(A/N: It's here guys, just like I promised! c: Yes, I know this chapter is pretty long but trust me, it'll be worth reading! ;D But just a tiiiiiny little warning. There is a bit of drama in this chapter. But don't worry, it gets better in no time! But besides that, I hope you enjoy! ^-^ )
“(Name)? Good Lord, wake up woman!”
“One step ahead of ’ya!” you laughed as you opened the door, nearly rubbing your eyes.
“Oh! I see,” Emily smirked. “Breakfast is ready.”
“Fantastic. I’ll change and be right down!” you smiled at her.
“Okay!” she called, already halfway down the hall.
You changed into the clothes that you had been given by Grell. Mey-Rin had washed them, and thankfully, the blood stains were gone. After tying the red scarf around under your collar, you hopped down the stairs and to breakfast. You were in a much greater mood because you had gotten a full a night’s sleep.
You sat and ate a breakfast of scones and English tea with the two—Ciel and Emily—who seemed delighted you were feeling better. After you guys finished, Ciel decided to tell you and Emily something.
“I have been called to survey a reconstruction of a mansion in a town in the east called Lockwind. I will be staying there for a few days. I’d like you two to come with Sebastian and I!”
“Sweet,” you said as Emily said, “Okay!”
“It’s decided then! We’ll leave in one hour.”
You had packed a few changes of clothes, a few books, and other things you would need for the few days you guys would be away. You made sure you kept your phone, which was halfway down in battery power, tucked deep in the suitcase. You also had the mysterious ring on you.
You opened the door, stepping into the hallway. Emily emerged from her room seconds later with a similar suitcase. You two walked down the hall together, and stopped at the door. Ciel was busy checking his pocket watch, but put it away when he noticed you and Emily.
You were back in the carriage. The ride was pretty long, from what you remember, you ended up falling asleep on the way there, leaning against Ciel.
“Wake up, (Name). We’re here.”
“That took forever,” you complained as you stretched.
“It was quite a long ride,” Ciel agreed.
“Sorry, my lord,” Sebastian apologized as he hopped down.
You guys were standing in a town’s square. There were old houses made from wood surrounding you. There was an cracked and stained white fountain in the center. Up on a hill with a dirt path leading up to it, there was a huge mansion. Not as great as the Phantomhive’s, but it was close.
“Welcome to Lochwind!” a man’s voice called to you guys. You jumped a little.
“Oh! Inspector Gordon! It’s good to finally meet you,” Ciel said, shaking a man dressed in a police outfit’s hand.
“You too, Lord Phantomhive! Say,” he scratched his beard suspiciously. “Who’re these two lovely ladies?”
“Their names are (Name) and Emily,” Ciel gestured at you two. “They’re friends of mine.”
“I see. Well, your rooms are ready at the Ferguson Estate. I’ve told them not to work while you are sleeping.”
“Very good. Until later, Inspector Gordon.” Ciel turned and got back into the carriage. You followed him, and Sebastian drove you guys up to the path and to the mansion. It was only a five minute drive, and you were out of the carriage again in no time.
Sebastian lead you guys up to the mansion. There were a few workers lingering around the outside, not doing much work. You saw inside the manor as you guys approached the door. It was a great hall, mostly built out of oak. There were pictures of many royal-looking people hung up on walls.
As soon as you crossed the threshold, someone greeted you four. He was wearing a fancy brown suit and holding a blueprint in his hand. His dark hair was slicked back. What was left of it, that is.
“Why, hello! It’s so nice to meet you, Lord Phantomhive!” he said.
“Hello. Are you the head of this operation?” Ciel asked.
“Indeed I am! Kendrick Wright, at your service!” he bowed and smiled.
“Very good to meet you too, Mr. Wright,” Ciel greeted in his business tone.
“I assume you’d like to survey operations?”
“Feel free! And, while you’ll be staying here, just ask me for anything you need!” he offered politely.
Ciel nodded, and you guys started to walk off. As you were starting up the stairs, the man looked back at you four, smirking. You got the feeling he wasn’t one to be trusted.
You had a brief tour of the mansion. It was pretty big, and also a bit similar to Ciel’s. You noticed one recurring picture of a mean-looking old man. You assumed he was the previous owner of the manor. After the tour, Ciel and Sebastian decided to stay and survey the workers.
“Why don’t you two go and walk around town?” Ciel suggested.
“Good idea,” Emily said, and you two left. There was no sign of the man as you guys left the mansion, which was okay with you. You and Emily walked off down the dirt path and into the small village.
“What do you wanna do first?” you asked.
“Well, let’s just explore around town. Or, there is a lake over there!” she pointed. You guys made a silent agreement, and ran off towards the body of blue water. You and Emily stopped on the sandy shore. She went off to the right looking for rocks to skip while you went left and looked for seashells.
You bent down in the sand and moved it around. You saw something sparkle in the sunlight, and picked it up. It was a beautiful pink seashell. You stood up with it, ready to show Emily. However, instead of that, you were face-to-face with a boy.
He had blonde hair and green eyes. He was smiling at you. The boy looked your age, and really friendly. He was also wearing a leisure outfit close to yours. You gasped in surprise at his sudden presence.
“Hello,” he greeted.
He’s really cute. you thought.
“Hi,” you said, turning your head back. Emily was on the other side of the beach, not seeming to notice at all what was happening.
“My name is Lewis Wilson.”
“Oh! My name’s (First Name) (Last Name).”
“Delighted to meet you! Say, what’re you doing out here so early?” he smirked.
“I could ask you the same thing,” you said sassily.
“That’s true,” he chuckled. “I came here to look for seashells. And I see you’re doing the same.”
“Is that your friend over there?” he asked, peering around your shoulder.
“Mhm,” you turned your head again. “HEY EMILY! GET OVER HERE!”
Lewis laughed. You almost swooned, but Emily came running over to stop you.
“Huh? Who’s this?” she eyed him suspiciously.
“This is Lewis Wilson.” you nodded your head to the boy. You could tell Emily was feeling the same, because the blush on her cheeks blew up like wildfire.
“H-hello. I’m Emily Richardson,” she said, stepping closer.
“It’s fantastic to meet you! Say, why don’t we take a walk? Hm?” he asked, gesturing towards the stretch of sand. You jabbed Emily with your elbow, trying to get her to decline.
Son of a—
“Great. Let us walk, then!” he laughed. You pretended to laugh along with Emily.
The walk started off pretty slow. You guys talked about your lives, careful to not reveal anything strange, such as, ‘we are from the freakin’ future’. He told you and Emily about his life, too. His dad was the mayor, which you guess made sense. Lewis sure acted like he was from a higher breed. His mom was the head of town affairs.
“That’s interesting, Lewis,” you mumbled.
“It is!” Emily said cheerily.
“It’s been so fun,” Lewis sighed as he took out a pocket watch. “But I think I have to be off now. I would love to meet up with you two later,” he smiled, “but for now, I must bid a goodbye.”
“Bye!” you told him eagerly. He gave you one last once-over, then nodded to Emily, smirking the entire time. He trotted off, back towards the town. It was getting late. You guys had been on that beach for at least two hours with him. It had to be around 4pm.
You and Emily chose to leave, too. You made sure the seashell was in your pocket before you left. You and your friend trudged up the path to the mansion. The workers were off duty, just lounging around and talking. The man with the brown suit was standing by the door. He opened it for you guys, and you two quickly shuffled in. Sebastian was waiting by the steps, looking quite anxious.
“You’re here! I was worried,” he said.
“We just took a walk on the beach,” you tried to ease his tight nerves.
“And we met a boy!”
“What?” Sebastian seemed taken aback.
“Oh Jesu-” you facepalmed.
“His name is Lewis Wilson!” Emily swooned, clasping her hands behind her back.
You scowled and face palmed, trying to dismiss how obviously in love she was. Sebastian made a similar face.
“Oh?” Sebastian’s hands tightened on the banister.
“Yeah, he was a real great boy,” you rolled your eyes sarcastically. “Anywa-”
“So great!” Emily grinned.
“Alright, that’s enough!” you sighed, grabbing her wrist and leading her up the stairs. Emily was barely into reality, just staring into space and smiling as you dragged her up the stairs. You started off down the long corridor, right to where your guest rooms were. They were to the left, and at the end of the hall.
“Stay in there until dinner,” you ordered. “And stop thinking about him!”
“Huh?” she snapped back into the real world.
“Just wait for me to come get you!” you sighed, pushing her into her new room. You turned on your heel swiftly and rocketed into yours. The boy was cute, sure, but you had not one ounce of trust for him. Just like the man in the brown suit.
You closed the door behind you. There was a bed on the wall to my right, raised on a five inch platform that raised half the room. The bed was probably king sized. It was huge. The wallpaper was a calming deep green. There was a bookcase—thank God—on the wall across from the door. There were two large windows with white drapes on each side of the bookshelf.
There was a bathroom door to your left. There was also a couch, which was to the right of the bed, covered in floral print. And a chair, in the middle of the room. You went straight to your bed, and sat down on the wonderfully soft and silky grey sheets. You took the pink seashell from your pocket and examined it. As per usual, however, that was all the time you got alone. Sebastian didn’t even knock.
“A boy? You met a boy?” he questioned, slamming the door and startling you.
“Relax! He seemed weird. I won’t let her near him again…” you muttered.
“Certainly not!” Sebastian breathed irritably and sat down next to you.
“Is that all? Do you need me to reassure you he is really cute but I’d never trust him?”
“Cute?” Sebastian scoffed.
"Totally. The blonde hair… the eyes…” you trailed off dreamily. You heard Sebastian grunt angrily beside you. “But not as cute as you,” you added with an eye roll and a smirk.
“Can I get that kiss, then?”
Sebastian, why do you do this to me? you thought irritably.
“W-what? I thought we were joking!” you said, feeling your heart start to jump like a rabbit.
“Well, you can’t stop me if I tried,” Sebastian threatened playfully.
I swear to God, if you even try something like that, you filthy de—
“I can fight,” you commented slyly.
“So can I.”
“I’ll bite you.”
“On the lips?”
You grabbed a pillow and smacked him over the head with it. He got a crazy grin on his face, then hit you in the chest with one. This went on, and soon, you guys were having a full-on pillow war. You couldn’t stop giggling. Sebastian was laughing pretty loud, too. You dove behind a cushy chair, and peek out from behind.
You got nailed in the face with a soft pillow. You rolled back, then shot up from the chair. You whipped two skillful pillows right at Sebastian, who was trying to sneak from the bed to the couch. A few more pillows later, you picked up a hint of conversation. You caught the pillow Sebastian launched at you in mid air, then stalked off towards the door. You pressed your ear against it.
“You met a boy at the beach?!” Ciel exclaimed, muffled.
“I-I’m sorry,” Emily stuttered. “I was being impulsive about it and not realizing I was flirting with him. I’m sorry,” she said sincerely. You could hear she was about to cry.
There was silence after that. You pulled away from the door.
“You are so inquisitive!” Sebastian said, smiling faintly.
“You are too!” you countered, moving back towards the bed.
“If I was, I would’ve heard you say to Emily how handsome you thought I was.”
You stopped. Your heart was in your throat now. You didn’t say anything, you just hung your head.
“Oh? So you do remember that,” Sebastian’s voice was getting closer.
“No,” you denied blatantly.
“Oh, but you do.” Sebastian was right behind you.
“You like Emily, remember that?” you snapped, swirling around. Sebastian’s face was closer than you would’ve expected. He was smirking right down at you.
“Have you ever had the thought I was trying to make you jealous?”
Yes, yes, and yes!
“Not at all.”
“Yes, I know you did. That’s why you kissed my young master. To make me jealous,” he simpered. You would’ve bet there wasn’t more than a centimeter between your lips. “It’s time to get even, now.”
“Don’t even try it,” you whispered.
His arms now wrapped around your waist. You were trying to recoil, but he was gripping you too tightly.
“What are you going to do?” Sebastian teased.
“Scream. As loud as I can,” you threatened, sucking in air.
“That won’t be until later.”
I’m gonna slap the pale off his face. you thought, I’m gonna kill him. Murder him. I’m gonna—
“Sebastian, I swear to—”
Of course, the demon didn’t even care to let you finish.
Why was Emily out there, most likely chatting it up with Ciel, and you, stuck in your room with a demon? A demon whose lips were pressing against yours. A demon who had one powerful kiss, I tell you. You don’t know how long it had been, but your lungs were burning. You pushed away.
“Was that it?” Sebastian seemed disappointed.
“Screw you, Sebastian! I never wanted that!” you huffed, stomping to your bed and plopping down angrily.
"Oh, do not lie! You know you wanted that,” he took a few steps closer and smirked. “You sure showed me by the way you kissed.”
"I don’t care!” you hissed, crossing your arms firmly.
You closed your eyes and sighed. A few quick seconds later, his strong arms enveloped around you again. It was gentle this time, not as forceful and...well…mesmerizing his kiss was. You squirmed.
“Let go,” you grunted, wriggling in his grip.
“No,” he chuckled. “You might as well hug me back.”
“Whatever,” you sighed. You shifted so you could move your arms, and wrapped your arms around his neck.
You snuggled against his shoulder. His dark hair tickled you cheek. You have to admit, you got pretty lost in that hug. You don’t know what happened, but Sebastian was leaning against the wall, and you were almost asleep in his warm embrace. You could feel his gentle finger lift your head up, and his warm breath on your lips. You guys were about to kiss again.
You ripped away, just before your lips could meet again. Ciel and Emily were standing in the doorway, looking disgusted and angry. And jealous, don’t forget that. Ciel’s hands were folded into fists. Emily was looking back and forth at you and the butler, utterly perplexed and irate.
“Er...” you tried weakly. Sebastian sat up, looking worried.
“I...I can’t believe this!” Emily screeched loudly.
“Neither can I!” Ciel started angrily. “What is the meaning of this?!”
“Uhm…” you were at a loss of words. Sebastian cleared his throat.
“My lord, I was simply—”
“No! I don’t want any of your excuses!” Ciel stated indignantly, then stormed off down the hall. Emily gave you guys one last I’m-about-to-cry look, then ran across the hall, bursting into a fit of sobs. You sat there, still speechless. An agonizing minute went by.
“Dammit,” you growled under your breath. “Damn you, Sebastian.”
“I did not intend for any of that to happen,” he frowned.
Was that… cluelessness you heard in his voice?
“Yeah? Well, neither did I,” you snapped.
“I am a demon, if you’ve forgotten. I am a physical manifestation of lust and anger. I don’t know what else to say to you,” he sighed, standing up and straightening his tail coat.
“I fell in love with a demon…” you whispered to yourself.
“And I fell in love with a human girl,” Sebastian mused.
“Leave. I have to go apologize now. I bet she won’t even accept it,” you could feel tears worming into your eyes.
“Well, isn’t she the one who was just kissing the young master?”
"How could you not tell? They were kissing outside the door. In my opinion, they have no right to be angry.”
“That’s…” True, you wanted to say. “Can I be alone?”
“Yes, my lady,” Sebastian bowed, then left you. You gathered your thoughts, but Sebastian kept intruding.
Sebastian, you have really messed me up this time. I finally brought a poor apology together, I gained the courage to cross the hall.
No, that was a lie. You wish you could’ve gained any amount of bravery to apologize to Emily. But, you couldn’t. You couldn’t bring yourself to look her in the eyes. She hated you. You were sure she hated you. You snuggled into the comforter. That’s when your head began to battle it out.
“Serves them right! Now you’re even!” one voice declared triumphantly.
“Oh, but it was hardly appropriate! You knew she liked Sebastian and you still kissed him! You should apologize,” a more reasonable voice said.
“Apologize? Screw that shit. She deserved it.”
“How can you say that? About our own friend! Despicable,” the softer voice grumbled.
“Shut up,” you murmured. “Both of you.”
You were interrupted by a hand abruptly gripping onto your mouth. You muffled onto the hand, desperately trying to get out of it’s grip, but an arm held onto your waist to hold you down. You helplessly tried screaming under the hand’s grip.
“Shh, don’t worry dear.” the voice said to you, forcefully yanking you and dragging you out of your bed. He had you standing on your feet, still gripping onto you.
“We’re just going to go on a little...journey.” the male’s voice started to cackle with laughter. He said something else after that, but you couldn’t understand what it was because your heart was pounding in your ears. Loudly.
You strained your eyes. It hard for you to make out this strange figure, due to how dark it was, but you could easily tell this was definitely a man. A kidnapper. Most definitely. Though, an eerie shiver rushed down your spin at this kidnapper's voice. It sounded so...familiar. How? You weren't entirely sure yourself, though it was on the tip of your tongue. Somewhere.
He opened the window, and jumped. He never let you loose. You muffled another helpless scream under his hand by how high he jumped from rooftop, to rooftop on other manors, carefully keeping his balance.
You started to feel dizzy and nauseous as he did so. You felt light headed. Your vision was slowly starting to fade. And then—