Chapter 42:
"Celesta!"
My name... That is my name... right?
I couldn't feel anything other than pain as I watched my life play before me. Everything was getting more blurry by the second. The only thing visible enough was the images of everything in my life playing on the will of the Undertaker.
The child Celesta, the infant Celesta, was being cradled in her brown mothers arms while her white father stood next to them, a happy smile on both of their faces. The child grabbed onto the mothers finger that was being held out in front of her and giggled as if it was the funniest thing in the world. Her parents eyed her lovingly, not caring that the doctor was also in the room with them.
The blanket that she was wrapped in was of lavender color and had small flowers stitched onto the edge. Her mother was lying down in the hospital bed, the blue covers covering the top part of her.
"We will do everything in our power to protect you, our little bird," my mother said.
As my mother placed a kissed on my infant forehead the record fast forwarded to when I was a child.
"Mommy! Daddy! Look what I found!" Behind the young girl was an open flower field full of different flowers. She had found a protea flower and a snapdragon flower. Both were a brilliant shade of pink and was tall and round in their own way.
She wore a soft red dress with black tights underneath and flats. Her mother wore a light blue dress while her father wore a brown suit.
Her father watched her as she ran up to them with the flowers in her hands. He always smile the most when he had his two favorite girls with him.
"Those are really beautiful, Cel," my father spoke. "I think they should be preserved, don't you think dear?" He looked over to his wife who was looking in different direction.
She was eying the forest that was surrounding them, Celesta knew. The young girl couldn't tell what was happening, only that her father was looking at her mother in a concerning way. She readied to turn around back in the field of flowers but her father stopped her by grabbing her arm lightly.
"Cel, we're going back home. I think you're mother is feeling a little sick."
She didn't believe what he was saying in the slightest. She knew what her mother was like when she was sick. She knew what her face looked like when she was trying to make it believable that she was alright. She knew it was something different.
Her father placed his hand in her hand and rushed her back to the carriage that they took. He told the driver of the carriage to take them back to the house while still looking around for any sign of something off. Celesta sat with her parents, more confused. She was sad the trip ended so suddenly but couldn't complain when her father began worrying like this.
The little girl looked at her parents, worry taking course.
The cinematic record fast forwarded to the day my parents left me. Tears fell down my face as I relieved the memory more thoroughly.
"We are so sorry my darling," my mother cried to younger me, the water from the rain mixing in with her tears.
"We don't want to do this but we have to. Don't try to find us or you will only get hurt."
My father stood next to her, scanning the area for the people they were trying to escape.
"Naylene we have to go!"
"Wait! Please don't find us, sweetie. Change your name as soon as you can. And don't let anyone, anyone, destroy your wings. They will be your freedom."
"Honey they're coming!"
"Goodbye."
My mother kissed the young me in the forehead and my father gave a quick hug goodbye and they ran away, leaving the younger me in an alley. The rain mixing in with her tears as she stood alone in the alley.
I watched as there was more to the memory. A piece that I didn't remember at all.
She crouched alone in the alley. She wanted nothing more than for her parents to come back to her. She knew that wouldn't happen.
Men in black ran in the direction that her parents had went, screaming that they needed to catch up to them. Yelling that they had to find their daughter. But she had hope. Hope that her parents would run away from them and never be caught by them.
She waited a few minutes to leave the alley and walked where ever her feet would take her. She stopped outside of what looked like to be a mortuary. She walked inside of it but as soon as she did the cinematic record fast forwarded to when she was chosen by Father to be the next circus member.
I watched as the familiar place of the auction house presented itself in my cinematic record. Even if I was in pain on the floor, bleeding to what I could only assume, my death, I shivered as I remembered the cold building and the stares that each person in masks gave me.
Each person was wear a white mask with black cloth to block their eyes. No mouths were drawn on the masks. Ten-year-old Celesta stood next to the announcer, hand-cuffs on her wrists while her hands were behind her back. They had put her in a frilly pink dress, one that had little sleeves and was only long enough to cover her thighs. Her knees slightly shook as the announcer spoke the bids of each person. The last bid, being 1,000 pounds, won and the announcer had others take her to the back of the stage to prepare for the man who had sold her.
She walked out to the back where the man had given the amount owed, and cried out slightly when a hand made its way towards her face.
He looked at her sympathetically. He gave her a small smile while bending down to her height. She looked away from him, too scared that he would hit her in case she said anything at all. After all, it always happened when she tried begging the different vendors for food.
"It's alright, little one. You will be in a good home with others who are very similar to you. They're your age and are orphans like you."
She looked him in the eyes and noticed the sincerity. She felt slightly relieved that he wasn't there to buy her for unspeakable things.
I watched as my life played out from then. When Father suddenly started changing in front of my eyes. He used to be so understanding, so happy. But ever since he met the Phantomhive's son he was obsessed. Everything he had done after the short interaction was dedicated to the boy and his family. It was sickening reliving the moments I wanted to forget. Watching as I sent each of those children into a different kind of hell. Killing just because I thought we were doing the right thing.
The record sped up once more. It were the months after the murders in the mansion, when Snake found us and it was all a relaxing blur. The moments spent with Sebastian trying to prove to me that he would be the best mate he could, although he would never admit it. In the eyes of others we were professional, but alone it was nice.
They sat in the library, Celesta reading a book and Sebastian dusting the area.
"Sebastian, what's your favorite color?"
"Why would you ask?"
"Well," she uncrossed her legs and stretched them in front of her, her feet touching the ground, " I think since we haven't really spoken much to each other since Ciel was cleared of the murders, and I don't really know anything about you and vice versa, I wanted to know."
"It is black."
"Well that's not much of a surprise."
"What is yours?"
"It's black as well. Sometimes it can be red."
I smiled on the floor. A small chuckle erupted from my throat only to be stopped from the blood that came out instead. The death scythe was still inside of me as I laid on the floor.
The scene switched to what looked like a few weeks later.
"Sebastian..."
"Yes, Celesta?"
"You're not a bad person. I think, you're just misunderstood."
"Misunderstood?"
"Well, demons are usually thought of evil creatures that can't love or can't have the ability to have a chance at love and I find that sad. That only happens because people won't give you a chance. But also because normally the first thing we see is a creature of hell that hates humans. Which I know is true."
Sebastian chuckled slightly. The sound caused a warm feeling to reach her heart as she helped Sebastian clean the kitchen. The servants had gone to bed. Celesta was having a night where she couldn't sleep, a night that happened more often than night.
"Are you falling for me, my dear?"
"No! It's just really hot in here. Having to work with a full maid attire is very inconvenient..."
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"Hi, Sebastian."
"Hello, Celesta."
The two people sat in silence in the library once again. Celesta was reading while Sebastian was dusting, but this time he stopped a few times to watch her read.
She knew he stopped his work sometimes to take a look at her. She figured it was only because she had a peculiar way of sitting on a chair.
She looked out of the window after finishing another chapter of the romance novel that she was reading. She was too lost in thought to notice the demon approaching her. She felt a hand grasp her own and she turned her head to the hand. Her eyesight followed it up to the demon that she had grown so fond of. To others, it looked as if they were merely friends getting, let alone coworkers. She was fine with that. She wasn't a big fan of public display of affection.
"Celesta..."
She looked confusedly into his eyes. He had never seemed so desperate, so vulnerable before. She placed the book she was holding on the table to her left and immediately brought her gaze back to the demon who had said her name.
"I wonder..."
"Wonder what, Sebastian?"
Slowly but surely his lips touched hers. She didn't protest. She didn't move. Her eyes closed and her cheeks flushed just slightly.
Something inside of her was trying to claw its way out of her. Maybe it was her own heart, realizing that he was actually kissing her. Or maybe it was the demon inside of her that was agreeing with what was happening.
Sebastian pulled away, his eyes that demonic color that she had learned to love throughout the months of being at the Phantomhive manor. Nothing was said as she sat there while Sebastian placed both of his hands on the side of the chair.
"Well... and to think that the first time we met you were ordered to kill me..."
I watched as we chuckled at each other. The cinematic record ended at this current moment. Tears rolled down the side of my face. The place where my right wing used to be attached ached in a way that had never ached before. I cried out in pain. I looked to my right and saw the pitch black wing changing into a dull grey color. The left one on my back was turning into a similar grey color, only slightly more livelier.
"Ah~ so you're their child after all~"
Ok so I know a lot of you are confused because I transferred "Not a Circus Girl" chapters to this story and it was because I didn't want to continue the story in a different format when the relationship wasn't really that developed. This one their relationship may have seemed a little rushed but trust me it wasn't. I skipped it for a reason. Also, the flowers and their meanings align with the family name and their meanings as well.
Naylene = caring
Drake = fire/handsome
Cera = freedom
Celesta = heavenly/celestial
Protea flower = change/transformation/diversity/courage
Snapdragon flower = graciousness/strength/deception/presumption
The meanings of these flowers and their names should help a little with the understanding but trust me by the end of the story it will all make sense. I don't know how many more chapters this will go for because I'm not sure if I want to continue the story from the public school arc or not. But for now here's the story and I hope you enjoyed it. If you have any questions about the story from up to this point that ask in the review section and I will answer through pm. Thank you so much for supporting BYE ^_^
