(A/N: OKAY. GUYS. I. AM. SO. SO. SO. EXTREEEEMLY. SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT ;-; Since school hasn't been as much of a pain as it usually is, I was finally able to get back with this story! YAYZ!! MAN. What a relief this is! xD Oh, and one quick heads up. This whole chapter's also in another person's POV. Ciel's. But chances are you guys will most likely enjoy it. ^^ Well...at least I hope so. XD )
“Silver and gold will bend and bow, bend and bow, bend and bow.
Silver and gold will bend and bow, my fair lady.”
“Sebastian!” I snapped. “Find him!”
Sebastian nodded, and without my consent, he grabbed me and sprinted off down a dark hallway. I gasped as he set me down. We had Drossel cornered. We were standing in an even darker room, one with a few dusty couches and an unlit fireplace.
“Drossel!” I cried. “Reverse what you did to (Name)!”
“Never,” he said calmly. “She is beautiful.”
I knew what I had to do.
“Sebastian,” I said slowly, lifting my eyepatch up. “Kill him.”
They usually scream when I say that. Drossel fought valiantly, I’ll admit. But he was never a match for my butler. Sebastian found an old axe sitting in the corner of the empty room, and he tore Drossel to pieces.
The mess of straw and torn cloth was indescribable. Sebastian hoisted Drossel up onto his left shoulder, and we began to hurry back. Worries of Emily stuck in my mind. Was she okay? Was (Name) okay?
I fell forwards as an earth-shattering wail startled me. Sebastian caught me quickly, and we rushed down the winding staircase. I skid to a halt at the halfway point. There lay Grell, knocked unconscious. I growled at him. How had this happened? He was supposed to be helping Emily. I didn’t realize how bad the situation was then.
Sebastian hoisted Grell up onto his other shoulder with a few complaints, and we were off again. I jumped past the last five stairs. The wails had kept going, each one more painful than the next.
In the middle of the room I had left Emily and Grell in, there was a hunched figure. As I walked closer I realized it was (Name). She was weeping heavily over something, each sob wracking her form.
Crying was good. She wasn’t an emotionless doll anymore. She managed to snap out of it somehow.
I came closer. If I craned my neck, I could see a few locks of something brown splayed out on the floor. Hair. Brunette hair. Even with the lump in my throat and sickness in my stomach, I moved closer.
“I didn’t mean to do this, I swear!” (Name) shot up, her face streaked with tears. Mascara ran down her flushed cheeks. She fell back to her knees, and I could now see what she was leaning over.
Emily. The girl was sprawled out on the floor. Her entire torso was a bloody mess. A gaping wound in her chest, right where her heart would be.
The bloody knife was a few feet away. (Name)'s hands were covering in blood. And Emily wasn’t moving.
“We know it isn’t your fault, (Name).” I heard no emotion in my voice.
Emily wasn’t moving.
“We already took care of the problem causer,” Sebastian said, motioning towards Drossel’s limp body with disdain.
For God’s sake, why isn’t she moving?!
“I know. I can see that!” (Name) said, her voice heavy with tears again. “But what are we going to do about Emily?”
I felt wetness in my eyes. My breaths became shorter. She still stared blankly up at the ceiling, all wonder no longer with her. She did not move.
“Perhaps the Undertaker can bring her back. He is a reaper after all. Chances are he may be able to bring her back.” Sebastian told her.
“Yes, that’s it!” she exclaimed. “But, isn’t Grell a reaper too?”
Sebastian dropped Grell’s body to the ground. (Name) saw he was no longer in commission and sighed.
“That explains a lot,” she groaned. “I guess we are off to the Undertaker’s, then.”
Emily was dead.
I wanted to scream until my throat gave out. I was carrying Emily's body into his shop. I didn’t want to look at her lifeless face.
It scared me much more than her angry one ever did. I made a promise to myself that day. I’d never let anything happen to her or (Name) again. Mainly (Name), but still. I tried to convince myself she was sleeping. She’d wake up any moment now.
Even when the Undertaker led us back into the room (Name) had almost been sacrificed in, I couldn’t help but feel this was going to go horribly wrong.
I reluctantly laid her down on the metal table and brushed a loose lock of hair from her face.
Holding back tears, I stepped away so the Undertaker could do something, anything, to bring her back. The Undertaker brought out a book, thumbed through the pages, mumbled something, then smiled.
He put the book away and raised his arms dramatically. Candles ignited all around the girl on the cold table. He began to chant.
** “Accept our offering
Know our prayer,
Here lies Emily Richardson
O’ Thee spare her,
Let her cross over
O’ let her cross over,
I demand Thee, release her and let her rise!”
Loud wind rushed through the shop, swirling around Emily’s body. It picked up dust and dirt, forming a small tornado around her. The cyclone got closer and closer to her until…
Nothing. The wind stopped abruptly and the dust settled everywhere.
Emily still did not move.
My mouth felt dry as I rushed over to her body, desperate to see her breathing again. But I only saw a lifeless face. The Undertaker felt her wrists then shook his head. She was dead. Staying dead.
“It should’ve worked,” he said.
“Make her wake up, please!” (Name) cried, tears spilling down her cheeks.
“I’ve done all I could,” the Undertaker assured us. “Some things cannot be brought back, I’m afraid.”
“Thing?! She’s a girl! My fucking best friend! Bring her back, Undertaker!” (Name) yelled at him.
Anger built up inside me as well. I grabbed the nearest thing to me, a glass bottle, and smashed it.
“Earl Phantomhive,” the Undertaker began. “I-”
“MAKE HER ALIVE!” I cried desperately. “I want to see my friend again!”
(Name) burst into loud wails.
“Undertaker!” Sebastian snapped. “I demand you do something about this!” His eyes were glowing.
“Do something!” I concurred, slamming my fist beside her body.
“I’ve done everything! I cannot help her!” the Undertaker insisted breathlessly.
“Please?” Grell asked him softly.
It was the first word he’d spoken since he’d learned of her death. Did he care?
“Is there something we can do?” I asked in a last attempt.
“No,” the Undertaker replied curtly.
I turned and bit my knuckle as (Name) rushed over to Emily's side, yelling words of apologies and forgiveness to her. A few tears escaped my eyes and I bit down harder. I tasted the familiar metallic burst of blood in my mouth. But I kept biting.
Grell leaned over Emily’s body as Sebastian hauled (Name) away. He whispered something to her dead form, then pulled away, a frown on his face.
I let my bloody hand fall to my side. I felt barren.
“That’s it then?” I asked, once again without emotion. “She’s gone?”
“I’m afraid so, my lord,” my butler answered in a solemn voice.
There was a moment of silence as everyone let the information sink in.
“Now, we’ll have to get her out of these bloody clothes!” Undertaker said. His bony fingers hovered over her shirt. He reached for the first button.
A bout of dizziness struck me as a hand shot up and caught the Undertaker’s.
“Don’t touch me.”
She whipped his hand away from her and sat up groggily.
A shudder gasp was wretched from my throat, the noise lost in the sound of everyone else’s.
Emily was alive!
She swung her legs over to table and hopped to her feet. She swayed like a drunkard, then placed a hand on the table to steady herself.
My stomach erupted in butterflies. My feet were glued to the ground, however.
(Name) tackled the poor girl in a deathly hug.
“Miss me?” Emily slurred. Somehow, although being seconds after coming back to life, Emily managed her trade-mark jeering smirk.
I realized I could no longer be mad at her for anything. Or (Name).
As soon as (Name) let go, I pulled the girl towards her and folded my arms around her tightly.
“Emily,” I whispered in disbelief. “You’re back.”
“Damn straight,” she said with a giggle. Her laugh made my heart feel lighter. I was so relieved. Before I pulled away, she planted a soft kiss on my cheek. A friendly one.
Still woozy, I stepped away from her with a friendly smile.
I was quickly thrown out of the way by a particular reaper. He grabbed her and picked her up, holding the girl in the air. Emily let out a startled squeak, then laughed.
“I thought you were dead! Oh, this is such a relief!” he gasped.
“Okay, Grell,” she sighed and rolled her eyes. “I missed you too. Now, put me down!”
He put her down. That was all of us to celebrate, excluding the Undertaker...except the demon. All eyes on him, he scoffed.
Emily flashed her pretty grin and walked up to him, craning her neck to look into his eyes.
“I’m open,” she told him, her arms spread for a hug. He looked at me nervously. I was prepared to shake my head. But I didn’t. I knew Sebastian was just as happy as the rest of us, if not more. I nodded my head. He squatted down and hugged her. He whispered something, then she whispered something.
Whatever she whispered seemed to have a greater effect. Sebastian stood up quickly with wide eyes.
“Fantastic! My remedy worked!” the Undertaker cheered.
There was something on Emily’s face then. Amusement? Maybe.
“Thank you, Undertaker!” (Name) and I said at once.
Hours after we got back to the manor, I was explaining to Emily what had happened with Drossel during supper. I saw the same look on her face. Amusement. Did she find her own death entertaining?
Emily set down her fork and smiled impatiently.
“I’m tired,” she said. “I think I’ll go lay down.”
I watched Emily leave. A bit later, (Name) repeated the same action and left the table. I kicked back and sighed heavily.
What a long day…
I heard the familiar footsteps of Sebastian clacking down the stairs, then the door swung open and he walked into the dining room.
“Are you feeling better, young master?” he asked me as I tried to escape the room.
“Yes. Now that I know (Name) is okay and Emily isn't dead,” I sighed.
Sebastian didn’t answer, so I slipped off into my room.
It felt good to be back in my own bed. As I drifted off to sleep, I kept assuring myself of one thing.
(Name) was safe. And so was Emily. That's all that mattered.