Black and White ✘ Black Butler

Chapter 33

"That you do think you are not what you are," Isabella says as she looks at her script then back up to me, trying her best to stay in character.

I sigh, mentally roll my eyes, and look at my script. "If I think so, I think the same of you."

"Then think you right: I am not what I am."

"I would you were as I would have you be!"

"Would it be better, madam, than I am? I wish it might, for now I am your fool."

"Excellent!! You two were just perfect!" Darla says to the both of us. We look over just to see her dramatically rise from her seat and applaud to the two of us.

I try my best to conceal my laughter. The way Darla expressed herself reminded me of a certain red-headed reaper.

"You two were just brilliant!! Now take ten. Then we'll move back on Act three scene one."

With that, I run off the stage. I was starving and needed to get to food as soon as possible before my stomach decided to eat my insides. I haven't eaten anything since breakfast. Good thing I had a granola bar stashed in my bag.

'Can't believe Bell wanted to practice our lines right when I was about to get my lunch,' I thought to myself. I make it to the backstage lockers and grab my bag from inside my designated locker. I frantically rummage through my bag, trying to find my snack. Finally, at the bottom of the bag, underneath piles of notebooks, I retrieve my granola bar.

"Aha, I finally have you, you little rascal," I say. Just as I was about to open the wrapper, the bar was snatched away from me. "Hey!!" I turn to the perpetrator who took my lunch, thinking it was either Bell or Stephan, but I was so wrong. "Oh, it's you," I coldly say. I place a hand on my hip.

"Well, hello to you too, C.L.," Alois says, holding onto the bar.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Why must you be so rude to me?"

"Because I don't like you, Alois. It's pretty obvious." I cross my arms. "Now," I extend my hand towards him, "would you be kind enough as to give me back my lunch."

"Hmm, no."

"What?"

"You're not the only one who didn't get to have their lunch." He unwraps the wrapper and takes a huge bite of the granola bar, pretending to savor the bar. Well, if he was trying to piss me off, it was working, and no one would like it when I'm hangry.

I scoff, "You bastard. And here I was trying to compliment you."

"Well, you pretty much have to. And, if you have a problem with me, why don't you take it up with Claude?"

"You honestly don't have the balls to do your own dirty work."

"Oh I do, but I'd much prefer having Claude take care of them for me."

"If you do, then why don't you just get rid of me now?"

"Because where's the fun in that?"

"Why do you insist on wanting to hurt the people I care about?" I ask, with my arms still crossed.

"It heightens the drama. Plus, it gives me something to blackmail you with; because if not, then you won't do the things we want you to do."

"Like, what?"

"Nahahah, no spoiling secrets."

I scoff, "I wish I can kill you now."

"I know but sadly you can't. You're little friends out there will know it was you, and they'll turn their backs on you, knowing what you really are. A demon."