Bloody Dreams [DISCONTINUED]

Deep Lyrics

Helena sat in his office, bored. She had nothing to do, and her new toy was filling out paperwork. If she disturbs him, she was frightened that the head butler of the house would take it the wrong way.

Then it hit her, she started to sing.

Do you hear my screams?

How I tear at the seams?

How the ghost of the past haunts me?

and how it never affect ye'?

Demon

A deep voice cut in.

I hear your moans when you sleep

Your tears falling as you weep

For you and I are connected

and as such, you are protected

"Master," Sebastian purred in her ear, startling her.

"You have a wonderful voice, Helena, but your lyrics are depressing," the earl chimed in.

"Why thank you!" Helena chirped. "but, Sebastian, how did you know that? I wrote down when I was little. Completely my work," Helena pouted.

Sebastian smirked and pointed to her head in answer. Helena growled playfully and looked over at Ciel.

"Is there nothing to do?"

"No, there isn't."

He lied. There was something to do.

"Liar! Liar, pants on fire!" Helena sang. "You got an assignment from the Queen!"

Ciel sighed, "I forgot about that..."

"I did warn you, young Master," Sebastian comment with his usual smirk.

"So, what's it 'bout?" Helena asked.

"Maybe she could be of use. Come, Sebastian, Helena, to Scotland Yard with us," Ciel commanded.

Sebastian bowed respectfully, and Helena saluted mockingly.

~At the yard~

"Hello, Ciel."

Ciel growled at the use of him name, and looked at the inspector.

"Underline," Ciel started.

"Alberline!"

Ciel sighed and continued, "I have a guest with me; she is here to help. Helena, this is the inspector.

"My Lady," Alberline bowed in respect.

"Inspector," Helena smiled.

"Show her our suspect," Ciel commanded, but the inspector would have nothing of it.

"She is a young lady, Ciel! You can't put her with a criminal!"

"I can help myself, thank you," Helena butted in.

Sebastian, who smirked, nodded in approval. Sighing, the detective lead the three to the cells. He unlocked it and let the two younger in.

"I have some questions, Mr. Underwood. Did you murder those women?" Ciel questioned.

"No."

Ciel watched as Helena's eyes sparked.

"Do you know anyone with the audacity to scoop out the eyes of these girls?"

These made Helena's eyes go wide. She hadn't heard this little detail.

"Of course not!" the man denied.