Thank you, Sebastian." Frances said, looking over her shoulder at him.
"Of course, my Mistress." He said, inclining his head.
"Well, that was stupid." The Young Master stated.
Frances looked at him with a small smile. Abberline stood up and quietly turned to face them, gaining their attention.
"Oh! Why, you're the Phantomhive…"
He took a step forward before tripping and falling due to his injuries. Sebastian looked at his pocket watch.
"Young Master (He closed the watch, putting it away.), Mistress, it is time for lunch. Shall we head to the dining car?"
"Yes. Let's."
"Might I join you?" Abberline asked from his place on the ground.
"If that is what you wish, though… (The Young Master paused.) Sir Arthur will call you on the carpet for dining with me."
"Pish posh. I've wanted to get better acquainted with you. You see, my brother talked so much about you."
The Young Master stiffened slightly as regret and guilt coursed through him.
"I see." The Young Master stated. He began walking towards the dining car. Frances and Sebastian followed after him. The Young Master paused. He turned partly towards Abberline (Who was now standing again.), Frances and Sebastian created a path for him, "Are you still joining us, Inspector?"
Abberline smiled.
"Yes."
He began to walked towards them. The Young Master turned back with Frances and Sebastian following him to the dining car.
Once there, Frances and the Young Master sat on one side while Sebastian sat on the other side. Detective Abberline sat in the booth next to them. A waiter came and gave them menus. As Frances accepted the menu with a, 'thank you', she felt someone was coming as well as Sebastian's anger. As the waiter moved down the car, she saw Claude sitting a few booths down, golden eyes down, wearing a black coat and black top hat. He said something to the waiter. The waiter nodded and walked away without placing a menu in front of Claude. Sebastian glanced back, sending the spider demon a vicious glare. Claude met his glare stoically. The Young Master looked up, feeling the temperature drop. His eye widened slightly. Frances placed her hand on his shoulder, squeezing slightly. Frances brushed her leg against Sebastian's leg. His eyes instantly snapped to hers, flickering fuchsia for a moment. She tilted her head slightly as she felt a spike of arousal from him. She sent him calmness. His soul calmed as did his expression. She released the Young Master's shoulder. He looked down at his menu. Frances gave Sebastian a smile before she too looked at the menu.
A few minutes later, the waiter came back, he placed a white teacup and a plate of strawberries decorating the pile of soft cookies with crème between each layer in front of Claude. He then went and took their order as well as Abberline's. The waiter gathered the menus and went to put in their orders. Abberline turned to him.
"I say, that was quite a fuss back there, wasn't it?"
"And whose fault is that?" The Young Master and Frances asked at the same time, looking over at the Detective.
He pouted slightly, looking away.
"I guess I'll never be like my brother. He was such a protective man, even when we were little, he was always looking for work to support us."
The Young Master looked away. Frances' gaze softened.
"Detective Abberline." Frances called.
Abberline's head snapped up, looking at her with wide light blue eyes like his brother.
"Please, my lady, Edward is fine."
"Then you may call me Frances, Edward." She said.
Edward smiled.
"You will be like your brother. You just need a bit of training and remember to not cause the public to panic. As an officer of the law, it is all right to harbor secrets in order to keep people safe."
The Young Master and Sebastian smirked at her. Edward looked at her in surprise. A small smile morphed upon his lips.
"Thank you, Frances." He said.
She inclined her head.
"You're welcome."
"I am sorry about your brother." The Young Master spoke.
Edward's gaze snapped towards him in slight surprise before it morphed into a sad smile. The Young Master looked up at Edward.
"He was a good man."
Edward smiled a little more.
"Thank you, my Lord."
The waiter came back with their food and drinks. He set Frances' food of fried chicken with mashed potatoes and green beans with a glass of lemonade first then the Young Master's plate of eel pie and mashed potatoes next with a glass of water then several of the same on Abberline's table with a glass of water.
"Eel pie and mash really brings back memories!" Edward exclaimed, cutting into his pie, "Traditional English food, just like Mum used to make!"
He bit into his food. He made a happy hum sound and danced a little.
"It doesn't look like he knows about the kidnapping." Frances whispered low enough for the Young Master and Sebastian to hear.
"No, by all appearances, it doesn't. Still though…"
The Young Master's gaze slid to Claude. Claude met his gaze, stoically after placing his teacup on his saucer.
"Frances, have you had enough to eat?" The Young Master asked.
Frances wiped her mouth with her napkin, having eaten a bit more than half.
"Yes, I'm finished." She answered.
"Shall we go, then?" The Young Master asked.
Frances nodded.
"Yes. Let's."
"Very well."
The Young Master climbed out first. Sebastian followed suit, coming around the table to assist Frances up. She took the offered hand, allowing him to help her. They began to walk out.
"No Ciel! Frances! If you don't take a rest after meals, you'll ruin your stomach!"
Abberline began to choke since he talked with his mouth full. Frances glanced behind her, making sure he was all right. He punched his chest and was able to get the food down to her relief. Sebastian growled inside her mind. Frances' eyes met his. She could see his jealousy within his red eyes. She shook her head with a smile as she fell in step with him, her hand brushing his hand. The demon began to warble in her mind as he leaned his hand into her touch.
They made their way through the compartment cars.
"I must say, there are quite a few suspicious characters on this train." Sebastian commented.
"Yes…" The Young Master agreed, "A priest with tattoos, a sham archaeologist, a surly Japanese, a man in a frenzy over timetables… They're all too blatantly suspicious."
"Well, we can probably rule out the man in a frenzy over timetables as kidnapping is a more organized skill and the Japanese man as well for he just seems to have a bad temper and is all words and no action. Not to mention, there is an assassin onboard as well…"
The Young Master looked up at her.
"True." He agreed.
He turned back and placed a hand to his chin in thought.
Suddenly, a man in a brown jacket with a dark brown cap on his head passed by them.
"Excuse me." He said, pulling his cap over his eyes.
Frances' eyebrows furrowed. Then they widened as she sensed and saw his injured hand. The Young Master saw it as well. He gave a small gasp. The three of them came to the same conclusion. The Young Master reached out and grabbed his arm. The man in the brown jacket stopped and looked at him in surprise.
"You're that porter from the station. What are you doing on this train dressed like a traveler?"
The man gritted his teeth. He pulled out of the Young Master's grasp.
"Damnit!" He shouted, taking off down the hall.
"He's the kidnapper!" The Young Master shouted, running after him.
Sebastian and Frances followed after. They saw the Young Master slam open the door.
"Stop!" He snarled.
They stopped behind him, watching as the other train car was moving away. The man laughed at them as he closed the door.
"Don't let him get away, Sebastian!" The Young Master ordered.
"Very good."
Sebastian jumped and landed gracefully on the other car's little platform in front of the door.
"Come on, Young Master." Frances said, pulling him by his shoulders away from the door, "We have a child to rescue."
The Young Master nodded. They walked down the halls.
Meanwhile, Sebastian watched as the two humans engaged in conversation.
"Now, hand that over." The kidnapper said.
The Father of the boy backed away, terrified.
"If you don't make it quick (The kidnapper reached into his inside pocket.), the boy's life is over."
He frowned when he didn't feel it. Sebastian knew it was time to act. The kidnapper stiffened as his gun was held in front of his face and he felt the knife Sebastian held at his throat.
"I'm more concerned about your life, frankly."
The kidnapper's eyes widened.
"W-Who are you?"
Sebastian smiled with his eyes closed, pocketing the gun.
"Where is your young hostage?"
"Onboard that train. But, you can't save him now. What a shame!"
Sebastian opened his eyes just a bit and dug his knife deeper into the kidnapper's neck causing him to squeak.
"By which you man?"
"I… rigged a bomb to explode as soon as the train stops. I thought I'd put on a nice big fireworks display after I got the ransom money!"
The kidnapper laughed despite being held at knifepoint. The Father dropped the bag of money before he too fell to the floor in despair and horror. Sebastian opened his pocket watch, seeing the time was twelve fifty-five.
"We have ten minutes before the next stop."
The man continued to laugh.
"Serves you right!"
Sebastian slit his throat mid laugh. The kidnapper choked on his own laugh. Sebastian moved back allowing the dead kidnapper to fall on the floor. He kicked the body out the window, a glare upon his face.
"There's not much time." He said, turning away from the cowering Father.
He pocketed his suddenly clean knife and pocket watch before jumping through the window and running towards the train.
Frances and the Young Master raced down the halls.
"The criminal must have disguised himself as a porter to hide the hostage in someone's luggage." The Young Master stated.
Frances nodded.
"We need to get to the goods wagon now." She agreed.
They kept running. As they made their way down one of the compartment cars, they saw Edward.
"Ciel! Frances! Where are you going?"
"We're going to the goods wagon." The Young Master and Frances answered at the same time.
They ran through the door to the open-air seating car with Edward behind them.
"Wait! What do you mean, you're going to the goods wagon?"
The Young Master stopped causing Frances too as well. They turned back to look at Edward.
"We can leave the kidnapper to Sebastian. We'll be taking care of the child. He was stashed in someone's luggage. (He turned around. A fierce determination coming from him. Frances could feel Abberline's shock and confusion.) The only piece of luggage big enough to hide a child is that mummy's coffin!"
"What?" The archeologist demanded standing up from his chair angrily.
Frances was about to step in front of the Young Master to explain to the archeologist when they heard a pain filled gasp behind them. Frances could feel the immense pain. Frances and the Young Master turned around worriedly. Their eyes widened at seeing Edward on the floor, gripping his stomach and sweating quite a lot. They both rushed to him, kneeling down.
"Frances, what's wrong with him?" The Young Master asked.
"Edward, where does it hurt?" She asked, sensing it was the stomach area, but asked anyway to ensure she maintained her humanness.
"M-My stomach… My stomach hurts!"
"Any other symptoms?" She asked.
"N-No." He grunted.
The Young Master stood as Frances helped Edward sit up.
"This isn't right… I know I rested enough after I ate!"
Frances turned her head when she heard a female groan quietly too. Both she and the Young Master looked over at the woman who was offering rice rolls holding her stomach. The other passengers looked at her as well. One backed away from her slightly, fear and self-concern for himself emitting from him as well as the other passengers.
"You don't suppose it's cholera, do you?"
"Get out of here!" The rude man cried out, running away.
"Stay away!" The first man cried.
Frances nearly rolled her eyes.
*As if they can move on their own really well.*
"How dare you bastards treat my wife that way!" The Japanese man shouted, stomping after them.
"Did you eat one of those rice balls?" Frances asked quietly.
"Ah. It was delicious."
Frances knew what it was. She placed a hand in pocket and summoned a tonic to her hand. She took it out of her pocket and handed it to him.
"Here. Drink this. It'll help."
The Young Master stared at her a moment as Edward drank the tonic.
"I don't remember there being an instant cure for cholera."
"It's not for cholera. They just have a stomach ache. I'll explain later, right now we have a child to find."
He nodded.
"Right."
They made their way to the goods wagon. Frances opened it for him. They looked around and instantly spotted the large box the sarcophagus was in.
"This is it." The Young Master stated.
They went to the box and removed the lid to reveal the sarcophagus. They tugged and pulled until finally the lid to the sarcophagus opened. They saw a mummified person. Frances frowned. They saw the mummy shake. They turned to look at one another. They looked back at the mummy. They started moving the ashes. They saw black bindings wrapped around a small body. They started to unwrap the bindings. Frances paused. She felt someone was coming with terrible intentions.
"H-Help me…" She heard a boy gasp.
She looked back to see that the bindings had loosen to show a boy with blond hair. He was breathing heavily.
"Just hang on!" The Young Master replied.
She leaned towards the Young Master as he continued unwrapping the bindings.
"Get the boy out. I'll be right back."
The Young Master gave her a nod, hearing the warning in her tone. She slipped into the shadow of the open door behind a small crate. She crouched down and waited. The second she saw the shadow of a man, she attacked.
She jumped onto the crate. A man with blond hair, wearing a strait jacket, and holding a knife in her direction stood in the doorway. His dark grey eyes turned to her and widened as she kicked him in the chest. He gave a shout of surprise as he crashed into some crates on the other side of the car. She hopped down as he lifted his head, dazedly. She grabbed the knife, yanking it out of his hand. She tossed it out the train's door. She punched him several times, until he finally knocked out. She summoned chains to her hands. She chained his hands together, then his feet. She looked him over.
*This must be the assassin.* She thought, *We can't leave him here then.*
She dragged him over to the Young Master who was finishing untying the boy. They both helped the boy out of the sarcophagus.
"W-Where's my Father?" The boy asked.
"We'll take you to him." The Young Master stated.
The Young Master looked at the man unconscious at their feet. He looked up at Frances. He nodded. She nodded. She hefted him up, slinging him across her back, letting his feet drag along the floor. She gestured with her head that they should go first. The Young Master took the boy's hand, leading him the way they came with Frances following behind.
During all that, Sebastian was preoccupied with catching up to the train. He ran through the forest, hopped up several trees and spotted the next stop. A mile or so before the turn there was another track. He gave a light chuckle. He leapt up as he pulled out three forks. He tossed them causing the levers to move up thus changing the train's course and gaining more time. He raced to the conductor and jumped onto the coals.
"Pardon me." He called to the surprised conductor who turned around with a gasp, "There is a bomb on this train set to go off when we stop. Do not brake under any circumstances."
"W-Wait!"
Sebastian already left him behind to return to his mate and Young Master. He could feel that his mate felt someone was coming. He had to make sure she wouldn't cause too much damage to the man. While true the effects of the transformation wouldn't take place until the third full moon, she was already experiencing some of the transformation process now. Which explains why she got a little angry by Abberline's mistake of telling people there was an assassin on board. He knew it was because of that little thing inside her. He opened the door to the open-air seating area and saw Inspector Abberline sitting on the bench.
"Oh, you're Ciel's and Frances' butler!" He exclaimed, jumping up.
He looked around for them, though he could sense them coming to the car he was in.
"Where is the Young Master and Mistress?"
"They went to the goods wagon to save the child…"
"I-I have an announcement to make!" A train attendant shouted. Everyone looked over at him, "The points have just been changed and we're now bound for a different destination! (The passengers except Sebastian made sounds of confusion.) We'll be passing over a railway bridge no longer in use. It won't be able to bear the weight of this train and therefore our final stop… (He wiped the side of his face with a handkerchief.) will most likely be Heaven!"
The passengers began to panic except Sebastian.
"Then why don't we stop the train?" Frances asked, calmly stepping through the doorway behind the Young Master and little boy.
The passengers and Sebastian turned to her. He smirked as he saw the assassin knocked out. She maneuvered him so he was on the bench.
"Wa-Wait! That's the assassin! When did he…? How did you…?" Edward asked, standing up.
Frances smiled at him.
"Ah, Edward, so that did work. Perfect. Sebastian, can you keep an eye on the assassin, please?"
Sebastian smirked.
"Yes, my lady."
As Sebastian and Frances made their way past each other, their hands brushing against one another, he answered her question.
"There is a bomb set to explode if the train is stopped."
"Ah, I see." She said, calmly.
The passengers looked between them in shock as if they were merely discussing the weather. Frances made her way to the elderly Japanese lady. She was about to help her up when the Japanese man shoved past her to stand in front of his wife protectively.
"I'm helping her, sir. Did your wife have the eel pie for lunch today?"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"If she did, that is why her stomach aches, especially if she ate the pickled plum rice ball she made."
His eyes widened.
"That's a bad combination." He stated, understandingly.
Frances nodded. She held out the digestive tonic.
"Which is why, I wish to give her this digestive tonic. It'll make her feel better. Isn't that right, Edward?"
She looked towards the man as did the Japanese man. Edward smiled and nodded.
"Yes, indeed."
The Japanese man nodded.
"All right."
The two of them turned back to the woman. He helped her sit up. Frances offered her the tonic which she took. Frances stood.
"Excuse me." She bowed to the couple.
"Thank you, my Lady." The Japanese man said.
"You're welcome." Frances said.
She moved out of the booth and stood in the aisle. The assassin was coming around. Sebastian didn't even look as he punched him, knocking him out once again.
"Edward, can you handle the assassin and the young boy please? He was kidnapped and his Father is on the car that was decoupled."
"What about the bomb?" Edward asked, worriedly.
"Sebastian will take care of it." Frances and the Young Master stated.
The Young Master looked at Sebastian.
"Find the bomb and disengage it, Sebastian."
Sebastian placed a hand on his heart and bowed.
"Yes, my lord."
He straightened.
"Mistress." He called her.
She looked up and nodded. He smirked. He jumped out the window. Frances walked over to the Young Master.
"Come, Young Master." She said, turning and kneeling down.
He climbed onto her back. She raced out the door of the car they were in.
"Well, it seems they have it all in hand. God bless them." The priest said.
Frances smiled an amused smile at the scowl the Young Master and the smirk Sebastian had. She used the ladder on the back of the car to climb up to the roof where Sebastian stood waiting for them.
Once on top, she raced over to one of the cars with the Young Master still on her back. Sebastian held out a hand stopping them. He knelt down then grabbed the roof of the car. Frances' eyes widened. He started to lift it off. The Young Master's eye widened.
"Hey! If there are passengers in the carriage…" The Young Master started to reprimand.
Sebastian cut him off by continuing to tear through it until the roof was completely off. Frances shuddered. She was… embraced in those strong arms. Sebastian lifted the roof above his head. He flung it around then threw it into the air where it exploded. Sebastian dusted his hands off. He turned to them with a bright close-eyed smile.
"Not to worry, my lord. That was the roof of the dining car. (He glanced at Claude. The Young Master and Frances narrowed their eyes. He looked to the front of the train.) And now…"
Sebastian flung Frances onto his back. He ran along the roofs of the train. Once at the front of the train, he jumped onto the platform that surrounded the front of the train. He placed her down. He jumped over the train. Frances carefully helped the Young Master off her back. She had him go in front of her.
"Hold on tightly, Ciel. This might hurt." Frances said.
He nodded. He held onto the bars. Frances placed her hands over his.
While that was happening, Sebastian ran a few feet in front of the train and several feet from the broken bridge. He held out his hand.
Frances and Ciel closed their eyes, clutched the bars even tighter, and braced for impact. They both grunted when the train hit Sebastian. Frances whimpered slightly when she heard and felt the impact. Sebastian sent her reassurance that he was fine. She knew he was, but still…
After a few long minutes, that felt more like hours, the train came to a stop. Frances released the Young Master's hands. He removed his hands from the rail as well. The Young Master and Frances walked around to the front of the train.
"That was a close shave, but you managed." The Young Master commented and complimented.
"A Phantomhive butler who can't handle a simple bomb and stopping a train (He held out a hand for the Young Master.) isn't worth his salt."
The Young Master accepted his hand. Sebastian pulled him into his arms before flinging him onto his back. He turned to Frances.
"My amazing darling." He said, holding out his hand.
She smiled. She took his hand. He pulled her into his arms. She looked up at him and leaned her head closer to his to whisper,
"If anyone's amazing, it's you, my amazing, powerful crow demon."
His eyes flashed fuchsia. In her mind, his warble/purr was extremely loud. He leaned down and kissed her deeply. She returned the kiss. She made to wrap her arms around the demon when they felt the Young Master's spike of embarrassment.
"Oi! Not when I'm around!" He hissed.
They smiled into the kiss. They pulled away with Frances releasing a breathy giggle.
"Oh." They heard several people gasp.
Sebastian walked towards the right side of the train. He set Frances down first then the Young Master. They saw a majority of the people off the train.
"That was magnificent, butler. You and Frances make one extraordinary team. (Sebastian and Frances shared a smirk.) Though, you are no ordinary butler at all.' Abberline complimented, approaching them.
Sebastian looked back at Abberline. His smirk growing.
"I am merely one hell of a butler."
It was approaching sunset, by the time the Yard arrived as well as another train. Frances smiled as she saw the kidnapped son and his Father reunited. She had gone around helping those that had any injuries that were major such as cuts, but mostly the people just suffered some bruising. Sebastian then had her go with the Young Master to get a compartment for them as he waited to take care of their luggage when the train arrived. She agreed and went with the Young Master to a compartment.
Sebastian was waiting patiently for his turn to be next when he sensed him approaching. He stepped right behind him.
"Here. My tea spilled in all the commotion. A true butler should have been able to sort that out without the slightest rocking of the train."
"Yes, I can see you took some damage as well."
It was silent for a moment, then he heard the slickness of his tongue as it ran across the crème on his nose.
Claude turned away from him, putting the tablecloth in his coat. He fetched an invitation. He held it out towards Sebastian.
"What is that?" Sebastian asked.
"An invitation for Lady Frances. (Sebastian narrowed his eyes.) Does she even know what you are doing to her? (Sebastian snarled. Claude smirked.) She'll hate you forever."
Sebastian snatched the letter from the disgusting spider demon.
"You know nothing." Sebastian snarled, feeling Frances sending him calmness.
Claude continued smirking. He walked away.
The Phantomhive party returned to the manor at around ten that night having accomplished what they were to do. Frances and the Young Master bid each other good night. They separated to their rooms. Frances yawned tiredly as she entered her room. She jolted. Something was going to happen tonight. She slowly began to take out her hairdo. She shook out her hair. She twirled the ribbon in between her fingers. She walked to the bathroom and placed the ribbon and rubber bands into her drawer. She took off her necklace, entered her room again, went to her dresser and placed it in her jewelry box. She slipped out of her dress, placing it into the basket. She returned to her dresser and pulled out a dark purple nightgown. She placed it on. She walked over to her bed and laid down, pulling the covers over her. She turned onto her left side, watching and waiting.
After a few minutes, she smiled when she felt his presence at the door. Suddenly, she stiffened when she felt his clawed hands around her waist. She spun around to see the crow demon before her. The demon smirked at her wide-eyed, open mouthed expression.
"How?!" She demanded.
He chuckled darkly. He waved a hand in the direction of the door. She turned to see it open. Her jaw dropped. Some of his tendrils of darkness was there. It floated towards him, brushing against her cheek. The door closed. She pouted as she turned towards him again.
"Cheater."
He chuckled again, nuzzling her nose.
"I am a demon."He said in a sing-song voice.
"So you are." She agreed, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Malphas licked her nose.
"Precious mate." He purred against her nose.
"Malphas." She sighed.
She lifted her lips, silently asking for a kiss. Malphas smirked. He leaned down and embraced her lips. Warmth flooded through them. They kissed long and deep. Malphas tore off her clothes. Frances gasped into the kiss. Her hands moved down to his shoulder. One hand went down to his chest while the other reached for his feathers around his eyes. Malphas gasped the second he felt her touch the feathers on his face. He warbled loudly in pleasure.
Unable to help himself, he slowly slid inside her. He relished in her loud gasp, swallowing it. He nuzzled her hand to get her to pet him more. She obliged, petting him as she arched to accept his size. However, he wanted to continue to swallow her whimpers and moans, so he did.
*M-Malphas.* She whimpered to his mind.
He finally released her only to kiss her face, relishing her loud gasp.
"Precious mate. (He kissed her nose.) So strong. (He kissed her closed eyelids.) So beautiful. (He kissed her forehead.) So mine."
"M-Malphas. Nngh!"
She tensed.
"You can take it, my love." He murmured, nuzzling her cheek.
He licked down her face. She shuddered. Her hand had managed to stay and pet his feathers as he kissed the various parts of her face. Malphas' clawed hands ran up and down her sides. His lips were at her lips again.
"I need you, my precious mate." He whispered, seductively.
"M-Malphas."
She let out a come-hither gasp. Malphas kissed her lips once again. She kissed him back. She moved her hand from his feathers to cup his cheek. They kissed until he was all the way inside her. They both moaned. He slowly began to move in and out of her. His clawed hands took hers, entwined them, and laid them against his chest, his left hand with his mark covered his mark upon her. She gasped, clutched his hands tighter, and thrusted faster. The demon hissed, matching her thrusts.
"Yessss, my mate. That's it." He growled.
"Nngh!" She cried out.
His fuchsia eyes shimmered in pleasure.
"Malphas."
"Frances."
"My demon!"
"My human!"
"My crow demon!"
"My strong human!"
"MALPHAS!"
"FRANCES!"
They both came undone. He fell back into his body quickly. He latched onto her neck, teething and licking it. She purred lightly as she slowly fell back into her body. Her body still twitched as Malphas kept his hand upon his mark and she felt his teeth and tongue upon her neck.
"Mal-ph-as." She sighed.
He warbled loudly. His nose skimmed along her neck to her throat.
"My mate." He whispered lovingly; his tongue licking her throat.
A shaky breath escaped her.
Suddenly, he pulled out, turned her over so she was on her stomach causing her to gasp. Then she felt her hips being lifted having her make a come-hither gasp. She moaned as her head tilted back and her back dipped, eyes closed as Malphas filled her. His clawed hands ran up and down her back.
"Yesss, my mate. Such beautiful sounds."
He nuzzled her neck near her ear. Once he was at the end, he licked her ear before speaking to her.
"I want you to thrust on my command. Do you understand, Frances?"
She shivered and nodded.
"Yes, Malphas."
He smirked against her ear.
"Such a good woman." He purred happily. His eyes became the thinnest of slits, "Now."
She thrusted back onto him as he thrusted his remaining length into her. She gasped. He gave a long sinful moan that harmonized with hers as her gasp changed into a moan. His clawed hands raked down her back, he kissed her ear.
"You are so lovely, my Frances."
"And you… are so… energetic, my Malphas."
He chuckled darkly. She gave a small whimper as she shuddered. His tongue licked her ear again.
"Yes, indeed. You make me so, my beautiful mate." He purred into her ear.
She couldn't respond as he pulled to her entrance then plunged back in. She began to moan instantly. His hands ran up her back to her shoulders, down her arms to intertwine with her clutched hands. He looked into the mirror. A grin spread upon his lips as he watched her beautiful flushed face. Her eyes were closed, mouth parted where blissful moans and pants escaped her lips, face pink, her hair was tousled gently, yet still looked beautiful. He closed his eyes and moaned louder as he used his demon speed.
"My Frances!"
"My-My Malphas!"
"My beautiful human!"
"My energetic demon!"
"I love you!"
"I love you!"
They both screamed and roared. Malphas' energy flared out along with his wings. Frances shivered, purring quietly, then passed out from overwhelming bliss. Malphas' clawed hands quickly reached out and cradled her head. He slowly pulled from her as he licked her bruised neck. When he fully exited out of her, she shivered again.
He carefully turned her over. He smiled at her passed out form. He moved the pieces of hair that had fallen into her face as he maneuvered her. He cleaned the two of them up. He cradled his precious mate in his arms. He tried not to think of what Claude said. He was confident in his plan. He caressed her cheek.
"You will be mine for all eternity, my Frances."
As if responding to his declaration, she sighed as she leaned into his touch.
"Malphas." She sighed in her sleep.
He smirked at her. He nuzzled her nose. His lips lightly pressed into hers as he warbled in pleasure. He felt her smile against his lips. He pulled away with a smile of his own. He contentedly watched her sleep and caressed her cheek or run his hand through her hair as he waited for midnight to appear.
Once it did, he bit into his wrist and held it to her lips. She swallowed the first drop, letting out a quiet sigh as though it tasted delicious. He grinned, watching as she swallowed each and every drop as it fell into her mouth.
"Yes, my mate. Drink every drop. Muta corpus, muta sanguinem, perfundat animam tuam tenebrae.*"
Once all eleven drops were administered, he pulled his wrist away, licking it, healing it instantly. He watched and waited. She started convulsing and contorting and stretching. Little whimpers and gasps escaped her lips.
"It'll all be over soon, my Frances. You are so strong. You can take this." He encouraged her, gently running his hand through her hair.
After sixty seconds, her body collapsed against him. He kissed her forehead. The moon and his mark under her bed gleamed as bright as his fuchsia eyes did.
"Mine." He growled.
* Muta corpus, muta sanguinem, perfundat animam tuam tenebrae means change the body, change the blood, let the darkness flood your soul.