Mute (A Black Butler Fanfic)

Chapter 6

 MC's POV

Ugh . . .

What happened?

I remember running . . . and Lauren knocked me out . . . but why-

Dahlia.

I jump off my bed. No one else is in here, just me and a flickering candle. It's still night, but how much time did I waste? How long was I out?

I start to change out of my dress and into some trousers and my father's jacket. I need to get to her, now! She can't defend herself when with a baby!

I slide my handgun into my waistband and throw open the door, marching to the entrance. I pass no one on the way, they must all be asleep. What time is it? Midnight? Two A.M?

I turn the corner to see Lauren standing guard in front of the door. His eyes widen when he sees me. I keep walking toward him.

"MC! I'm sorry, but I can't let you out. I don't know why you want to get out but you need to stay inside! I heard wolves and-" I tried to walk past him so he grabbed the back of my jacket.

I spin around, pulling out my handgun and firing a shot. The bullet misses his head by less than an inch.

But I meant to miss.

I stare into his eyes, pure determination in my own. He collapses on the ground, cupping the part of skin the bullet almost touched. I think he's in shock.

Guilt forms a lump in my throat but I swallow it done, turning and storming outside into pure darkness.

Dahlia.

I'm coming.

Ciel's POV

A gunshot.

I wake up in the middle of the night to a gunshot.

I stumble out the door and run in the direction I heard it coming from. "Sebastian?"

"Yes my lord?" he says, right behind me. "Who fired the gunshot?"

"Mary-Clara."

I stop in my tracks, turning to look at Sebastian. "Mary-Clara? She shot a gun? Why?"

He gestures ahead of me. I push open the door and walk into the front entryway.

The door is wide open, a window opposite it shattered. The doorman is sitting against a wall being soothed by another butler. He appears to be in shock. Carlotta is standing there in her nightgown, her back to me. Her mother is nowhere to be seen.

"I can't believe this!" she screams. "I wake up to a stupid gunshot, no one is even dead, and I lost precious hours of beauty sleep! Mother sleeps with earplugs so she gets beauty sleep, but me? NO! MC has to go ruining my looks! Now Ciel will never choose me to be his fiance! I'll have lost all that money! ARRGGGHHhhh-h-hello Ciel! I didn't see you there! Did the gunshot wake you? Hahaha, how much did you hear?"

Disgusted, I turn and walk away, heading back to my room. "Sebastian?"

"Yes my lord?"

"Follow Mary-Clara and make sure she doesn't leave the property. And keep her from harm. A missing person while I'm on the premises could cause trouble later."

"Yes, my lord." I turn around but he's already gone.

MC's POV

The fact that's it's literally pitch black doesn't bother me in the slightest; I know the way to the stables by heart.

I make it to the stables without incident and see the door wide open, light flooding out. I run forward, race to Dahlia's stall to see . . .

Dahlia.

And her foal.

Alive.

I breath a sigh of relief. They're okay! They aren't dead.

I watch Dahlia lick her foal clean. She must have given birth just a few minutes ago, though the placenta is gone already. I'm guessing she ate it. That's okay, it's packed full of nutrients and won't harm her. Well, crisis averted. I replace the hay with some clean layers from the corner. I guess I should just head back now . . .

A twig snaps outside.

I whirl around, staring at the entrance to the stables. I slowly pull out my pistol and wait.

Nothing.

I frown, walking over slowly. Were the wolves out there? I freeze in the doorway, my silhouette stretched out on the ground.

A pair of yellow eyes, low to the ground, races toward me.

I turn, slamming the door shut and throwing the bolt in place. A loud thud and a shuddering of the door tells me the wolf body slammed it. It starts growling, scratching at the door. The sounds triples- no quadruples! The whole pack is out there!

That bolt won't hold forever.

I put away my pistol, grab the nearest hay bale and drag it in front of the door. I do this a few times, stacking some against the oldest wood and windows. The wolves start howling, scaring Dahlia and her foal. I pull out my pistol, lean against the back wall and wait for the door to break down.

Or for them to leave.

Whichever comes first.