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Aster Vow	By : Elleyis Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 1134 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Black Butler, aka Kuroshitsuji or any of the character there in. Black Butler is the property of Yana. I am making no money from this.

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Getting lost in the manner the wayward woman discovered a barely furnished room. The walls were dyed in red and gold. Nothing had been there other than a large square mark upon the wall where a portrait would have hung and a tattered old bed with sheets covered in dust. A beautiful red robe that shimmered like water was lying in the middle of bed. Meena placed a finger upon it, the fabric felt like a river to her index pad. “Why would this be here?”
When she was about to pick the discarded cloth up the faint sound of footsteps falling outside the door gave her a start. Feeling like a trespasser she rushed to the closet as fast as her feet would take her and closed the door. Veiled in darkness she heard a long scraping noise along the walls. The scarping grew louder and louder with each moment. Sometimes she could hear fabric tearing as well. Meena held her breath; the scraping sound was careening across the closet wall now. Her heart started beating faster until the sound suddenly stopped. Something metallic hit the floor and made a loud echo throughout room. The women put a hand over mouth to silence the sound of her breath. So she allowed oxygen back in her lungs by breathing through her nose.
“Aaaaarrrggghhhhh!,” a small but forceful voice rang out. Then the terrible sound of metal struck the walls. Soon another shout came, “Auuuughhhhh!” More slashing could be heard. The terrified woman began to quiver with fear. “Uuughaaaah,” this time there was no scraping but rather the sound of wood cracking. Suddenly Meena found herself face to face with the tip of a sword. The blade had come with in several inches of where her throat. She almost screamed but held in her fear.
Thankfully the sword dislodged and found another target to strike. When the hidden spy found the courage she to look she carefully peered through the small crack in the closet door. Alois Trancy was angrily slashing at the chamber walls, ramming the sword into any surface he could find.
“Bastard! Pig! Monster! Swine! Damn you!” All manner of foul words spilled from his lips. The chaos went on for some time until he finally dropped the sword and fell to his hands and knees from exhaustion. His breathing was heavy and his hair soaked with sweat. Alois then started laughing. It was low at first then it rose to a hysterical pitch.
She wanted cover her ears but was afraid to move her arms for fear he might hear her. So Meena remained motionless and silent. There was no telling what a boy in his state would do if he found out she was hiding inside. The tormented laughing soon faded and the Earl begun banging his hand against floor. Tears came unbidden from his eyes and a low groan of agony followed. His small chest violently convulse when fell flat on the floor and began to sob distraught with grief. “Help… Help me…Luka,” the boy passionately cried. “Luka.”
A long expanse of time passed before his tears finally dried. The lad stood, picked his weapon up again, and made his way to the bed. Laying the sword upon it he began to undress himself. Meena closed her eyes in confusion. She was scared did not wish to see the Earl nude.
“Claude!” he shouted. Moments later the sound of clicking came. Meena recognized it as the sound of the butler’s heels. A door opened and was soon shut. When she opened her eyes again Alois was sitting on the edge of the bed dressed in nothing but the red robe. His servant was standing before him. The fearful woman had a clear view of both parties.
“Your Highness,” the butler said in a composed and low tone while looking at his ward. Alois looked up at the man standing above. A devilish yet cruel look was in his turquoise eyes… He playfully ran the tip of a dagger across Claude’s suit, then neck, and finally his cheek. Alois smiled and made a small flesh wound across the man’s flawless skin. A crimson rivulet of liquid slowly seeped on to the blade.
Claude was stoic as ever and did not protest his master’s whims. “Claude, kneel,” Alois commanded. “Yes your Highness,” and the butler complied. The Earl watched with delight as the man took a knee. Again the tip of the blade was dangled around his face. First dancing through his licorice tresses and then sliding across his ear until it rested along his lower lip. Alois proceeded to make a small gash into the plump flesh. Claude did not flinch.
The boy grew bolder as he watched the blade stain with blood. Soon the dagger was dancing along the edges of the butler’s throat. “Claude,” the Earl said in a sickeningly sweet voice, “does it make you angry?”
“No,” was the obedient servant’s only reply. To which he was rewarded with a long incision across his larynx. The wound was not deep and but it did bleed. Alois removed dagger from Claude’s neck and brought the sharp metal to his own mouth. He slowly licked the edge of blade.
Meena’s stomach began to turn at the sight. ‘What’s happening? Is he possessed?’ Now she knew for sure she did not belong here and what see had seen was not meant for anyone’s eyes. The Earl was a sadist and would probably kill if he discovered her. Her heart began to race.
A good amount of blood was still on the dagger before the pleased Earl set it upon himself and thusly slit his own forearm lengthwise from elbow to palm. He grit his teeth as small tears welled up from pain, but finished the task in one precise sweep. Breathing rather harshly, he looked to his butler and spoke in a sultry yet teasing tone. “Claude, the smell. Does it make you hungry?” Before Claude could answer Alois slipped his dagger’s tip underneath the black ribbon adorning the butler’s neck. He motioned for his servant to come closer by tugging the silk and so Claude did has he was bade.
The Earl gracefully twirled his slender fingers though dark thick locks while allowing the scent of his blood to tease the butler’s nostrils. When he had his fun of vexing Claude he lend over to his ear and slowly whispered something the woman in the closet could not hear. “Does the Devil,” he paused for a moment and blew warm air across the bare ear, “want to lick a human?” A small wet tongue slid along the sleek curve of Claude’s ear. He did not move nor did his expression change, but his eyes slightly narrowed. “….Yes, your Highness.”
A sly smirk crossed the blonde’s lips. Alois lent back and presented the marred flesh to the patient butler. “Then, taste.” Claude did not hesitate. He dutifully took hold of the Alois’ wrist and cupped the boy’s elbow in the other hand. Bending the arm he brought it near the side of his face, and felt the warmth of his master limb against his cheek. The unnaturally alluring servant locked eyes with his Lord’s. A long thick tongue emerged between silken lips slithered up the inside of Alois’ arm capturing the succulent prize.
Meena did not see Claude’s golden eyes turn red for she had shut her own from the dust inside her hiding place irritating them. “Acho!,” a small yet audible sneeze escaped her nose. Meena’s heart instantly caught in her throat.
“Huh?” The Earl turned his head at the muffled squeak. Claude gracefully rose and made his way toward the closet. ‘No!’ The woman’s pupils narrowed to pin points in fear, her heart beat like a drum in her ears, and her body shook uncontrollably.
The steady rhythm of the man’s heels drove her into a mild shock. Click, she couldn’t move, Clack, she couldn’t breathe. Each step grew louder and louder signaling her very demise. The woman’s eyes teared as she silently prayed to every Deva she had ever known. ‘Save me!’ Click, ‘Krishna’, clack, ‘Ganesha’, click, ‘Hunuman’,clack, ‘Indra’, click, ‘Kali!’ The footsteps ended and Claude reached for the handle.
Miraculously a small mouse scurried out of the closet and past the butler’s shoes. Claude turned his head as it ran around him to the center of the room. Its beady black eyes looked up at Alois perched on the bed. The rodent twitched its tiny nose then alternated between rubbing its paws and cleaning its whiskers. Alois started to giggle with laughter. “Looks like you’re no match for the ‘dangerous mouse’ Claude.” The boy laughed so hard he threw himself back into the bed and wrapped his arms around his belly.
The little mammal made one last glance around the room before it quickly ran underneath the exit. Claude merely narrowed his eyes and returned his attention to the closet. ‘Oh no!’ Meena cried silently at her impending death.
All that was left was the sound of the door creaking as it opened. Meena cowered and crossed her arms over herself for protection.
“What are you doing in here you tart?!” Alois’s words were fire. Meena was shaking too badly to answer. Her blood was running cold and her limbs ached from being still for too long. Suddenly a humble voice interjected. “Forgive me my Lord, I did not know you were here.” It was the maid! It took the frighten woman a while to register the fact that she was still covered in darkness. It was only the door to the room which had opened.
Meena’s vision was cut off from crouching so all she could do was listen to the sounds that followed. Small footsteps,

the maid suddenly gasping, something crashing to the floor, and the dreadful noises of a woman being assaulted. “….Tramp! ….Whore! …Bitch!” In between the kicking and yelling Meena heard Hannah’s gasping. “Forgive…ugh…me..ugh…Lord.”
This went on for what seemed like ages. Then a heavy thud came. “Your Highness.” All was silent save for the butler’s heel clicking against the floor. Alois Trancy’s small frame had collapsed. The brutal child fainted, partially from his exertions against Hannah and the rest from the loss of blood. Claude lifted the limp body up and simply left the room, leaving Annafellow’s to herself.
Meena was still too scared to move and when the closet door finally opened she let out a shrill cry. “Shish, you are safe.” Meena dared to look. Two deep indigo spheres were kindly staring back at her. Her gray eyes welled up with tears of relief. Not knowing what to do she simply wrapped her arms around Hannah and lost consciousness.

~*~
A cool breeze caressed her skin, flowers of blue and purple bloomed everywhere. Somewhere in the distance was singing. The gentle lilting tune danced in her ears and wonderful feeling of peace surrounded her.
“Huna blentyn ar fy mynwes

Clyd a chynnes ydyw hon;

Breichiau mam sy’n dynn amdanat,

Cariad mam sy dan fy mron;”

A woman and a small boy with red hair sat in the field starring up at the clear sky. Meena felt like a ghost as she glided near the two but everything faded to white before she could reach them. Finding herself in bed Meena rubbed the tears from her sore eyes. She didn’t recall how she got back in her room, just the smell of flowers and the lingering tune in her head.
The next day she refused to leave the chamber unless her husband was with her but Harold wanted to go horseback riding with the Earl. Meena didn’t want to be anywhere near the psycho. Harold couldn’t understand why his wife was so anxious so he gave her kiss and set out to meet the lad.
Meena jumped out of bed and pushed a heavy dresser with a vanity mirror against the door to be on safe side. Her husband had ordered breakfast which the triplets promptly brought in whilst still in her sleep, so food and drink were not lacking.
The poor lady finished her tea and watched longingly for her husband’s return. But her thoughts wandered off and a warm blush rose on her face. She was thinking of the kind maid who saved her from a terrible nightmare. The only thing she could see now were indigo soaked orbs resonating one simple word in silent tones.
“Sadness.”
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