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Alright, the second chapter. Like I said earlier, it's not going to have a happy ending. :\ So, there will be a climax in the next chapter. I'm thinking there will be four chapters to this little series. Anyways, I hope you guys like it. C:
He can't rewrite the agro of my furied heart
______ stared down at the woman’s lifeless pale body. The blood had stopped flowing into the rain, it’d stopped flowing down the side of the street into the sewer. In that very second, _____’s core shook and finally knocked her back into reality.
The young noblewoman looked around. There was nothing but silence and as her eyes looked at the body, her smile came back and she gave off a little laugh and covered her mouth with her crimson hands. The girl couldn’t believe she’d finally gone through with the act. It was like the high of her life and it was so strange feeling to her; yet so wonderful.
_____’s eyes darted around and as she slowly backed away from the harlots body, she knew that she couldn’t just waltz right back into the Phantomhive mansion in the shape she was in. It would be all to obvious that she’d been up to no good.
“I can’t be seen like this…”
The girl mumbled and looked at her dress. Her face and hands were slowly being cleansed by the falling rain. She was almost certain that she could at least get rid of the blood on her body, her clothes however, that was a different matter entirely. The clothes would have to be destroyed.
____ snickered and giggled to herself as she staggered back home in the cold rain. She’d held that woman’s life in her hands, she’d carved her life and then took it away. It was all for Sebastian. He was hers and she was his; she wasn’t going to lose him to some pathetic little girl that was just a maid and then the common street woman. In _____’s mind. Sebastian wouldn’t miss her, no one would. The world would be a much better place without her in it.
As long as _____ told herself that, she believed that she was in the right and that the woman had simply been nothing but filth. She was needed nor was she wanted and she certainly wasn’t going to be missed. _____ giggled as she rounded the corner and saw the mansion. Her twisted smile still on her face as he eyes looked tired.
The girl took off her dress and got down to her bloomers and began to climb the ivy that had grown thick on the side of the mansion. She knew that if she was caught, she’d have some serious explaining to do, but _____ didn’t plan on being caught. She knew that everyone would be asleep by now. Maybe Sebastian was the only one awake, but there no way he could hear her creep into her room. Right?
“Ugh…”
____ tossed her heavy dress into her window and then pulled herself in. She landed on the floor and had the wind knocked out of her. After regaining her breath, she sat up with a little laugh. To the common eye, it looked as though _____ had lost her mind. Here she was, laughing in her undies, filthy; covered in blood and mud and she was laughing like it was the most joyous day of her life.
After a moment, the girl stood up, kicking off her shoes and started a fire in the fireplace in her room. She looked at her once elegant and beautiful dress. It was torn and dirty, spots of red here and there mixed in with the mud. With a light sigh, _____ tossed it into the fire like it was nothing. She didn’t need it anyways, she had plenty more dresses.
“Well…That was thoroughly enjoyable.” She mumbled as she rested her chin in her palm, her eyes fixated on the fire she sat in front of.
The next morning, ______ awoke to the sound of Sebastian’s voice. Slowly, the girl opened her eyes and caught the sight of Sebastian and his beautiful smile on his face. _____ sat up, rubbing her eyes from the harsh rays of sunlight.
“Unh….Is it morning already?” She asked, looking up at Sebastian sleepily.
Sebastian leaned forward and wiped _____’s cheek. The woman blinked, her eyes widening as she gasped lightly and looked up at the tall butler. What jus happened? What did he wipe from her face? Was he going to find out that she killed a woman? Sebastian rubbed his thumb and index finger together and then looked at his gloves and the reddish spot on his fingers. His ruby red eyes stared at _____, practically looking into her soul.
“So…late night last night, Miss _____?” Sebastian smirked.
______ shook her head and blushed. Did he think that she was off with another man? No! He couldn’t think that! ______ didn’t want him to think there was someone else in her life, in her heart; it was only him.
“N-No!” _____ replied, her face red. “It’s not like that. I just lost track of time…”
The girl had to lie and it was the only thing that came out of her mouth fast enough. Her eyes looked down at the hand quilted blankets on her bed. Sebastian nodded, knowing that something was going on with the young noblewoman.
“Well, if that’s the case, I’ll be sure to make you a delicious breakfast to wake you up~” He cooed with a smile.
As soon as Sebastian left the room to make breakfast for the girl, _____ jumped out of bed and ran to the mirror. The girls hand went to her face and then ran through her hair. There wasn’t anything on her face was there? There was nothing to imply that she would be tied to that woman was there? ______ let out a sigh of relief and smiled. She looked at the sunlight coming in through the heavy drapes at the window.
“Good. Looks like this day is off to a good start~ I get Sebastian’s tasty food for breakfast and I get to see his lovely face~”
She smiled and clinched her fist. The grin was full of determination. She was certain that everything was going to be just as normal as it had been before that girl even met Sebastian. With that, _____ got her housecoat on and walked down the hallway to have her breakfast with Ciel and enjoy his and his butlers company.
Ciel’s frown was even more intensified as he read the article in the newspaper. ______ sat down at the table and smiled when Sebastian placed her plate in front of her and scooted her to the table with a smirk on his face.
“Thank you, Sebastian~”
_____ picked up her fork and began to eat her breakfast and sipped the freshly squeezed orange juice before her eyes caught sight of the front page article. It seemed as though that harlot was going to haunt _____ even after death. The front page headline read: Mysterious Death In Red Light District! Possible Jack The Ripper Copycat?!
_____ forced herself to look away and not to ask or talk about it. She was finally relieved when she finished her breakfast and excused herself to go get dressed. As soon as the young woman left the room, Ciel folded the paper and looked up at the black clad butler at his side.
“So…Tell me what time did she come in last night?” Ciel asked with a serious stare up at Sebastian.
“I believe I’ll have to get you to beg for that answer~” Sebastian smirked, enjoying teasing his young master.
Ciel scowled and crossed his arms at the raven haired demon at his side. He was used to Sebastian’s games by now, but still found that they irked him as much as before.
“I believe we have a contract, Sebastian. You’d better answer me.” Ciel demanded.
As the days passed by, it was growing increasing difficult for _____ to sleep at night. She wanted to feel the high again like before. She wanted to feel that numbness and then the sudden jolt of lightning going through her body when she’d finally realized what she’d done. It was such a rush to her. And it was all for a good cause. She was riding the world of the people that didn’t belong in the world that she and Sebastian would live in.
_____ sat up in her bed and pulled a match from the matchbox, lit it and then put it to the wick in the oil lamp. She looked at velvet curtains at the window and stood up, walked over to the window and noticed that the moon was out. It was like Sebastian’s smile, smiling down on her; as if it was a sign, telling her that it was the right thing to do.
With that, the noble got dressed, this time, dressing in a pair of riding pants. The last thing she wanted was to burn another expensive dress. She tied her hair up in a bun and put a cap on. ______’s eyes were like another beings; it was like a switch was flipped in her mind and she felt like a god.
“Alright…Let’s get this over with.”
She put the blade in her bag and placed the bag around her chest and went to the window, making sure to leave the window unlocked so she could sneak back in. _____ climbed down the side of the mansion and once her boots had hit the ground, she turned and looked around. Once the coast was clear, ______ silently made her way into town. Unbeknownst to her, the crimson eyes were watching her intently. The smile mimicking the moon above.
“My, my, what are you up to now, Miss ______?”
After scanning the streets in the district, ______ had finally found the right woman to get rid of. In her mind, it was best to get rid of the females first, that way she wouldn’t have to worry about them corrupting Sebastian. _____ walked towards the woman and when she finally turned her head and looked into _____’s eyes, the noble pulled out the knife and gripped it tightly in her hand.
Everything was just like the first time, but _____’s high wasn’t as strong as the first. ______ didn’t understand what was going on; she had just gotten rid of a piece of filth, trash in her eyes, why wasn’t her high like before? It was so fleeting, so tiny this time.
“I don’t…understand…” She mumbled under her breath. “Maybe it’s because she wasn’t the right type.”
_____ concluded that she had to find the right one, then it would be like the first time she’d committed the murder. With that, the noblewoman walked along the streets of London at night, alone. Her boots making faint noise against the cobblestone. Before the night was over, she would feel that high again, she would rid the world of such trash. She was going to make this a place truly wonderful for her and the man that she loved.
Before the morning rays of the sun arising over the horizon, _____ had found herself standing above yet another body; five in total. Her eyes were dull, almost like the corpse that was staring back at her that very moment. She didn’t feel anything; nothing. _____ seemed bewildered. She hadn’t felt the same as the first time. Why? It was so puzzling to her, something she couldn’t wrap her mind around.
With a sigh, the girl turned and began the walk back to the Phantomhive manor. She had to get cleaned up and be there before Sebastian awoke her. The grey, slow moving clouds settled in, making the sun’s light fade. Much like the enjoyment that _____ had gotten before; it was just like a faint memory to her now, like a sugar high. One minute, she was ecstatic and the next, like the dead.
_____ reached the manor and once again pulled herself up to her window and crawled in through the window. She looked around and listened, thankful that no one was up yet. She exhaled with a smile, glad that no one had noticed her absence. Though _____ hadn’t figured it out, she’d been followed all night.
She’d been trailed by a predator, a monster in the night. He was like a shadow behind her; keeping up with her every move that night. His crimson eyes watching her destroy the lives of those woman. And the smile only stayed on his face, looking like the moon; the only other that had watched _____ last night.
“My, my…Looks as though you’ve gotten your soul dirty, Miss _____.” Sebastian cooed as he stood just outside her door.
_____ blinked, swearing that she heard something. She quickly went to the door and opened it. Her head looking both ways down the hallway but there was nothing and no one. She blinked and looked puzzled before she shut the door silently. Was her mind playing tricks on her already? No, that couldn’t be it. Right?
“Maybe…Just my imagination.” _____ told herself.
Sebastian smiled as he leaned against the wall on the other hallway, the Cheshire grin grew on his face. He’d found the culprit to the murder and now, he’d just have to wait for it to all come out in the open. He knew that there would only be one outcome for _____.
“I can taste your soul already~”
Sebastian smiled and walked down the dark corridors, chuckling to himself. This was going to be wonderful game to him; he would move on the chess board and in the end, the prize was going to be _____’s soul.
I'll dance, dance, dance
With my hands, hands, hands,
Above my head, head, head
Like Jesus, said
I'm gonna dance, dance, dance
With my hands, hands,
Hands above my head
Hands together
Forgive him before he's dead Because
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