Yes, Lord Trancy (Ciel x Alois)

Chapter Thirteen: Kings, Queens and Pawns

Alois' POV

It had been several days, and there had been two more murders, Irvin Dendy and Saul Burke, which completed the message, there was no way it was coincidence at this point.

Minnie Clements
Issac Lite
Samuel Burress
Sam Potter
Morton Carbey
Ennis Saxon
Abel Fitzgerald
Lee Jack
Oscar Beckham
Irvin Denny
Saul Burke

My nerves were frayed, and I was even more of a stuttering mess than I had been. I avoided talking and I never ate, not to mention I hadn't slept in days.
Ciel also seemed displeased, though he did a much better job of hiding it, I noticed him becoming more short tempered, irrational, and he sometimes payed slightly less attention to what he was doing.

It was a cloudy, damp day, the moisture hanging to the air outside like soggy moss to wood. I was curled up on an arm chair, frozen and hugging my knees as Ciel sat silently in the same room, staring vacantly out the window, this was pretty much all we'd been doing the past few days. Then there was a nock at the the door. It was the first time someone had knocked on the door in ages.
Me and Ciel looked at each other, and I could see the worry on his face, though it was probably even more visible on me. I nodded solemnly for Ciel to answer it.

Ciel's POV

I went to answer the door, looming dread sitting heavily in my gut. I opened the door, looking up at the person so I could see their face...
"Hello Phantomhive. I should assume Alois is home, correct?" An all to familiar dull, emotionless voice stated. Faustus.
Seeing the bespectacled, topaz eyes of Claude I found myself frozen in place, though I was quick to pull my act together. Never loose sight of your next move.
"He is indeed home, since I see no point in lying to you, though that is not to say I have to let you in," I retorted, managing to keep the stutter from my voice. He pushed his glasses back up his nose, the light of the practically
non-existent, typical British sunlight shining off the lenses as he fixed me and icy glare. I stood my ground.
"As I expected. Now since I am above such brutish measures such as running in an stabbing everything in sight, unlike Michaelis, I offer to make a deal with you. A game of chess. Whoever wins gets a Alois' soul," he suggested neutrally.
"And if I don't accept?"
"I can very easily have this mansion and Alois in ruins, don't think I don't know how to pull a few strings if need be,  Phantomhive," he responded, a slight venom lacing his words. I saw no other option.
"Fine. But if I win you have to agree to leave peacefully and never bother us again," I snarled.
"Agreed."