(A/N: Hey guys!! c: I'm so so sorry about updating this later this time than usual. ;-; This chapter had me do a little more thinkin' this time than the other chapters did. But this—and the next chapter—is where shitz about to get real, you'll just have to see for yourself to know what it is~! ;D XD But anyways, I hope you like it! )
You woke up with a splitting headache. You rubbed your head and squinted. Your eyes weren't used to the bright lights above you.
Ah...the hell? Where am I?
You sat up from the cold wooden floor and found yourself in an unfamiliar place.
Not the manor. But somewhere else.
A doll shop, maybe?
Well, your guess was right, because there were dolls on the right of you, though they were facing the window of the shop. Probably some type of advertisement that they did in the 18th century or something.
Hey, what did you know?
You assumed they were hand crafted. Or made of wax. Either way, you still thought the dolls turned out to be an aesthetic success. Considering they were skillfully crafted. And on the left were some old lamps. Antique ones.
Despite the immense amount of dust covering them, you thought they were also beautifully made too.
As you took a knee—trying to ignore the annoying headache you had—you saw a musical box of some sort. Almost looked like a jack-in-the-box. It seemed to be painted with a blue fleur-de-li on the front of it.
The handle was turning itself and it began to play a familiar tune. An old English nursery rhyme one.
‘London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down.
London bridge is falling down, my fair Lady.’
Oh my God. I recognize that song from my childhood! You gasped to yourself. Your eyes beamed with excitement.
Emily and I would always sing that together in preschool as kids—
You stopped from there. Flashbacks of what happened yesterday between you, Sebastian, Ciel and Emily were replaying in your head. Not good ones, that’s for sure.
You couldn't even describe the type of emotions you felt. Anger and sadness were both boiling through the veins in your arms. All at once.
You just sighed, looking down at the floor. You closed your eyes, trying to forget about the dreadful memories.
“Welcome, my dear.” a sudden voice startled you. It scared you to the point where you were on both feet for sure. You looked back and forth, searching for the person that the voice belonged to.
No one, you laughed nervously, It’s no one, (Name)! Don’t worry! It was simply my own-
Before you could finish your thoughts, a sudden figure appeared right in front of you, almost centimeters close to your face. You stumbled back. Your heart was thumping against your rib cage. So fast you thought it’d rip open from your chest.
You were so surprised, yet frightened at this unexpected presence.
The figure was definitely a male. He had light orange hair that seemed to be cut in flares, tossed aside from his amethyst eyes, which looked to have a lack of emotion.
His bangs reached his chin. He wore blue and pink eye shadow to accentuate his left eye, which seemed to be a painted blue fleur-de-lis just below it. Same symbol as the music box had.
He wore blue tailcoat, which had gold piping and a red ribbon tied in a bow around his neck, and a black top hat decorated with a red ribbon and two black feathers. He had on short black pants, white gloves, knee high black-white striped socks, and black boots with gold buttons.
“I…” you stuttered, gazing in his eyes.
Handsome ones actually.
“I see that you have awakened.” he said, his voice sounding monotone. As if he were emotionless. Very emotionless.
You just nodded as your response, trying to turn away from him.
“My,” he said, studying your orbs, “Look how lovely those (eye color) eyes of yours are.”
His stiff fingers gently trailing the right side of your cheek. A splotch of pink formed on your cheeks. They definitely were heating up. You could feel it. You took his wrist and slowly ripped it away from your cheek.
“I…” you tried to speak, looking down to avoid eye contact with the man, “W-Where...where am I?”
He stayed silent. You lifted your head, waiting for a response.
“I can sense sorrow and fear in your eyes.” he told you, completely ignoring your question.
How was he able to notice my emotions? you asked yourself, They weren't readable...right?
“N-no, not at al-”
“You can’t hide it from me.” he cut you off, taking a few steps closer to you, “I can tell are very sad.”
No. He can't be a demon either. There's no way. He doesn't even look like one. Not one bit.
And speaking of demons, when the thought of Emily, Sebastian and Ciel came back to you, your heart sunk. You felt a big lump in your throat beginning to develop.
You gulped it back down, trying to fight the urge. The urge to break down and cry. Cry until you weeped. Weep until you were out of breath.
“I know you are very sad.” he said to you.
Don't give it away you idiot! Suck it up and keep holding it in! the voice in your head shouted.
But it was too late. Tears started to tremble on your eyelashes. Obviously taking notice to this, the man gently wiped them away.
“If you wish to talk to me about it, I will understand.” he said, as if trying to comfort you.
Well, sort of.
And so you did. After introducing yourselves, you told the man named Drossel about the entire incident. How Sebastian forcefully kissed you—though you excluded about you actually enjoying it. How guilty you felt seeing Ciel and Emily hurt, despite they kissed each other.
How angry and sad you were at yourself for causing this much pain. To your favorite characters. Towards your childhood best friend. You felt like you just wanted to jump off a bridge. Pierce a blade through your chest. Anything just to end it all. For everyone.
Well, you didn’t tell him that particular part of the story. But that was sure as hell what you felt like doing.
“I understand,” he said, “You wish for forgiveness from your friends.”
Yes. What he said was true. Forgiveness is what you wanted from them. That, and an apology from them.
After all, they did kiss behind your back as well! Or so Sebastian said.
"Y-Yes.." you voice croaked. Your eyes were streaming with tears down your face now. "That's right. But I also want for an apology from them as well."
You clenched your fists. The thought of Ciel and Emily lip locking made you just want to lose it and punch a hole in a wall.
However, your anger quickly subsided as Drossel took his stiff white gloved fingers and lifted your chin. Smiling at you.
“As you can see my dear," he started, wiping your tears again as he presented you his whole shop, "we sell many things in the shop. I can assure you anything here can make a wonderful gift for you.”
A gift? For you? Was he trying to cheer you up by giving you a gift? Jewelry perhaps? Something?
He gave you a rest assured smile, which you returned back. But a faint one.
The grandfather clock in the shop suddenly rang, making you lose your thoughts once more, and the same music box began to play the tune of ‘London Bridge’ again. Only it was more at a sedate pace.
You took another look around, and again, you spotted the dolls on your right. This time observing them. More clearly.
You saw more of them then you did earlier, which surprised you.
“Lovely aren’t they, my dear?” he said, noticing you staring at them, “You can have your pick of them. Please choose whichever one you would like.” he gestured you.
You weren't really a huge fan of dolls. Especially at this age. But you didn't want to offend the man or anything, so you just smiled and shook your head.
“I appreciate your offer sir, but-”
“Yes, I understand”, he cut you off again, “They do look unique, but you don’t have much interest in dolls I see.” he said, turning his head to the side. As if he were a marionette.
His movements weren’t normal. Not even human. Keeping yourself calm, you only simpered at Drossel’s actions.
“So then my Lady, I think to myself, I believe I know just the thing to make you happy again.” he said, placing his fingers on the tip of his hat and bowed. So robotically.
The music box abruptly stopped. Still holding onto the tip of his hat, he brought his head back up and smirked.
“It’s perfect. I’ll bring you to him.”
Your heart stopped and went cold.
“Him?” you questioned. “Who’s this him, you’re talking about?”
He hesitated and stood up from his seat.
“Come with me. He is my master. I will bring you to him. He has plenty of plans for you, and I’m sure it will make you happy again. I promise, my darling.” he said, taking your hand.
You questioned your trust in him now. But even if you wanted to decline, there was no way of doing it. Not only did you not want to offend him, but his grip on your hand was very strong. His grip was so tight he could easily snap your fingers off. Without saying a word, you just nodded as he led you out of the shop.
"I’m getting up,” I said to myself, for the fourth time. “I’m getting up, and I’m gonna go say I’m sorry.”
I dragged my legs out of bed and got changed leisurely into a similar outfit. I took my time brushing and braiding my hair. I was staring at the door. I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Look her in the eye and say;
I’m terribly sorry! I didn’t mean it! I didn't mean to lip lock with Ciel! I’m so sorry and all I want is for you to forgive me! We’ve been friends for so long and it’s eating at me like a disease! Can you ever forgive me? Please?
"Never. I'll never forgive you."
That thought sunk deep into my heart like a wooden stake. I stood behind the door, trembling. How could I? I had already forgiven her for almost kissing Sebastian. If I saw that, well… I would have been angry, yes. But, I’m more of a ‘live and let die’ kind of person. (Name) isn’t. That’s why what she heard about what I did with Ciel cut her deep.
It cut me, too. A jagged, disgusting line right across my heart. And it hurts. Like hell. Real bad I tell ya. My mind was reeling as my hand slowly placed itself on the doorknob, and turned. I could then see her door. The one she slammed behind while I was weeping across the hall.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
“(Name), please. Let me talk to you.”
“(Name), I’m begging you. I’m so sorry.”
Silence again. Like a nail through my heart.
“(Name)! I am so sorry! Please!” I cried, pounding the door with one fist. It slowly creaked open, letting a beam of sun fall across me. I pushed through, and raced up to her bed. I threw off the covers and…
Holy hell. Not again.
“Sebastian!” I screamed, frantically tearing her room apart, desperately trying to find her.
Not in the bathroom. Not on the couch. Not behind the dresser.
“What is the matter?!” the butler came rushing in. His cheeks were flushed. His eyes scanned the room, then fell on me. I must’ve been quite a sight. Clothes ruffed up, hair ruined, tears streaming down my face, and to top it off, I was holding (Name)’s favorite necklace in my hand. Sebastian’s eyes widened.
“Don’t tell me…”
“Ah, hell,” Sebastian leaned against the wall and face palmed.
“We have to tell Ciel. We’re gonna go look for her.”
“Huh? I think the master is angry with what had happened yesterday.”
That was true. In fact, I was still angry at what he did with (Name). But I pushed that all aside. It didn’t matter to me. Not right now at least.
“Screw him and his emotions! We are focusing on finding (Name), not some petty ‘love triangle’ crap. Move it, come on!” I pushed him out the door. We started walking briskly down the hall together.
“You sure are a determined girl,” Sebastian muttered. I just rolled my eyes, completely ignoring his comment.
“That his door?” I pointed at it.
“Yes, but it’s locked, I’m afraid,” Sebastian sulked.
I kicked down the door with one swift and decisive motion. It flew inwards, hitting the wall loudly. Sebastian stood awestruck in the doorway while I marched up to Ciel’s desk. He had been shuffling through papers, but now he was staring at me, wide-eyed.
“What was that for?!” Ciel yelped, standing up to face me. Looking surprised, yet irritated too. I flung the necklace on his desk. He picked it up, examining it. He gasped aloud.
“Yep. Again too! How great? Say, I’ve got an idea!” I said loudly in a sarcastic manner, “Why don’t we go and look for her? Eh?”
“Uh…” Ciel looked from me to Sebastian, staring at us. Mostly at Sebastian. “Not with you two.”
“What?!” I screeched. “She’s mine! I’ve known (Name) since I was a damn toddler! You are not denying me my civil duty of protecting my best friend!” I stated. “Do what you will with the butler.”
I heard Sebastian scoff angrily from behind me. Ciel pursed his lips.
“Very well, then. If you insist,” he sighed.
“I insist to hell and back,” I growled, taking the necklace from his hands.
“You’re very passionate when it comes to (Name) and danger,” Ciel rolled his eyes.
“Oh? You should be too. Being her ‘boyfriend’ and all,” I rolled mine and scoffed.
“Boyfriend? What in the devil are you talking about?” Ciel demanded.
“Don’t think I don’t know you two kissed at the ball a couple days ago!” I snapped.
The flashback of seeing them kiss at the ball made my hands curl up into fists. I blew air out of my nose, keeping myself calm. I tried to stay focused on searching for her more so than my jealousy.
Ciel gulped and said nothing.
“Very well, then,” I began, mocking him. “Shall we begin the search?”
“Yes, we shall,” Ciel answered, unsure. He hung his head.
“I swear to God. If I hear one more thing abou-”
“You kissed her first!” Ciel screamed.
“She wanted too!” Sebastian snapped back.
“She wanted me to kiss her, too!”
“Shut up!” I screamed, gripping each of their collars. I yanked their faces close to mine. “I want no more fighting. (Name) and I both kissed you two. Deal with it. This is not what we should be worrying about! Now if you two don’t freakin’ make up right here I’m gonna kill you both, demon or no demon.”
“Er…” Ciel tried. I pushed them both back and tapped my foot on the dirt impatiently.
“I apologize deeply, my master,” Sebastian said stiffly. He bowed to Ciel.
“And I too,” Ciel agreed, just as restricted. I decided it could do for that moment.
“Perfect. We’re gonna get in that carriage, and no one will speak a word of any events besides that (Name) had been kidnapped. Got it?”
“Got it,” the two said in unison. I forced Ciel into the carriage and Sebastian on top. I then climbed in, slammed the door, and stared Ciel down. Ciel avoided my eye contact while the carriage started off. I heard the snap of the leather and the horses neigh.
“So, where to first?” I asked, gazing out the window.
“We could ask around town,” Ciel suggested warily.
“I suppose, but if none of the workers said they saw her…” I trailed off.
“I guess that’s correct. Do you have anyone in mind?”
I thought for a moment. “Yes,” a scowl began to spread across my cheeks. “Yes, I do.”
I stumbled out of the carriage at high speed, and took off down to the beach before it could even come to a full stop. Sure enough, Lewis was standing on the shore, watching the sunrise. Ciel and Sebastian barely got a chance to exit the carriage before I was questioning him.
“Hey, Lewis!” I called, nearing him.
“Oh, Emily! How delightful to see you again!” Lewis turned and smirked.
“Screw you!” I screamed. He looked surprised. Sure, I was hit by Cupid's arrow the last time I saw him. But that was before. And considering he may have something to do with (Name), those emotions were gone. Long gone. As the saying goes, I always put 'gals before pals'.
“Where in the hell is (Name)?!” I demanded, grabbing his shirt.
“Huh?” Lewis looked even more surprised. Not that he didn’t know where she was, more that I didn’t know where she was.
“Give it up, asshole. I know it was you,” I growled.
“What ever are you talking about?” Lewis said nervously. I reeled my arm back, and sucker punched him right in the face. Lewis spun around, then crumpled to the sand. He was groaning when I bent down and grabbed a fistful of his hair. I lifted his head up.
“Tell me what you did, right now,” I whispered menacingly into his ear.
“Okay, okay!” Lewis yelped, getting to his knees. He spit out a mouthful of saliva and blood, then stood up dizzily. Sebastian and Ciel were standing a few feet away, watching with shock and interest.
“I’m all ears, punk,” I scowled, waiting for him to say.
“I kidnapped her!”
“I knew it!” I yelled triumphantly, throwing my arms into the air. I dug my hands into my pockets and pulled out the switchblade I stole from the mansion. The Lochwind's.
I’ve never knew how to use such a weapon like this, but I figured this had to be a piece of cake. Along with entertainment. Having fun cutting Lewis up into pieces. Millions of them. Probably should’ve mention that earlier.
Lewis’ eyes widened when he saw the gleaming knife.
“Where is she?” I demanded, waving the weapon in his face.
“Calm down!” Lewis said, waving his hands in a sign of defeat.
“Not until you tell me where she is,” I said, stepping closer.
“Okay! I dropped her off at the doll shop in town! Not the nicer one, the abandoned one! He said he wanted her!”
It was too late. Lewis crumbled to the ground again in tears. I sighed, then started off towards the carriage again, putting the knife back into my pocket. I passed by Ciel and Sebastian, and climbed into the carriage. Seconds later, Ciel was in and it was moving.
“That was shocking,” he grumbled.
"Yeah? Well, it worked, didn’t it?”
“I suppose. You are a tougher girl than I thought,” Ciel stared at the floor.
“Bet your ass I am,” I said. And after a bit of silence, “You’re not gonna like this.”
“She’s at the doll shop. The doll shop.”
“Hell!” Ciel pounded his fist against the leather. “Not this again!”
“I know, I know. We have to stop the creepy doll dude before he turns her into one,” I said.
“Yes. Drossel, I believe is his name. This is terrible,” Ciel sighed.
“I know, but I think we can do this. With a little help.”
“From who?” he raised a brow.
“Grell? Open up, dammit!” I yelled, pounding my fists on the wooden door.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Ciel groaned from behind me. I kicked down the door, then. It was easier than Ciel’s, because it was a lot older. My foot went right through the splintering wood, and the door fell right over. I rushed in.
“Grell? Where are you?” I yelled through the failing light.
“What?” his voice rang out. He stepped into the light. His brows furrowed when he saw me, then he questioned. “Emily? Aren’t you that other girl? (Name)’s friend?”
“That’s correct,” I said. “We need your help.”
“With what?” he asked.
"(Name) has been kidnapped. Again.” Ciel answered for me. He frowned hearing the news, but then lit up almost automatically.
“Ciel Phantomhive? That must mean…”
“Oh no…” I snickered.
“Sebas-chan!” Grell screeched, jumping into the butler’s arms. Sebastian let the reaper fall right the to hard floor. Grell hopped up. “I can help! For a price…” he chuckled evilly.
“What do you want?” Ciel asked irritably.
“A kiss! From Sebby!” Grell grinned.
He sure was no different when we saw him last time. Let me tell you that.
“No,” Sebastian stated, narrowing his eyes.
“I’m not helping then,” Grell pouted, beginning to walk away. I ripped out my switchblade and flung it at him. To my surprise, the blade stuck in his back. Grell yipped, then fell forwards. I pranced over and yanked the knife from his back, and leaned in.
“Ow!” Grell shouted underneath me.
Figured my actions could do more of the talking than my words.
“Is it settled then?” I hopped up and put my knife away, not even giving him a chance to reply, “Good. Come now, Grell. We don’t have all day!”
“Yes, yes,” Grell murmured as he stood up and shook his head. Grell followed us into the carriage, and we set off to the doll shop. The ride was silent. Grell sat beside me, staring out the window and frowning. We all did that, I suppose.
The carriage slowed to a stop. We climbed out and sighed at the familiar territory. No more creepy town, just good old London. Ciel led us through alleys and backstreets, then stopped dead in front of the store. I stepped up and tried the knob. It twisted and the door opened slowly. I entered the store, followed by the other three. It was like the nicer doll shop, with hundreds of dolls lining shelves. Except, there was something odd about these dolls. They looked so…
Unique. Very skillfully crafted. I could almost feel their eyes bearing down on me. We all looked around the shop, calling (Name)’s name.
“She isn’t here!” I finally breathed, sinking down to the floor.
“We’ll look somewhere else,” Ciel suggested to calm me down.
No one said anything. I sighed heavily and stood up, getting ready to walk back out to the carriage. I took one step, then tripped over something. Sebastian caught me before I hit the ground in the blink of an eye. I let him steady me, then looked down to see what I had tripped over. It was a (favorite color) low heel shoe. I picked it up, and inspected it. I gasped sharply.
“It’s hers!” I said, turning around to show them.
“It is!?” Ciel asked, grabbing the shoe. “It is!”
“She’s been here,” Sebastian snatched the shoe from Ciel.
“I think I know where she is,” Grell’s face went pale as he said.
“Where?!” we all demanded in unison.
“At the Mandalay Manor.”