// "Don't make me your last hope..."\\ M! Reader! X Black Butler! 18+

Dream

"Look at me while you die. I said Look At ME!" Waking up in a sweat your breathe quickens and feel it struggle to stand up, "Oh god..." 'What happened was it that curse? Poison?' You're fine. Everything seems alright. 'Then what was it..?' I think you have bad anxiety kid. 'Me?'

Heading to the bathroom, you recall events from yesterday. 'Ciels still bedridden. Sebastian and Snake are investigating that cellar. Everyone is busy, pretty sure I cut enough wood for two winters.' Taking some time to freshen up, you head out to look at the town.

Hilde halts you at the door exiting the manor, "Ve're do you think you're going?" Turning around you point, "Uh. Your town? Just wanted to see what this place has to offer." Tossing a medallion with a rune inscribed you tense up, feeling Voices fear of it. Get that thing away. 'Awww. Baby afraid of a wittle rune?' You nod and head outside, "Yeah yeah keep it on got it."

As soon as the door shut you hurl the medallion into the forest. 'Better?' Greatly. Heading into the town you look closer at the witch trials relics. 'Hmm.' What? 'If there were trials. And people hated the witches why is Sullivan still around?' Her ancestors saved people right. From these werewolves.

'Yeah... people will be people though. I'm sure that there would still be some people looking for her.' You think what then? 'I think she's using them. Like puppets. No men in the village, yet theirs still people here?' You don't mean... 'They're all werewolves.' That's insane. Actually you are.

'It's just a theory. However, I need more clues to back this up. See look.' Looking over you view an old sickle, 'So much rust forming, also the fact that no men here. Why? Wolfram is the only one. Also I would like to point out Werewolves. Wolfram? But I think that'd be too easy.' Here's hoping. That'd be too obvious though.

'Yeah.' Looking around you take out a screwdriver from your jacket pocket and try to open the lock. What was that earlier? 'What?' You and that beast. 'I want things to know that I killed them. I did it. Me.' You're one cold bastard Y/N. Turning out to be a prize, and what does our resident Angel have to say. They're products of the most foul design. Impure.

Hearing that you pop the lock, carefully sneaking inside someone's home. However your mind crashes with a headache as you scurry back outside. 'Augh! What the hell?!' I wouldn't go back inside. 'Why?' Felt like that medallion from earlier.

'Hmm.' Walking more of the town you eventually come to a conclusion. Heading back to the mansion you observe the many flowers and see a medallion within. 'Thank you Sebastian.' Demons are very resourceful little shits. 'That's what you think of Sebastian?' WELL YEAH! Snarky ass grin, thinking he's better and yearning for a soul that's broken.

'Aren't you?' Touché. Chuckling to yourself you head over to the side of the manor you take a smoke break, "Any more enemies out there please. I don't want to waste this pack of smokes." Saying that aloud nothing came, "Good, that's what I thought."

Turning around darkness was obscures your vision, 'The hell?' Then a door opened up, entering it you tense up. "Oh no... not here. Please no." Dropping to your knees your head aches. Back at that apartment in New York, where your adopted parents lived.

Yelled at, scolded and lectured daily. Or rather semi daily from the times you actually went back there. Memories of a long forgotten life come rushing back in a heartbeat. "Y/N! Your life is being wasted away! Please!" Mom said as you just pushed her away, "Like how you guys wasted your life!?"

Dad however gave you a slap across your face, "This! You don't EVER! Bring that home!" Giving a scorn look you just went to your room locking it. Going to your knees. However you just look at your present self, "Miss this? Miss them? Or miss the past cause that's what made you now?"