We Stitch These Wounds (A Black Butler *Sebastian* FanFiction)

Chapter 18: Sleeping With Sirens.

•Sebastian•

"We've got a new case to work." Ciel sighs. "What is it about, my lord?" I ask, now curious.

"It's a tiny bit different from what we usually do. I'm actually starting to feel like we're in that show Mallory, Savannah, Shyanne and you watch. Supernatural." He trails off... "It's sirens this time."

"You mean Sleeping With Sirens?" I ask.

"Yes- wait we aren't talking about the band! Get your head together and focus, Sebastian!" He yells, slamming his hands down on his desk. "Sorry." I jump back.

"Anyways, sirens are basically prostitutes. Homicidal prostitutes. They come in the form of the woman you've always dreamed of. The perfect girl. Anyways, they poison you pretty much, by uh, you know. Sleeping With Sirens, or whatever you said. And they make you kill the girl closest to you. And then they leave. And this needs to stop." He explains.

"Oh? And where will we find it, and find out who it is?" I ask.

"Well, usually they're found where any guy from 2015 would be. Either a night club or strip club. And in this case, it's a night club. Thank God, I don't want to go watch strippers. That's just disgusting. And I'm not sure how we find out who it is. We just need to find her and kill her."

I smirk, and bow. "Yes, my lord."

****

"So why the hell are you and Ciel going to a night club? A poor 13 year old child doesn't need to be somewhere like that." Mallory questions, her arms crossed. "It's a case we're working, darling. Don't worry." I assure her.

"Alright. I'm gonna go to Alyssa's house. Shyanne is there, so we're gonna hang out. Savannah's at Undertaker's and Alaina is hanging out with Will and Grell, so yeah. Have fun murdering people." She says.

*****

"I'm sorry, kid. I can't let you in. You're too young." The person thingy at the door of the club thingy says to Ciel, blocking him from entering. Ciel rolls his eyes, and groans. "Fine. Sebastian, go inside. You know what to do. I'll call Savannah or somebody to come pick me up."

I nod my head, and walk into the dreadful building. Oh, this is awful.

Ew ew ew. Terrible music, ugly, drunk and high people, too many people twerking, so many lights. So so many strobe lights. And why does it smell like vomit and vodka? Ew, get me out of here before I puke and have a panic attack.

Ciel.. Young master... I'm not making you any fucking cake for the next week.

I roll my eyes at all the idiots, and to find a secluded place in the back.

Ugh, seriously? Why is that waitress coming over here? I don't want anything!

"Can I get you anything?" She asks, a fake smile on her face. "No thank you." I mumble, wanting her to go away. "Sir, you have to buy something in order to stay." She says back.

Ugh. "Fine." I roll my eyes a little. "...do you have Gatorade?"

She gives me a weird look. "Um, yeah. What flavor?"

"Uh, the light blue one."

"Do you want alcohol in it?"

"No, no."

She gives me a weird look and nods, walking off.

Bitch better be back here with my Gatorade real quick...