The Hunt for Jack the Ripper (The Phantomhive Diaries #1)

30. Sebastian Michaelis

After Sebastian ended the call, he forcefully pulled on the phone's cord until it broke, rendering it useless. He then discarded the telephone along with the wreckage of the vehicle he had just demolished. So, my master is still alive. Good. But his voice sounded weak and tired. That could only mean one thing. He's injured. I must hurry and get to him quickly. If I don't hurry now, we shall never have dinner.

Sebastian's eyes remained a menacing shade of blood red as he glanced at one man still struggling to escape. The man, with only two bloody stumps for legs, was attempting to crawl away as quickly as possible. Sebastian found the scene rather amusing, especially when the man's pitiful whimpers resembled those of a sniveling child. A soft chuckle escaped Sebastian's lips at the sight. If the young master were present, he would surely mock the man mercilessly. However, there was no time for such entertainment. Sebastian needed to quicken his pace in order to return the young master home before dinner.

In a nonchalant manner, Sebastian walked towards the man who was still trying to make his unsuccessful escape.

"Thank you for allowing me the use of your field telephone," Sebastian said with his usual polite smile.

"P-please," the man begged as blood leaked from his mouth. "Have mercy."

"First things first," Sebastian grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt, lifting him in the air. "I'd like to know who you work for."

Gazing at Sebastian, the man's eyes widened in sheer terror. Sebastian let out an exasperated sigh before making his way to the edge of the road, where only a cliff and a steep drop awaited.

"I suggest you hurry now," Sebastian warned him. "I'm not exactly a patient man and you know what happens when you drop an egg, correct?"

In desperation, the man finally replied. "O-our employer's name is Azzurro Vanel. He has a warehouse at Bethnal Green. I-it's in the East End."

"Ah, excellent then," the butler continued to smile. "Thank you for the information, my good sir."

"I-I just work for him! I swear!" The man cried.

"Well, of course. I understand completely," Sebastian said. "I'll let you go now."

Sebastian released his hold on the man's collar, observed with a twisted sense of pleasure as the man's terrified screams filled the air. The satisfying crunch of the man's body hitting the ground brought a smirk to Sebastian's face. That should take care of that. Sebastian glanced over his shoulder and was met with the gruesome sight of the man he had recently slain. Body parts scattered everywhere - an arm in a tree, a leg on a rock, and a head with a frozen expression of terror lying in the middle of the road. He sighed, checking his pocket watch to gauge the time he had lost. Right. I suppose I need to take care of that first before anyone else comes across this mess. And with so little time as well. Don't worry, young master. I shall be there soon.