Black and White ✘ Black Butler

Chapter 51

Claude sighs, crossing his arms, and stepping closer towards me. "CL," he starts. "Are you rid of all of your guilt?"

I crook my brow. "What?" I ask.

"Have you..." he tries to look for the right words, "cleared your conscious?" Although he was asking a meaningful question, his expression says otherwise. It was easy to tell that he meant nothing he says. It's like he's forcing himself to ask these questions before he mercilessly kills me.

I wonder what his motive is?

I scoff. "Why does it matter?"

"Well," he shrugs his shoulders, "Isn't that usually something humans do before they die?"

My lips crack into a smile and I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. "Really?" I ask as if it was a stupid question, which in retrospect it was. "Do I even look like people?"

Now it was his turn to look at me with a questionable gaze, but it was mixed with hints of boredom.

Alois, on the other hand, decided to sit on the sidelines (quite literally as he took a seat on one of the crates). He always had a knack for drama, so when the opportunity presented itself, he felt like it was best to see where this drama would lead. I suppose it's best for him not to waste any energy where it isn't needed.

I lazily shake my head. "When in my life have I ever been considered a human?" I question.

Nobody answers, not even a sarcastic remark from Alois, but then again, I didn't expect them to.

"All I've done was hide what I really am, even if I didn't know it myself."

Then, Claude stops only a couple meters beside me.

I tilt my head to better look him in the eyes. "To be perfectly honest, I use to think that I was human as well, but I was far from that lie. But," I snap, "If you really want to know, yes; my conscious is clear and all of my sins have been forgiven."

He rolls his eyes and shrugs off my remark.

"But why would you care?"

With that, he eyes me, slowly dropping his arms to his side.

"It's not like you were human to begin with either," I admit.

His gaze begins to grow colder.

"I bet Anastasia saw that way before you killed her." Then, I lift my shoulders. "Maybe that's why she loved you to begin with."

I notice him clenching his fist and his lips twitch. If he didn't stop himself sooner, I would've guessed he's be growling like a ravaged dog.

Now I really picked something in him.

Maybe if I provoke him enough, he might want to kill me quicker.

But if I know when he's about to attack, I can stop him before he gets to me.

"Come on, I'm trying to be realistic here," I comment. "Maybe everything going in your life, or... that life, was suppose to prepare you for your true form." I gesture towards his physique, moreover his whole "demon aura". "You were never suppose to be given any good to begin with."

He clenches his jaw.

"I'm serious, Claude. You and I both saw the same thing."