-Eternal Damnation- Black Butler (Sebastian) Part Nine

~Cecilia’s POV~

Pluto was waiting for us at the door to the tower his collar glowing as he ran at the door and broke the seal. We raced inside and up the spiraling stairs and burst into what looked like a large store room filled with a mess of supplies, and sitting in a chair across the room like a perfect porcelain doll was, Lizzy.

“LIZZY!” Ciel ran to her.

“Looks like we’re too late.” Grell muttered under his breath.

I lunged for him, but Sebastian caught me around the middle and held me back, as Lizzy’s arm suddenly raised up on its own accord. She looked fearful as she was suddenly suspended in mid air.

“Lizzy!” I cried.

“Now, kill your friends.” A man standing on a support beam high off the ground said stoically.

“NO!” Lizzy cried as she was forced to attack Ciel with a battle axe.

Sebastian disappeared from my side and swept Ciel into his arms and out of harm’s way. I raced forward and deflected each blow of the axe with my blades.

“NOOOO.” Lizzy was crying as she swung again and again.

“Grell can’t you see what’s happening here?” Sebastian growled as he jumped out of the way with Ciel.

I blocked her attacks with ease, until a wire wound its way around my wrist and another around my ankle holding me in place. ‘Bloody Hell!’ I managed to deflect her with my other arm until a wire wound its way around my other wrist. ‘No!’ She swung again, her eyes wide with terror and I felt the axe bury itself in my abdomen.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!” Lizzy shrieked as she withdrew her axe, my blood splashed to the floor at my feet in a wave. There was so much of it. I felt myself slipping to the floor, the wire cutting into my flesh as I could no longer support myself.

“CECILIA!” Ciel screamed.

“Grell!” Sebastian barked, what could Grell do? He had scissors for weapons, Scissors! She was being held up by puppeteer wire. Grell jumped into action.

Lizzy fell to the ground and Ciel ran to her. “It’s all over, Lizzy.” He cooed as he held her in his arms.

The wire was suddenly around all of them, all except me and Lizzy, the fool thought I was dead. I grabbed Lizzy’s axe and hurled it at the man standing on the beam. The blade stuck in his chest and he fell from the beam crashing to the ground and the wires suspending everyone fell slack. Straw spilled from his wound in his chest and from his head where it had split from the fall.

“Must report to master.” He somehow got to his feet and stumbled into the next room. This doll was insane.

Ciel, Sebastian and Grell followed him into the next room, I tried to get back on my feet but collapsed back to the floor, my body wouldn’t listen to me. Had I finally expelled the last bit of my strength? The edges of my vision began to blur, the wound in my abdomen wasn’t healing as fast as it should. I felt myself fading into the darkness as a figure dressed all in black stepped from the shadows. Silvery hair cascaded around me and I felt myself being lifted off the ground. Undertaker?

“What has happened to you, my sweet child?” Undertaker breathed as he carried me into the shadows and I felt myself dissolve into nothingness, what was this weightless feeling? We materialized again and I recognized the shop as we stepped out of a coffin.

I found myself being placed in yet another coffin, what was it with him and sticking me in coffins? He smiled down at me and streamed his fingers through my hair. “Why did you kidnap me?” My voice was no more than a whisper.

“You need to rest.” He turned to make some tea in a beaker that I really hoped hadn’t had someone’s organ in it recently.

“Why are you taking care of me?” I asked as he returned with a tea I knew was laced with something to make me sleep.

He chuckled, “You didn’t know?”

“Know what?”

“We’ll talk about it when you wake up.” He tipped the liquid from the beaker into my mouth and I found myself choking on its contents, whatever was in it was strong, I felt my eyelids getting heavy and the world around me was spinning. I kept hearing dark maniacal laughter as everything turned to black.

~Dream~

I was alone in a dark tower, with heavy chains on my wrists, I was in a blood red gown with black spider webbing all along the skirt and a black and red corset laced with silver ribbon. A door against the wall creaked open and a dark shadow slithered into the room melding into the darkness around me. I shivered at the cold presence. A dark laugh filled the room echoing off the walls around me and suddenly torches came to life along the wall lighting up the dark tower room. I screamed as I spotted skeletons scattered about the floor. The room was filled with spider webs, and upon further inspection I spotted a giant red and black spider lounging in a web above me. I screamed and fought against the chains restraining me.

‘You’re just dreaming, calm down.’ I tried to tell myself in my mind.

“Who said this was a dream?” The spider chuckled.

‘The spider is talking, okay, Undertaker gave me some serious hallucinogen, just don’t trust anything he gives you again, it makes you hallucinate talking spiders.’ I thought furiously as I clamped my eyes shut.

“You’re not hallucinating, child.”

I screamed as I felt a hand on my chin tilting my face upward and my eyes snapped open to meet a pair of golden eyes hidden behind a pair of rectangular gold rimmed glasses. I pulled away from the man with another scream and he laughed at me. A dark laugh that sent a shiver down my spine and made my hair stand on end.

“What do you want with me?” I snapped.

“What does he see in you?” He chuckled as he walked around me his eyes taking in every inch of me, making me feel very uncomfortable and very violated.

“What are you talking about!” I growled.

“Sebastian, why does he want you?” He snarled as he cupped my face in his hands and forced me to stare up into his cold gaze.

“How about you haunt his dreams and ask him yourself and leave me alone!” I pulled away from him.

He backhanded me at this and I felt my face sting at the contact. ‘Dreams don’t hurt.’ I panicked.

“You’re not dreaming!” He snapped as he grabbed me by my shoulders and shook me. “What is it about you, why do they all fawn over you? Those stupid reapers, and Sebastian, what is it, you’re not so special.” He hissed angrily.

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about!” I shot angrily.

He grabbed my arm, the one Sebastian had made me make the blood contract with, the scar was still there a long thin scar where he had cut me with his blade, the only wound that left a scar on my dead body, “He made you swear to become his.”

I felt heat burning in my cheeks, “I don’t mean anything to him.” I knew it was a lie even as I said it.

Apparently so did my dream land visitor because he slapped me once again and this time my face hit the cold hard floor. Pain exploded in my head and I saw stars flashing behind my eyelids. He started to say something but stopped suddenly and looked up at the ceiling with wide eyes before fading into nothingness. Undertaker’s voice rang throughout the room.

“Wake up, my child.” I felt someone shaking me, “You must wake up!”

~End~

I jolted awake and I realized I was still lying in a coffin, Undertaker was shaking me vigorously; he stopped when he realized my eyes were open. I was breathless and gasping for air and my body was trembling. I felt cold, colder than I’d ever felt and for some reason all I wanted to do was cry. He pulled me into his arms and held me close.

“What happened?” He asked in a soothing voice as he streamed his fingers through my hair.

“There was a man, he was angry about Sebastian and you and Grell.” My voice shook, my head was killing me.

“A demon.” He glared at nothing for a moment before turning his attention back to me, “You scared me.”

“Huh?”

“You just started screaming and thrashing around and then out of nowhere you started to bleed.” He dabbed at my lip with a handkerchief and I saw blood splotches all over it.

A shiver ran down my spine, that demon could plague my dreams and whatever he did to me in my dreams would be reflected on my body, he could kill me, for good. Tears streamed down my cheeks. “I want to go home.”

Undertaker wiped away my tears and rocked me in his arms. I still had so many questions for him. Why was he taking care of me?

He smiled as if sensing my thoughts, “When I gave you, your second life, you became mine.”

“What?!” Not at all what I was expecting, my head was going to explode, and just like that everything went black and I fainted.