Crimson Trance (Black Butler)

Crimson Trance (ch. 12)

~Gwen's Pov~

"Only two days?" Undertaker asked. I laughed and said, "Of course, When Will says he's going to punish me, he usually always helps me. Or, well, at least in the end- really sweet of him actually."

"Sounds like you like him," Undertaker said, his voice sounding slightly curious. I sighed, "William is a really close friend of mine but Grell's stopped us at that, I guess you can say."

"How long are you going to be here?" Undertaker noted, realizing I've been laying in the coffin for a while now. Talking and keeping him live company as he worked on a patient.

"Oh, I don't know," I shifted the weight of my head as the thought of a pillow to cushion my neck passed. I knitted my eyebrows together. "You know what? I do know, it'll be right now. I don't even want to consider how long I'll stay if I just keep waiting,"

"Yes, go visit the Earl, your god-son," Undertaker urged, still absorbed in his works, I stretched my arms out, "We will get to know each other in some other time. Well, goodbye,"

I twisted the doorknob and opened it, revealing the east side of town. "Don't die," he chuckled. I rolled my eyes and smiled, "I'll try not to,"

I walked out and closed the door behind me just in time to see Ciel. He looked over and I walked to him. Arguably, since Lau was with them, Ciel was working. Such a busybody.

Walking closer I noticed a vagrant coming around, I tilted my head, realizing as he wasn't going to move out of his beeline towards Ciel.Coming up short, I came between Ciel and the sloppy looking man. Still not stopping, he pushed right into me, hurting his stomach as I put my arm out to stop him. Even so, the force pushed me back and Ciel was right there behind me.

So as I started to fall, a hand caressed the small of my back, supporting me so I could stand up straight. Turning around, I saw Sebastian.

"Gwen?" Ciel called out, startled at the strange assault. That was just seconds before the man started howling in pain. "Ah!" He weakly screamed, "My ribs! My ribs! Ah! I think one of them might be broken!"  

"Sir," I implored, "calm yourself." As if the human body was that delicate. I should know.

"She broke my ribs! Gah! It hurts so much!" He hissed, sounding more angry than in pain. Suddenly we were surrounded by a bunch of outraged, fuming men, all of whom were Indian. I sighed, looking up into the sky, unbelieving in the situation.

"You have the perfect timing don't you?" Sebastian teased. I scoffed, "Perfect? How could I ever disagree with your word choice, my friend?"

'How long has it been since I've talked to you?' A voice rang in my head. I suddenly perked up, 'Oh my god, who let you off of your sedatives?" I sent back to him.

"Englishmen, eh?" I heard someone cackle. "A butler he has there too," another said.

'Gwe~n!' Grell said, 'I miss you!'

I scowled 'Yeah, okay, sure you did, Mr. Disappointment,'

'Hey' He said, 'Don't go off the far end'

As Grell rambled, I began to back in, realizing the Indians were becoming aroused with the power of revenge and hate.

'GWEEEENNN' Grell kept whining.

'Not now, Grell." I muttered inwardly and outwardly.

"We deserve some good from this humiliation!" someone yelled, and followed by a shower of, "Yeah!" and "That's right!"

'BUT GWEENNNNNNN!!!!' He continued knowing it would, at one point, annoy me.

"I have a question to ask you," someone said in the midst of the crowd as they raised their swords and make-shift weapons. Another chorus rang through the crowd, a harmony of, "Yeah" and "Take that!"