Quest for the Lost--Sebastian's Daughter Sequel (A Black Butler Fanfic) COMPLETE

Chapter 3

"Sebastian!!!" Maria screamed when we got into the carriage.

My father looked back from fighting to us and nodded when he saw I was in the carriage. He did something to keep the enemies away for a moment while he ran to the carriage. I didn't see what he had done, but it seemed to work.

He was driving the carriage away in an instant. I heard a gun fire, and it ripped right through the old wooden carriage. I screamed, and Maria put me in her lap and held me tightly.

My father kept driving as I fought Maria. "No!" I screamed at her. "If another bullet gets through, it'll hit you instead of me!! You can't die for me! I'm not worth it. Let go, NOW!!" I screamed and kicked, my demon half taking over and trying to free me.

I looked at Maria with a furious expression. I could feel the blood pounding behind my blood red eyes, and knew that I'd be full out demon in no time if I didn't calm down. But that was the thing. I couldn't calm down at all right now. Not while she was risking her life for me.

Maria was shocked. My father was too busy getting us to safety to help, but I needed him.

I finally took control for a moment. "Dad..."

My father didn't take his eyes off the path in front of us, but I knew he was worried.

Maria let go of me, and I finally was me again. What was that?

Dad finally stopped the carriage. I looked out the window and saw that we were no longer being followed. Dad had managed to get us away.

I was sitting on the floor of the carriage after I noticed I was safe from the hunters for now. I held my pounding head in my hands. What happened to me?

Dad opened the door and I looked up at him. I had fear on my face and he had worry on his. I jumped up and hugged him, crying.

"Dad, what... what happened to me? One minute I just didn't want Maria to get hit by a bullet instead of me, and then it was..... horrible..."

My father rubbed my head, still hugging me. "I don't know. Maybe you went without your mother for so long, that the angel doesn't know how to stay even with the demon, and it just gave up when you got angry."

"Why couldn't Finny come and help?" I asked, letting go of him.

"Because someone had to help take care of the young master."

"That's not all."

"Because I didn't want him to see you this way."

"So you knew this would happen?" I screamed in disbelief.

"Of course not. I meant I didn't want him to see you on the run, with blood soaking your dress and you screaming at everyone trying to help you." He stepped away from the doorway. "You're safe here for the time being."

I didn't move.

"It's getting late," Maria commented. "We can't keep traveling in the dark. Do you have anywhere in mind that we could stay the night?"

"I don't know what you guys are going to do," I said, standing, "but I'm going to find somewhere to sleep, then spend the night with my mom."

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"Mom, do you know what happened to me earlier?" I asked. I'd explained what had happened between Maria and I when we were in the carriage. She'd listened intently without interrupting until I was finished.

She was silent. She knew what was happening to me. I could feel it. She just didn't want to tell me. She was silent because she was trying to think if a lie to tell me.

"Please, Mom, don't lie to me," I pleaded.

She sighed. "Spread your wings, Angel."

"What?"

"Spread your wings, Angel."

"What do my wings have to do with anything? Mom, what are you not telling me? Dad tried to figure it out, but I don't believe what he said." I was on the verge if tears.

"You want my honesty, correct"

I nodded.

"Your wings could hold the key. Please, Angel. Spread your wings and I will be honest with you. Your wings may confirm my suspicions."

I nodded again, closed my eyes, and spread my wings.

My mother looked at my wings for a moment, while I refused. Then she sighed.

"I was correct." She turned away from me. "I have been away from you for too long. You are hardly my daughter anymore..."

"What are you...?" My sentence trailed off when I glanced over my shoulder at my demon wing.

It was smaller and stretched out farther, more like a bird than an angel, as it had originally been shaped. My angel wing was no longer white, but Gray, and growing darker. It was shaped like the other one.

All this had happened while I'd had that vision. That was the only time it had been possible.

I looked back to my mother.

"Mom, what's going on? Please, you promised to be honest with me, and said your suspicions were right. What's wrong with me?"

My mother walked up to me, but not close enough to trap me in her world. She smiled sadly.

"Nothing is wrong with you, my precious girl."

"Mom, you didn't call me Angel..."

"I know."

"Why?"

She took a deep breath. "Because the angel in you is dying, Selena. Soon you will become a full blooded demon..."