"The lake?" I question bitterly. "Yes, we'll be having a picnic on the shore. I've even packed bathing suits if you decide to swim." Sebastian muses, the other Servants become excited at this notion while my face falls flat and annoyed. "I'm blind and I can't swim." I drone. "Then you can sit with the Young Master, I am sure he will avoid the water as well."
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"Wow. I'm having so much fun looking at this beautiful view. Honestly, the amount of absolute nothing I'm looking at is really entertaining." I drone out sarcastically. Ciel scoffs at my comment, a hint of amusement in the breath.
"Oi! Demon bastard!" I bark, calling to the one and only Sebastian. "Yes, Miss Aylin?" Sebastian forces out, making Ciel snicker. "Come here." I order, gesturing to the space on the towel beside me. "I want to practice with my ability. I have to do it for awhile, so be prepared to deal with it." I inform Sebastian as I hear him crouch down beside me. This time, I reach for his eyes instead as it's my preference to see memories. "Sebastian, place your thumbs on Ciel's eyes for a few moments. I instruct, releasing Sebastian. He does as told then once again crouches beside me. And thusly, I begin searching his memories, jumping from his to Ciel's.
The pain attacks my skull, a crushing pressure. But I notice it's alleviated. Barely by anything, almost impossible to notice. But I'm accustomed to pain, the two of us are well acquainted, my years of forced suffrage to tame my ability making me able to tell the slightest difference.
• • •
Our afternoon goes by undisturbed, the entire time I simply spent looking to Ciel's memories through Sebastian's. It must have been at the least two hours. My hands drop to my side, I feel dried and wet blood staining my face, chin, and neck. My breathing is heavy, and I'm lightheaded.
"Aylin?" I hear Mey-Rin questions cautiously. Ciel "tsks", as if scolding a child. I reach my hands out and Mey-Rin understands, helping me to my feet. The moment she releases my hands, I crumple to the ground. "Aylin!" Finny shouts, running over. I smack their hands away, sitting up. I lean my head back, my lightheadedness not fading like it normally would. I raise my hand to my neck and feel my pulse.
Faster than usual.
"It's acute anemia. I'll be fine." I diagnose, making the other servants let out grunts of questioning. I sigh, "Anemia: A condition in which the blood doesn't contain enough healthy red blood cells." I define, laying down on the ground. "Just an excuse to stay in bed all day." I shrug, a smirk playing at my lips. "Should we be concerned?" Baldroy inquires in Ciel's direction. Ciel sighs, "She will be fine if she does not do anything stupid." Ciel says pointedly, obviously sending a message.
"'Stupid' is a subjective term." I retort. "Stop looking into other's memories through memories, then I will consider you very smart. It is not an ability that we need as of now, there is no point in you straining yourself to the point of anemia." Ciel bellows in response. I scoff, "I will force my own ability to obey me. That's how it works: the ability belongs to me, I should be able to use it as I please. After all, if not for my ability, I'd probably be some happy little girl living with my parents. If my ability can steal my life, it can repay with its services." I state simply.
Silence passes for a few moments, "An interesting point of view, Miss Aylin." Sebastian remarks, and I hear a hint of smugness within his tone. "I try."
• • •
In the distance, I hear Mey-Rin scream, the peaceful night brought to a shattering end. I hop from my bed, ignoring my light headedness and jog to the door, exiting to the hallway with my cane in hand. I stick to the wall, entering the common room for the servants. Mey-Rin bursts through the door.
"What is it?" I demand, my voice harsh. "I-Its Lord Barrymore, it is!" Mey-Rin exclaims. A growl rises in my throat, "He's dead, isn't he?" I assume. "Y-Yes." Mey-Rin stutters out.
"God fucking damnit!" I roar, my voice beyond furious. "Take me to him, now!" I command, reaching my hand out. Mey-Rin takes my hand and guides me up the steps. Before we can reach the dungeon-esc area Lord Barrymore was being kept, Mey-Rin stops short. "Se-Sebastian-San!" Mey-Rin stutters out. A scowl sets into my features, "What?" I spit. "If I couldn't stop him from being killed, I can at least find the actual culprit!" I shout, abandoning Mey-Rin's hold and pushing forward. My cane hits something.
"He is dead, that is all we need to know." Ciel's voice argues apathetically. My scowl deepens, "I missed something! THAT MAN WAS SUPPOSED TO BE WHAT CAUSED ALL THIS AND I WAS WRONG!" I shout furiously in argument. "There is no doubt Lord Barrymore was the cause for the villagers terror, at the very least, most of it. You were not completely wrong." Ciel presses, not backing down. "I'm inspecting that man's memories before they complete disappear." I hiss, pushing past Ciel. Next, I'm stopped by Sebastian, "I am afraid Young Master found out about.. this." As Sebastian says that, he raises my shirt to reveal where my healing bruise is.
"I believe I told you not to do anything stupid. Any harm brought to you in your anemic state could worsen your condition. It would be a hassle if you were to be hospitalized or die, the other servants have already taken a liking to you, after all." Ciel points out. I tear away from Sebastian's grip, setting my shirt back in place. "Listen here, you little brat, I'm free to leave whenever I please. I chose to work with you in order to better my ability not waste my time. Now, all you offer is a nuisance, and I won't stand for it. Either let me investigate the body, or I'm leaving." I threaten, no lies in my words. Ciel sighs, "Let her through. Whatever happens to her is none of my concern." Ciel gives in, his steps retreating.
• • •
Enough to create a connection, even if it's a weak one. My index fingers will allow me to see, the images will be blurry but the audio should be relatively fine. Since I'm not being fully submerged in the memory, the pain will be dulled, just like the memory itself.
"Just... merciful. I'd rather death.. pain." Lord Barrymore's distant voice begs. A shadow is cast over the cell, as hole in the roof had been covered by a creature with glowing red eyes.
The images are fuzzy, leaving much to the imagination pertaining to what creature could have killed Lord Barrymore. Harsh pinches, feeling like someone swinging a fist, hit my abdomen and arm.
A growl rings in the cold air, rippling heat through the room with it. A flash of white appears, the rough shape and placement making them look like teeth.
I pull away from Lord Barrymore's eyes, standing and wiping my hands clear of the wet blood which I had found instead of an arm earlier. I exit the area, Mey-Rin greeting me with a cloth to wipe my hands clean. "Thank you, Mey-Rin." I bow my head lightly and Mey-Rin gently grabs my arm. "It's nothing, it is!" Mey-Rin insists in return.
Now, to speak with that brat and his dog.
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A Blind Seer
FanfictionA unique sort of creature. Human, but not. Cursed to only be able to see through other's eyes. Born blind, Aylin is abandoned by whomever her parents may be. They were kind enough to leave her at an orphanage instead of leaving her to die in the st...
