The Eye of the Demons- A Black Butler

Chapter 7

Crimsons POV: 

6 months after she got shot:

I had survived. Seth survived. Mats master was locked up, but Mat had disappeared before the police could catch him. His master was found dead in his cell the next day. 

But it was long forgotten. I had been in town all day, buying stuff. I finally walked to the children's home and knocked. Mrs. Fallow opened it, and gaped at the stuff I was holding. She looked at my expensive outfit. It was a black dress, that faded to grey at the end of my waist, then with sitches up at around my knees that were black, and a black ribbon tied around my neck. 

"What happened to you?" She whispered. 

"I found my family. But I want you guys to have this." I pushed the stuff into her hands. 

"Sell it, keep it, I don't care. Just realize that these kids have never had a home, and your all they have. Treat them well." I said, hugging her. 

"O...ok..kkayyy..." She stuttered. I swooshed away, and caught a carriage. I sighed, and pulled my cloak closer. 

I rode home in silence. Then I realized the driver made no sound. I looked out the window and saw there was no driver. I was heading strait for the cliff! I jumped out of the carriage just in time. I saw my home was still far in the distance. I pulled up my cloak and started walking. It was pitch black by the time I arrived. I opened the door and screamed. 

Bethel was on the ground, blood everywhere. I rushed over and lifted her head. 

"Stay awake, don't die." I whispered, but she looked in my eyes, closed them, and pulled her hand in front of my face. A red ring lay on it. Mine. Why? 

"To...protect...you..." She whispered, then fell limp. I grabbed it off. Roy was leaning against the staircase banister, dead. I ran upstairs. 

"MOTHER! FATHER!" I yelled, and burst into their room. 

Blood. Blood, blood, blood. A limb lay here or there, their bodes into pieces. 

"NO!" I screamed, the mansion rumbling. A fire had started in the corner of the room, and was proceeding fast towards the door. I ran out before it locked me in. Grief tore at my chest. I ran outside, and watched the manor burn down, attracting neighbors and people from the outskirts of London come running. I looked down. My dress was splattered with blood. 

"Splattered, not soaked," I thought, even through the horrible shock. 

Seths hands found mine, and I pulled into him, crying. He pushed me away enough to look at my face. 

"What happened?" He whispered. 

"Someone killed all of them. They took apart my parents limb by limb. They set a fire to burn the evidence." I whispered. Grief and exhaustion shook me. I saw the raccoon disappear into the forest. I wanted her to come back, but I was to worn out. I felt myself being picked up by Seth, and carried somewhere. Jerking. I was being pulled. I was in a carriage. I let sleep take over, because in the real world the pain was to much. 

In my dreams, I dreamed of killing the man that killed my parents.I would find who killed my parents, even on my sworn life. Nothing would get it my way of killing every last and single person who had to do with this. I had loved my new parents. I actually loved them. I was finally in a home. And still, everything was snatched away in a heartbeat.