Seeking Consequence

The streets of dark, foggy London were pelted with the harsh rains of the winter season. There were no people out wandering now, not as lightning lit up the sky, threatening to strike down the earth.

A flash of red sparked in the distance as a figure glided along the rooftops silently, a toothy grin shone through the darkness as golden eyes followed a lone man who was stumbling along one of the alleyways, crying out for someone-anyone to hear him.

Eugene, as this man would come to be known as, stumbled up to a bar widow, beating his hands harshly against the glass as he tried to get someone’s attention. The door had been barred. After all, no one will listen to an insane man, and that is how he had come to be known.

“Please! You have to believe me, please! Someone! Open up!”

The bartender snickered at the lone man, fingers curling around the gun he kept safely hidden in his left pocket in case of such emergencies. He began toward the entrance, planning to end the nonsense one and for all, but by the time he would arrive, the crazed man would be gone. Perhaps he went off to hassle some poor family settled down for dinner?

Eugene Maxims was a thief to begin with. A well known burglar amongst the citizens of London. Naturally, when he had gone missing, no one cared to inform anyone. It was a mere month since that time, and ever since the man had returned to the streets, people believed him to have gone mad wherever he had been absent to. He would scream, cry, yell, grab random passerby’s on the street in hopes of convincing them of some insane story about how he had been kidnapped.

The truth is, is that nobody had cared.

Just then, the figure on the roofs stopped in his step, gloved hands placing themselves on slender hips as they observed the city below. “I didn’t think this would be taking so long…” A feminine whine emitted from the man’s throat. “The last murder was much faster…”

There came a body from the alleyway but then it was gone again, a slow heavy walk moved over the roadway, a glinting knife in his way. A loud groan came from the male.

“So unclean…you need to be re-cleaned.” He growled deeply at the man who was walking away screaming. Then there was no noise shaking from the control of his body. A loud thud happened as the figure was coming closer to the male. “Unclean…” there was a flash in the killer’s eyes as he saw the male closer to him.

The male shrieked as he heard the voice. He stumbled, speeding to a run, falling against a dead-end between two buildings. He fished around in his back pocket, pulling out a knife and holding it in front of his nose defensively as he turned to the attacker. “Get away!”

“Aw watch how he cowers…watch as he moves…look at the shiny knife…just like the one I have to make you clean…” the killer said in a light and joyful voice, prancing slightly for a step or two with a glinting object in his hands before he stopped quite a few feet away from the male that had been running from him. The killer took the object in his own hands and started licking up it. “I believe my weapon is cleaner to make you clean.” He growled eyes widening immensely.

“Stay back!!!” Eugene screamed, eyes wild as he leapt forward in attempt to swipe at his assailant, slashing and swinging recklessly.

“Tsk tsk…so thoughtless…” The killer chuckled taking only one swing at the male hitting his arm easily. “Clean I must clean you…” he growled deeply.

Falling back, the victim stared up at him with watering eyes, scooting back snuggly against the wall, shaking uncontrollably. “You sick bastard! I’ll-I’ll kill you!” he cried out, trying to impossibly scoot back into the wall more.

“Hahaha! You will need to be clean!” he growled deeply, slapping the knife across the male’s knee, prancing hard and unbalanced around the male.

Though screams could be heard echoing through the streets of London, only one would see the look of terror in the thief’s eyes as the blade slid over his flesh time and time again, painting him crimson with blood…

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From the highest window of the Phantomhive mansion, a frustrated groan could be heard coming from the young Earl himself as his small fists hit hard against the tabletop in front of him as he slammed a newspaper and letter down onto the desk. His eyes did not strain away from the words he had read as he spoke out.

“It’s time to leave. There’s been another killing with similar markings as the one from a few days ago, Sebastian.”

Sebastian had just come into the room when the teen had thrown a fit about seeing the news. “Yes my lord.” He walked out only to get the carriage out front and the front doors to the mansion open fully for his master to walk through. “My lord? What will you do when you find the person doing the murders?” he asked in a serious and orderly voice from the way he talked as a butler. After all that was all he was to the Phantomhive mansion; a shadow.

“Get rid of them, of course.” Ciel leaned back, looking slowly up to Sebastian’s
deep red eyes as he himself stood, walking over to Sebastian, stopping about a foot in front of him. “You know what you’re to do if we run into any resistance from the assailant. Right?”

Sebastian nodded as always. “Of course, but remember you are my first priority than anyone else.” He whispered an evil glint in his eyes, as he was suddenly on his knee, a hand over his chest. Keeping his eyes low, he refused to look fully at his master.

Ciel lifted his gaze to Sebastian’s, watching him with an illegible expression on his face, the faintest hint of pink on his face as he forced himself to avert his eyes once more. Though he was unaware the reason, every time he’d stopped thinking of only his work and actively allowed himself to take a long, good look at the devil, his heart would beat faster and he would find his mind wandering. It wasn’t when he had given into the pleasures that Sebastian teased him with that it had begun. No, it wasn’t even the second time that had happened. Ciel realized that it was only once he had watched his blood mingle with the demon’s that his heart began doing flips.

It wasn’t the thought that he, the young human, had power enough to perhaps, heal the butler, nor was it the realization that the demon had to do whatever he was told whenever he was told. It was the feeling of the intense bond when Sebastian had regained his senses that made the young Phantomhive yearn for more of that feeling…the feeling of falling asleep in his arms…the feeling he wasn’t supposed to have.

Even so, Ciel found himself thinking on the matter more and more as the days passed. When he would allow himself too much free time, his mind would wander back to that day when he woke up to feel Sebastian’s arms around him, or that unreadable look he received when he had revived his demon in the kitchen. There were so many questions he was fighting to hold back, that at times it was nearly too much to keep in, he felt.

Smiling to himself, just faintly visible to any onlookers, Ciel nodded briefly and turned from Sebastian.

“Very good. You’re quite the loyal dog, aren’t you?” He knew how touchy Sebastian would get at times about remarks like that, and it only made him smile wider.

The demon nearly glared daggers at the teen, growling very very faintly at him. Moving slowly he opened the carriage door. Keeping his eyes on his master he let his mind wander about what the teen was thinking. ‘Was it something good, bad, thoughtful, longing?’ the list in the demon’s head continued but he was at a total loss on what he was thinking. True their bond seemed to have grown, but it was still slightly just a relationship between a protector and the protected. Giving a small sound of a sigh, the demon shook his thoughts from his mind nearly afraid to let them continue for how dangerous they could get for him and the young master.

“As loyal as any dog is to their short master…pardon, Young master.” He corrected himself easily brushing off what he said slightly.

Ciel openly flinched, glowering over his shoulder at the demon, tripping slightly on his own foot as he wasn’t watching what he was doing while stepping up into the carriage. As expected though, he merely pretended that he hadn’t had the clumsy moment and smoothed out his clothing before sitting. “What was that?” he asked Sebastian in warning, glancing out of the window beside. “Disobedient mutts are very unattractive to a household. Maybe I should get a dog trainer.”

“Only if you are holding the whip…” he whispered in a dark tone, climbing into the carriage just after Ciel. Giving him a look of disobedience, and yet full obedience, a vibrant look of red eyes seemed to hauntingly watch the teen master. “Where was the other murder?”

The expression Ciel gave was of just slight defeat, dropping the teasing matter abruptly with a faint pout before handing over the directions, watching him closely.

Sebastian touched the paper gently looking over the directions, looking up slowly up at the young master. “Ah… so another ally way…” he moved slowly so that he was right in front of his master, touching his knee faintly, only to move it slightly at the sudden lightening sensation that flowed through his arm at the touch. Leaning back he kept his eyes far beyond his master as thoughts flowed through his confused demon mind.

The young boy simply watched his butler for a while, reaching out a hand to gently touch Sebastian’s chin to lift his gaze to his own. The touch was much more gentle than he normally would touch the devil. His eyes were gentle as he gazed down at him. Before speaking in a soft voice.

“Always be loyal to me. Never leave my side.” He said in a slightly more demanding tone, though it was still holding more kindness than usual, his hand moving down to take Sebastian’s left hand to bring it up to cover his right eye, which had the patch over it. “Stay with me until the day I die.”

The devil watched the teen with admiration, biting his lip at the emotions that were confusing him so much. Noticing the way the teen held his hand, talked and looked, smiling softly, ad yet mischievously. “My lord…” leaning forward he kissed just over the un-contracted eye. “You don’t have to tell me twice.” He whispered gently, slowly he leaned back the feelings through him caused a disturbance in his normal behavior, looking deeply at his master. Sebastian tried to conceal his confused feeling from the young master, but still he was unable to due to the bond that was so strongly crafted.

Ciel couldn’t help but to smile to himself, a noticeable smile on his supple lips. “Good…Sebastian.” Ciel whispered softly, lowering his hand and turning his gaze to the window.

Sebastian’s eyes widened slightly at the teen’s smile, bewildered at the feeling of his heart leaping at the reaction to his master’s smile, looking down he pretended to look over the directions. He was silent the entire way for he was so lost on what the feelings were. There was something different about the relationship between the human and the demon, Unfortunately there was no one he could confront without being taken and beaten for what he had brought the teen back to life.

Ciel’s smile remained for the majority of the ride to their location as he thought over his own words. The contract was binding them…until the day that he, Ciel
Phantomhive, completed his goals and wishes. There were times that he wondered when that day would come, how would the devil take his life? Would it be peaceful? Excruciating? Would he even notice it? This was a subject he rarely allowed himself to ponder. When he did, he couldn’t help but to dare think on it in deeper terms…What would it be like for Sebastian? How would he do it? Would he allow Ciel to see his true form? What would it feel like for him…when he finally got to take the soul he had been waiting so long to devour…would it be pleasurable…?

Literally shaking his head at what he had been thinking, he dared not to make any motion toward his blushing face in hopes that his butler wouldn’t notice. The thought that he could somehow give him that sort of pleasure…

Ciel shook his head again, this time reaching up and pinching his right cheek hard as if to snap himself out of a daze.

Sebastian laughed gently, nearly too soft for the teen to hear, having watched the entire scene of his master blushing in his thoughts. The teen must have been thinking something incredibly embarrassing to have him blushing so much. Feeling the carriage leisurely start to move in a slow pace, the demon leaned forward stopping from the teen purposefully blowing gentle hot air onto his lips. “Nearly time to greet the world, will you do so with such a blush?”

“What…?” Ciel breathed out, blushing even more and shooting him a dirty look. “What are you talking about?” he turned his head away quickly, looking to the side, his lower lip quivering slightly with emotion.

Leaning closer he whispered so close to the teen’s ear he barely brushed it with his lips. “The becoming red blush, the shade of a deep colored rose, gentle on your pale cheeks, Ciel…” The demon whispered in a deep hoarse voice.

Ciel meant to speak in protest, though all that managed to come out was a soft mewl of uncertain emotion. He closed his eyes, biting his lower lip as he fought to figure out what to say.

Sebastian smiled gently taking in the earlobe gently, sucking on it for a moment before moving back slowly looking at the teen, taking his bottom lip into his mouth, nipping it hard, but not hard enough to hurt him. “Mmm…” he purred gently, for some reason he didn’t have control on what he was doing, rolling a finger up he removed the teen’s mask over his right eye, wanting to see his mark on the teen before they went out.

Ciel moaned a bit deeply, voice cracking slightly as he shuddered, opening his right eye slowly to look up at Sebastian with a dazed sort of look. “H-huh…?”

Smiling gently, kneeling in front of the teen, he gazed up at the male longingly with an unknown feeling. Sebastian moved slowly up touching just under his master’s eye, a sound was emitted from his lips, a sound of pure delight, one that the demon has never done. “I am….Things are better now that…We shouldn…” the demon seemed puzzled as he instantly moved up the teens chest kissing him deeply, his deep red eyes changed to a vibrant sparkling pink.

Ciel immediately shuddered to the sound that Sebastian had made, pulling back quickly and sagging his shoulders just slightly, biting his lip as he tried to find something to say. “How far…” he whispered hoarsely.

Sebastian bit his lip harder than he had ever before sitting nearly instantly back into the seat as far as he could, looking out the window. “A few moments…” he said gently and in a tone of puzzlement. His eyes were hazy and dark as they looked out the window.

Ciel nodded faintly to himself, closing his eyes and licking his lips. “I thought I told you to not do that…” he whispered.

Sebastian instantly turned towards the younger male. “I didn’t hear you complain, and I am fully welcoming the punishment. Pain and pleasure are one in the both sometimes.” He whispered gently.

The boy gasped out lightly, without thinking on the subject for long, he slapped his butler harshly across the face, blushing furiously and glowering.

The butler did look slightly hurt but it was gone within a moment of showing a harsh smirk. “Thank you.” He said in a deep voice, refusing to look at the young teen knowing that he had hurt the teen. “I am glad to be used for your amusement.” He said hiding his hurt voice, his dark eyes shown hurt but he didn’t look at the young male’s face.

“What is that supposed to mean?” he growled faintly, watching him still, reaching out to grab Sebastian’s chin again, only the action was much less forceful than ever. “Look at me when I talk to you.”

“My lord, we are here.” Feeling the carriage come to a full stop, he was still not looking at the teen. Though he had good motive to not to, taking the boy’s hand away from his chin. “We shall talk later, if you so wish it, but looks like I am able to avoid said question until then.” He said the last bit of his words in a harsh quiet tone, his free hand moved to the carriage door, ready to open it and escort his master to the scene of the crime.

Ciel’s gaze narrowed as he watched Sebastian, gritting his teeth in frustration. “Bastard.”

“Yes, my lord. And you’re still a child. I think that makes us equal in that category.” He said gently, opening the door, holding out his hand to his young lord, waiting for him.

Ciel slapped the hand away hard, shoving past him without a word and fixed his hat atop his head once his feet met the chill ground outside.

Leaning over the young lord he whispered harshly in his ear, “A lesson well learned as to not call names. For names can be just as hurtful as actions, a physical pain.” he said gently moving from the carriage handing the young master his cane. “My lord…” he bowed his head lightly, grabbing as well the directions.

The words seemed to hit a nerve in the young Phantomhive as he stoof there, frowning slightly before snatching his cane and turning again, muttering the word again as if to test the older man.

Smiling widely, he grabbed the eye patch from the carriage quickly, an evil glint in his eyes. Loving the knowledge that the teen left the carriage without noticing he was showing his contract to everyone. “I may have been born to a mother with no husband, but at least mine was alive for a few years after I came to age.” He tested back to the teen.

Ciel stopped immediately in his tracks, being rendered for the first time by the devil, utterly speechless. He stood there silently watching the area ahead of him before speaking in an almost pleasant voice, hiding how badly the words had stung him. “Sebastian. This is an order. Stay here and do not move. Don’t follow me. I can do this on my own, I’m certain I’ll get a lot more done if I don’t have you anywhere near me at the moment.” And he continued onward toward where the murder had occurred, not once looking at his demon.

The demon smiled gently. ‘Finally he has found me serious.’ He thought in a shaky tone. Keeping his eyes down he made sure that he didn’t do what he so wanted to do and follow the teen like he wanted to. ‘I didn’t want him to hurt him so badly…am I in the wrong…’ he kept his eyes down.

The teen tromped through the wet ground beneath him, shuddering as a gust of wind blew by, taking his hat with it. He reached up to grab it, but was too late. He cursed softly to himself before stepping forward off of the track he had been on to grab the hat that was on the ground.

The gust of wind suddenly went down another ally way, it was coaxing him to follow it.

“Dammit…” Ciel grumbled, starting into a slight run before reaching his hat again, reaching out for it.

A door opened somewhere and a hand from the darkness grabbed the teen, covering his lips with the other hand, he was pulled into the house. “Such unclean words for a small child.” The voice growled into the teen’s ear. There was a slight amount so scent on the male’s hand, a cloth was over the hand. “I do believe you must sleep, you I must keep…” the voice rhymed, giving a loud maniacal laugh.

“Mn…!” Ciel tried to tug away from the sudden grasp, his strength feeling weaker as something began to alter his senses. His eyes were beginning to feel heavy and every nerve seemed to go numb before finally, nothing but blackness overcame him.

The voice seemed to drag the male into the room, and instantly there was a vibrant light surrounding the place, though only few would be able to see it. In the sky there was the same light only it spelled out words.

Only unclean shall be punished and killed.

Sebastian looked up into the sky, shaking his head noticing the handy work. ‘Remember my first priority is you alone.’ The demon whispered to his master finally moving from his spot he went to where the light had come from. Touching the house he was shot back and transported back to the mansion’s study completely useless for he was paralyzed with what he had touched. ‘Lilith, you are helping the killer keep my master away from me.’ He growled gently.

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There was humming in the distance, the lovely sound of metal grinding, sharpening a weapon. “Unclean, unclean…We must kill the unclean.” The killer hummed a joyful tune as he worked on his long sword that he was sharpening. “Should I kill you now, I don’t know, should I kill you later… I don’t know…I do hope you try to run, I think we shall have fun….” The killer rhymed again, continuing to hum.

A weak sound came from a form in the chair of the small room where he was kept. The boy opened his eyes a little only to realize that something was over them. “Se…bastian…?” Ciel asked in a small voice, frowning to himself, questioning where he was.

“Oh you’re awake, awake. Clear as the sky, you shall not fly. Come, come, who should you call? The servant you dismissed, the servant you hit…oh he can’t help you…he is hurt...” the voice said, the last word he said was singy songy. There was small footsteps, as the killer pranced over taking a hold of the small chin, taking a finger he brushed it against the teen’s. “You have hurt him, you know…I can tell…”

“Who are you?” Ciel asked in a serious tone, getting slightly frustrated by the inability to see who was speaking. “What is it you want?”

There was a long knife drug along the teen’s jaw line, though he didn’t actively cut him. “Me, oh…Nothing…Purify you, make you clean….you are so dirty…I just….” The figure moved again, cutting the outfit that the male had on his hand. Finally finding what he was looking for. The cut that was made to help the demon in the kitchen a few nights ago. “See…how unclean, to cut for someone you really don’t care for…you hurt him, he tries to keep you safe, he brought you back to life, and yet, you were so blind…with unclean eyes.” He talked in riddles and yet there was truth in his words.

Ciel snapped the moment he heard the words, trying his hardest to break free of his restraints. “Stop. Who are you?” he repeated his previous question, his voice slightly shaky to the thoughts and questions swarming in his mind.

The voice seemed to laugh at the question at the male struggling. “Oh struggle, struggle, you shall never be free.” There was a resounding smack on the boy’s cheek. “Does it hurt?” there was a crack and a cackle as he as there was a gentle lash of leather that snapped across the teen’s wrist.

Ciel flinched at the contact, a faint sound of discomfort emitting from his throat, though he refused to actually cry out, pulling a bit more at his restraints.

The person seemed to prance at the sound that had come out of the teen. “You don’t scream like the others…A wanton for pain?” he questioned lightly, hopping around on the ground gently.

An almost cocky smile came to Ciel’s lips almost immediately at the words. “Others are weak.”
“Oh what a change, if you weren’t weak, you wouldn’t be here. But you are….you are here…” there was another crack, as the villainous male struck the teen once again on the wrist only this time, it left a dangerously red, and long welt.

Ciel gritted his teeth to the discomfort, refusing with all of his might to show any pain. “You think you can harm me?”

There was a laugh that filled the room, “No, not harm, I want to cleanse you, if that means bleeding you dry of the impure blood that you are made of then so be it.” There was a long slash that echoed through the room as the murderer whipped the leather across the teen’s cheek.

Finally a sound a clear ache spilled from his lips, but he quickly sealed his mouth from letting any of those sounds escape again., “Go to hell.” He bit out, smiling once more.

“Aw, you are so sweet…” there was a thundering through the room, for the male was walking clumsily about the room. “I love that…your voice…so wretched with agony. By me or the one your heart yearns for.” He asked gently, “I am curious.” He teased the teen, slapping him cross the other cheek. Laughing cruelly.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Ciel’s voice was thick with certainty, a smile still present on his face. He refused to allow the other pleasure…

“Oh don’t….I think I am perfectly knowledgeable in the ways of ones dirty minds, such an unclean child you are.” There was faint movement again, moving slowly away from the teen, only to return with a cat-o-nine-tails, whipping it hard against his arm, leaving large welts.

Ciel flinched back, nearly hard enough to pull the chair to the ground, shaking faintly, smile faltering just a tiny bit. “Who are you working for…?” he asked in a hoarse voice, every word of ‘unclean’ and ‘dirty’ making him cringe inwardly at the memories that flooded his mind.

Prancing faintly on the floor. “Who do I work for…? A question I can’t answer.” The executioner of those unclean said in an almost to sweet tone, that was like liquid chocolate. “Those unclean can’t know.” There was another crack as the whip hit across the teen’s chest.

“Hn…” the boy bit his lip hard, visibly trying to curl into himself now. “Shut up…You don’t know anything…”

“How so do you believe that I don’t know anything, I don’t watch those who I tend to clean.” He growled deeply, taking the boy’s chin into his finger roughly, it was not like the way Sebastian had touched the teen, his touch was soft and gentle, full of something kind, the person who had his chin now was rough and uncaring. “I know more than you…I know that your butler hides from you…Do you?” he purred in a deep voice, leaning back the fingers holding the teen’s chin had nails digging into his skin.

“Shut up.” Ciel demanded more harsh than normal., something seeming to finally hit a cord. “You wouldn’t want me sending him on you. Don’t underestimate him. He’s a heartless bastard who has to do what I say…” Though as if he didn’t fully believe himself, he bit back from saying anything more. ‘he just wants to take what I promised him years ago. He is a heartless bastard…’

Laughing loudly, there was some clicking and then a few claps. “That is where you are wrong. He can’t come in here, he has already tried. He is paralyzed for the next few hours. He tried to save you; he’s not as cold as you believe he is. He really cares for you, did you know that…That is why he hides from you, he doesn’t understand what is happening with his own emotions. He is as confused as a human.” The male said slapping the boy across the face once on one side then on the other.

Ciel swallowed hard, trying to pull on his restraints just slightly. ‘Paralyzed…?’

“What a joke…” he whispered almost to himself. “You wouldn’t be able to paralyze him. Do you even know what that thing is?”

‘Cares for me…? Demons can’t…they can’t possess those emotions…he’s lying…’

“Of course. A butler, contracted to be with you until you die.” Though his words seemed to make since at the same time they didn’t give anything away that the murder might know what Sebastian truly was. “The bond between you two has grown stronger, he brought you back more unclean than the first time, and yet it made him feel unnatural to who he truly is. A cold hearted snake, look into his eyes, they will tell you everything. He tries but he can’t really hide from you.” He said again in a singy songy voice as he pranced around the room in pure delight. “You can’t seem to give him what he needs, he wants something you aren’t willing to give anyone.” He said leaving again welts on the teen’s wrists as he pranced around.

“Ah…” The teen flinched harsher than before, finally giving small sounds of pain with every hit. “Just…just what would that be?”

“Isnt that something you are supposed to find out on your own, but I’ll give you a hint. Help… he is confused on what he is feeling. Each second he is with you there is something that draws him closer to you, but he doesn’t know why…You do though, don’t you…” he growled deeply, slapping him with each hit he could with the whip.

Ciel gasped out finally in pain, trying to turn away from the blows, but knew it was impossible because of the way he was chained. “I don’t know what you think you know…but my heart belongs to me and you can’t possibly understand what you think you do…You know nothing!”

“Tsk tsk, hiding it from me is one thing, but hiding it from yourself.” The human growled, nearly falling over at his brief moment of lack of concentration. “Yet, you will never allow him to have something you so willingly want to hand over. You are so much more cold hearted than he is, at least he doesn’t understand what he is going through.” There was a louder crack but this time it wasn’t from the murderer, it was from outside the house. “He tried again, this time differently. He is stubborn; he really wants to get you back. The unclean will never leave though.”

Ciel gasped softly at the loud sound, looking stunned at he man’s words. “Cold hearted…You’re right about that…” he laughed bitterly, a hint of fear in his voice. ‘Why do you come for me even now, Sebastian? Our contract had ended, yet you brought me back…Sebastian…’

“Well, he won’t be something to worry about for the next few hours. Paralysis is a fickle thing you know, but there is no pain in it.” He growled gently, slapping the teen’s shoulder this time. He was trying to make the teen ache for his sins the uncleanliness of his soul.

Gasping softly, Ciel bit his lip hard before gritting his teeth. ‘If you hurt him…’ he thought inwardly, hands clenching into fists to the thought. “You can’t hurt him even if you tried.” He turned his thought around.

The murderer cackled a loud sound that was supposed to be a laugh but came out like a hienna. “Oh, I can hurt him…just by taking you is hurting him…your marks from my hits, every time I touch you…” he paused only to actually cut the boy’s cheek lightly with a blade. “He gets hurt, at the moment he is probably cringing at the pain I am afflicting on you.” He growled deeply, taking the boy’s chin he kissed where the boy’s blood was leaking from his cheek. His lips were harsh and uncaring, unlike the lingering lips of the demon that obeyed the teen. “So unclean, I can smell it.”

“Don’t touch me!” Ciel jerked back harshly, the kiss finally seeming to afflict more damage than the physical wounds. “Don’t EVER touch me.” he hissed out, jerking and pulling on his restraints.

“You can’t order me around like you do others. I won’t obey you.” The male said taking a hold of the teen around his neck, his fingers tightening harder on the delicate throat. Nails were starting to dig into his skin. “Don’t you see, if I kill you, he will die as well now...not like before…before if I killed you he would have gone back to the underground, but now, now he seems to be attached to you physically, mentally, and spiritually.” Moving closer there was a knee right between the teen’s legs holding him still.

Ciel choked slightly, trying to pull away but was unable, managing just to get a few words out. “I’ll…kill you if you don’t get away from me…”
‘Don’t touch me…’
“I’ll kill you…”
‘Don’t touch him…I won’t let you…’

“Oh but see you are wrong there too, I already have you, you can’t get away. And he can’t save you.” There was a slow motion where the murder took his blade and sliced very lightly on his collarbone.
Ciel tried to pull back, gritting his teeth. “You don’t seem all that powerful. Manipulative if you ask me. Tell me, what have you been targeting people for?”

“They are so unclean. That is why, and you, you have more pain and confusion. You need to be bled more than them…” he growled gently continuing to give a small line of pain across the teen’s collarbone. “It is a shame, you won’t be able to see his face when you are dying. It will be priceless…he is as dirty as you are.”

“Don’t TOUCH him!” Ciel finally snapped, gasping in shock at himself as he did so and jerked back immediately, going silent instantly afterward.

“See, you do care for him…” he mused happily at the way the teen had acted, taking the whip he smacked it as hard as he could against his leg, not only leaving welts this time, there was small traces of blood. “To bad you will never be able to tell him…he is going to die, and what was the last thing you said to him…? I hope it was something good.”

Ciel cried out softly at the whip, trying his hardest to curl into himself, trying to ignore what the other was saying. “Shut up…” he whispered, shaking his head a bit.

“So it wasn’t very good…his death will be with you always…” he growled his fingers moved so that he was slicing the teen’s shoulder. He then walked off prancing. “Unclean unclean, I will clean all unclean.” He sang gently.

Ciel shook almost violently in his seat, still more stunned at himself than anything else. ‘Sebastian…’ shaking his head, he smiled faintly to himself. ‘At least you can take my soul now…if I’m going to die here, then I’m okay with that…but if you don’t hurry, you aren’t going to get my soul before he does…’ he thought to himself, feeling the blood drip down his leg just a bit.

Prancing around the room, there was a louder crack. “Oh…he is quite helpless, by the time he is done he will be dead before you are.” He said in a still singy voice. “Do you feel him..you should…open your mind, feel him.” Sebastian lay on the ground panting and writhing in the study. ‘Damn it, how do I get in that house…maybe I am taking this the wrong way, I can’t touch it, but maybe…’ he forced his body to roll over, many parts of his body were weak and sore from being tossed around and feeling the teen being hurt. Groaning just barely as he got up faster this time then the last few times. The door had been paralyzing him but with each hit he seemed to get control over his powers and get up and walk faster than before.

‘Stop Sebastian…’ Ciel pleaded in his mind, biting his lower lip hard as he tried to find a way to talk to him. ‘If you don’t stop, there will be nothing left of your body to fight with…’ The boy shook his head faintly, calming his breathing considerably. ‘If you let him kill me, then the spell might wear off and you could get in…you could easily handle him and solve these murders once and for all and put the queen’s heart at ease…that’s first priority.’

There was a channel between the two, Sebastian heard only the last part of what the teen was saying, knowing that he was telling him to give up he shook his head faintly. “No, my lord, you are my first priority.” He growled gently through clenched teeth. Shaking hard, he moved standing fully up, his body was weaker than it had been for a while, though not as bad as it was when Ciel found him in the kitchen.

The murderer had been watching the teen, knowing full well that he was concentrating, there was something sudden that hit the man. Taking a long sweep he snapped a smaller whip across the cheek of the teen, a long line of blood appeared with a welt. “Pain, pain…you must be here, to make one clean.”

Ciel cried out loudly, not having expected the blow as he was too busy trying to talk to the demon who was trying so desperately to get in. He bit back any further sounds of discomfort, shaking his head before finally yelling out loudly. “Stay away, Sebastian, that is an order!”

Sebastian heard the order, but this time, he paid no head to what he was saying. Gasping sharply he fell against the wall feeling a long strike his young master. Shaking hard he shook his head at his master’s word. ‘Not how it works, my lord, you are mine now, and I will get you back.

“He can’t do that…He is determined…you can’t tell him not to, he is a part of you and you a part of him.” The murderer said in a soft voice, prancing slightly around the room, moving slowly around the teen he came back around the teen leaning over his back whispering in his ear. “You won’t see him, he’ll find a way in, but you wont see him, you will be gone. He won’t be able to bring you back, he doesn’t have the true power right now, especially if he breaks through. He’ll be nearly dead.” He laughed the last few words, taking a short blade and sliced it against the teen’s neck, the lines were small and very faint but they still bled some.

Ciel shook his head, trying to use his shoulder to push the assailant away, gritting his teeth. “You’re right…even if you kill me, he will find a way in…and you’ll be done for…Do you think I care if I die? I’ve been there before…”

“And he brought you back, do you know what it will do to him if you die again. He’ll come in and then he will be ripped to pieces. A demon’s heart can’t take that…” he growled deeply staying near his ear, taking a finger he rolled it over his neck. “Give in, you are as unclean as all the rest, you body needs to be cleansed.”

Ciel shuddered at the touch, trying his hardest to pull away from how disgusting it felt. “Don’t touch me…” he repeated in a lower voice what he had said earlier.

“You don’t like it? You are touched every day by someone who is unclean. My hand’s are clean.” He growled his hand wrapped around the teen’s thin throat. “My touch must be as good for you as his…” there was a crack but this time it was different, Sebastian wasn’t the one who tried to enter, it was an object. “Oh, he is getting smart…”

Ciel tried to inhale, but the hand around his throat stopped him from doing so as he spoke out slowly. “Get your disgusting hand away from me…”

“My hands are cleaner than anyone else’s in this rotten world, don’t you know that.” He growled pushing the chair back he slammed the teen against the floor. Making sure that it landed hard, making a loud noise in the room. “Disgusting is you.”

Ciel gasped out for air, feeling a warmth on the back of his head that made him certain he was bleeding. The boy groaned faintly at the throbbing pain in his head, gritting his teeth as the pounding seemed to get worse every second.

“Oops, did that hurt….good.” he growled deeply, slowly he looked over the teen, taking the whip he snapped it across the teen’s knee. “Such a shame you said horrible things to you savior.”

Ciel growled faintly, the pounding in his head stinging almost unbearably as he struggled openly to the bindings.

There was pounding on the floor as the murderer purposefully stepped harder than ever before; he pranced over to where the teen was. Sebastian nearly cried out in pain as he fell against another wall. ‘To get into a place that is a barred from a barrier.” Growling deeply he got up and pounded against the door to the house that was keeping the teen inside. “He can’t get in…you can’t get out.”

‘Sebastian…’ Ciel spoke the name softly in his mind, smirking very faintly to himself as the outside sounds seemed to gradually die away, unable to hear anything but the pounding, and eventually it died out too as he fainted.