His Butler, Stained

His Butler, Stained Part 2

{WARNING: Mature content.}

This is where I would say, I don’t know the next part. Well, yes. I thought you would understand but I also knew you’re confused.Truth to be told, I do know what happen. Before and after. I do know when it all happened. Everything. Everything the murderer used, everything who is involved. The modus.The setting. Everything was as planned…

The thing is,

My.

Charles.

Is.

Dead.

Wait!

Let me explain.

Here.

I entered the ball late.

Take note, ‘second entrance.’

Take note, as ‘Lady Parson Carter.’

Take note, ‘same ball.’

Take note, it was raining cats and dogs.

Lord Vermóis?

            Shhh…

So I entered the ball.

Almost all noblemen looked troubled.

I saw bugs of royal authorities swarming on the second floor.

I searched for my escort tonight.

Then I was approached by Lord Randall, police commissioner of Scotland Yard. He also shares the duty of the watchdog, protecting the royal family of its burdens. I found him very formal and very obvious that he disgusts my little patron, Ciel. He reports to me the victim’s state and the long awaited crocodile tears flow in the river of Seine. My folded gown looked like a carousel when I collapsed on the ground and continued to grief.The world becomes a blur of sounds and flashes brought me by my swelling eyes. I thought this was headache attacking me. I never had headaches before.

Steps. Yes, steps. I heard them approaching me. The crowd has gone silent as if they were hushed by a fast spreading defective pathogen of some sort. And that pathogen, I refused to accept the fact, was Her Majesty the Queen. “My dear,” I look up from my weeping, “Please rise. It’s not proper for a lady to be shattered in front a crowd.”I obeyed her, of course and collected myself. She said comforting words that I barely paid attention to. There’s too much going on in my head, “—is too much for you to bear.” Well, my queen, you don’t say.

I stayed sober for the rest couple of minutes that passed after the unprecedented incident. A black form ascended to my sight. He was the only one who appeared _.“Come with me.”The queen turned to the voice and gladly greeted him. I can see how she carries the situation coolly. Easy for her, she’s not the one who lost a loved one. Not that I took his death seriously. But it comes with the acting that I still love him.

The man in black overcoat offered me a ride home. My grandma on my side became suspicious. If I could just close my eyes and roll them three-hundred eighty degrees I would“Before I give you this fair lady, I give my thanks to the previous work victoriously done.”

“My queen, it is all for your will. Young master will have your message.”

~*~

If she’s stupid she wouldn’t accept the offer but she did. While they charge out to the rain she could hear the party’s demand, the shouts of police taking orders and other noblemen getting out of the cold chaos. Sebastian assisted her inside the coach and continued his duty as a butler. They drove quietly before Parson would notice the small figure in the seat in front of her.The streetlights shadowed the Earl’s face that makes him ten years horrific. “Lady Parson, job well done.” his existence was nearly thirteen years in the world. She admires that and he was such a cute and young lad. Behind that, as a spy, she learned that his background was full of sadness and sorrow. His father, Vincent Phantomhive, and his mother were killed in a crimson fire in their own mansion.She figured that that had brought such pride and maturity for his age.

First she was afraid to lie. What does he know about her scheme? Not a clue. “Yes, dear earl. I’ve completed my task. Now, my reward.” Her hand slyly shuffled under her secret pocket. For the pistol, just to make sure.

“Chill, we will have it on my mansion. And please, do call my name.”

“Ciel. Is this kind of a grand celebration? I refuse. All I wanted was the money.”

“The money will be given tomorrow as promised but please I know you had a really hard time about Earl Grey’s death. Is it, not?”

They turned right sharply and made her side looked spooky. “Our deal would not come to that area.”

“No? Let me get something straight, Lady Parson, you still love the Earl?”

She tilted her head on one side and didn’t answer.

The young Earl snickered.

~*~

They ascended the stairs and came in a room, after the earl has descended to his rest.She had helped herself on the bed. The butler began pouring wine. “Butler, I…I don’t drink alcohol.”

“I know that since I had a research from you.”

She sat up. “You did a research?!”

“Based on your reaction—“

“What do you know about me?”

Before she knew it, he’s too close to her and put a hand on her mouth and said whisper. “Shhh…you will wake young master.”

She pulledhis gloved hand away, “What do you know about me!”The world sank deeply fast when he hushed her with his kiss.

“Milady,” ‘I must admit, I blushed when he calls my title. And not only that. His hand cupped my face towards his which brought out the screaming inside me.’Her mission, her purpose, her reason, her revenge all pop like a bubble when they kissed.

/There’s a fire starting in my heart./

‘Once he sealed his lips into mine, I have closed my eyes. There’s no stopping itlet myself be indulged by his devilry.’He withdraws with breath, deepening his firm lips onto mine.I shuffled with every move I get. Hunger delved both of us as he pushed me back on the bed. I moaned and valued his approached. Sebastian went for my neck and spring into action. He kissed and sucked and nibbled at my ear.

Wait.

/Reaching a fever pitch and bringing me out the dark./

I can feel the heat of his body onto mine, conducting the bold passion of our very lust to each other. He goes back to my hungry plate lips and then I start to feel the fire rising out of my heart and spread all over my soul’s vessel. I embraced him, his very presence to mine.

This isn’t right.

/Finally, I can see you crystal clear go ahead and sell me out and I lay your shit bare./

His kisses planted on every a tease part of my body left a burning sensation. I moaned. ‘What doth be this? I doth not even.’ This probably brought out an octave out my vocals and he obviously enjoyed my suffering. He continued to nibble of what’s left of my beloved lips. Then he said, ‘Mein cherie.’