Our Unhappy Ending (Alois Trancy x Reader)

Silver & Red

The perspective of Ciel Phantomhive.
I stand near the back of the room, searching for that insolent Alois Trancy. I should've known that he would try to alter the story. He's practically insane. Crazy. Out of his mind.

I take slow, calculated steps around the guests. They all try to greet me or strike up a conversation. I stiffly brush them off.
Where's Sebastian? I'm going to need him for this. Before I can react, he is at my side.
"Sebastian, go find Trancy and bring him to me."
"Yes, my lord."
He's off, weaving is way through the crowd.

In a few minutes, he is back with Alois slung over his shoulder. A strange girl is following him, trying to keep up. I glare at her, hoping she'll go away. She looks me straight in the eye.
Sebastian lowers Alois to the ground.
He flashes me a cold glance.
A satisfied smirk plays on my lips.
"Alois Trancy. So nice to see you."

The perspective of Alois Trancy.
His voice is as sickly sweet as candy, but I can taste all of his sour undertones.
"Ciel Phantomhive." I address him.
I don't bother hiding my disdain for him.
Ciel's smirk disappears.
"I know what you did." He says,
"And I intend to make it right."
He draws a sword from his belt and points it straight at my neck.
"Alois Trancy, I challenge you to a duel."

The guests surround us like a ring of fire. They speak in hushed, uncertain voices. I look for Sam, but I cannot see them beyond the confused, tense faces. Ciel and I stand back to back. In my hands, I hold a silver sword. My palms are sweaty, and body quakes. I hope Ciel doesn't notice.
The crowd goes completely silent as we both take a step in opposite directions.
One.
My heart is beating so loudly, I'm surprised no one else can hear it.
Tw-
I whirl around prematurely, and charge towards Ciel. A shock comes over me when I see that he has already turned to face me. He was expecting this. I curse under my breath.
My sword catches his. The harsh echo of metal clashing with metal resonates throughout the manor.
I am constantly on the move, searching for weak spots in Ciel's defense, dodging every slash of his blade that would have otherwise killed me.
I still search the crowd for Sam at every opportunity.
C'mon, Alois. Don't get distracted.
Right.
I tear my eyes away from crowd.
Before I can do anything, I feel something pierce my shoulder.
It thrusts itself beneath my skin.
Pain rips through me. I feel the paralyzing sting of Ciel's sword in my left shoulder.
I can hear blood roaring in my ears.
I try to move, to pick up my blade, which has clattered to the ground. I stumble. I try to steady myself, but I am swept off of my feet, and fall to the cold tiles below.
I don't believe in any gods, but I pray that Ciel will kill me quickly and painlessly.
No!
You must get up! You must fight!
Don't die now! You must live-- you must!
I struggle, but I can barely move.
I reach out with my good arm.
"Please.... Ciel.... Mercy...." I croak.
The last thing I see is the bloodied silver blade of Ciel Phantomhive before everything goes black.

Your/Sam's perspective
All I see is a flash of silver. All I see is red fluid gushing from Alois's shoulder. All I hear is an inhuman scream.
I shove my way through the crowd.
"Alois!" I scream.
The crowd is in turmoil, I hear shouts and arguing all around me. A few rush over to help Alois. I run over to his side.
Ciel does nothing. He simply stands in his place and watches.
I look around wildly for anything that could possibly help.
Someone is trying to bandage his arm, wrapping it in a piece of torn fabric.
I lift his good arm and check his pulse.
He's just barely holding on, he's lost so much blood.
"Alois, please wake up!" I jiggle his shoulder in desperation.
No response.
We need a doctor. Or anyone with medical experience for that matter.
Please. Anyone.

*Timeskip by the power of.... Things.*

The perspective of Alois Trancy.
Opening my eyes just a tiny bit requires a great deal of effort.
I have a pounding headache.
I manage to open my eyes for a few seconds, but then I submit to blackness once more.

I can't tell if I've been out for minutes or days. I open my eyes, this time I manage to keep them open. As my surroundings come into focus, I hear Sam's voice.
"Oh, thank god you're awake!"
I reach out to her, and cry out in pain. My shoulder! I look over to see that it's wrapped in a clean, white bandage. It's stained with a little blood.
I observe my surroundings. I'm in my own room, in my own bed.
"How are you feeling? Ciel did a number on you. I thought you were done for."
My voice is weak.
"I'm.... I'm... Better..."
I try to sit up. It's difficult without the use of my left arm, but I manage.
"Take it easy, your Highness." Claude cautions me.
"Hey," Sam smiles wryly.
"I was, uh, really worried about you. I'm glad you're sort of okay."
"How long was I out?" I ask.
Sam bites their lip.
"Around.... 5, maybe 7 hours."
I don't know how to react.

. . .

A few days later, I've regained my strength, and some use of my left arm.

. . .

Today, I wish to enact vengeance upon Ciel, but I know that's exactly what he wants. He wants me to foolishly challenge him in a fit of anger, so he can take the opportunity to kill me.
I will not fall for his bait.
I will achieve my good ending.