Tangled Web (A Black Butler Fan Fiction)

Chapter Thirty-Two

I shot up from where I was laying. The sun hadn't welcomed in the morning, but it was close to. Breathlessly, I scanned over myself, trying to grip reality. I finally looked around to where I was. I was in my room. I held my head. The last I remember, I saw a face. Ciel's face. But, Ciel is supposed to be dead. I closed my eyes and opened them, trying to focus on everything else. Ciel's face couldn't leave my mind. I shoved the covers back and stood up, making sure nothing was really wrong with me.

"I see you are awake," Grell said. He was sitting in the far corner of my room with his arms crossed.

I blinked. "Yes, Grell," I said. I was almost wondering why he was still here. Then I remembered, that old abandoned building.

"I didn't know you were the weak of heart," he said.

"Shut up," I said immediately irritated.

I hated it when someone called me weak. I've hated it for a long time. I never thought of myself as weak and I hated it when someone thought I was. Even when I saw Alois, I was surpised he nor Claude called me weak. I don't know what I would have done.

I snapped around to him. "Grell, I am not weak. I may look weak to some grim reaper field agent, but I am not weak."

Grell kept the same, casual, expression on his face, but I saw fear flash in his eyes. In my head, I snickered. How ironic, a grim reaper, whose job is to "finish" off humans and harvest their souls, had a moment of fear because some girl, who contracted her soul to a demon to save a boy's life, snapped at him.

I turned back around. I heard Grell utter, "I never thought you were weak. I would pass out too if I saw the one I loved's face if I thought he was dead." After that, in a softer voice, added, "Oh Bassy."

Ciel isn't dead, I thought. Ciel can't be dead. If he was dead, then I would be dead. That was what was in mine and Sebastian's contract. He'd have to follow through with it. It's the demon's code, right?

I suddenly realized something. It was way to quiet in the manor I inhabited. "Grell, where is my family?"

"Still away," he looked at he nails closely and then extended them, still looking at them. He was about as casual about them as I was. "They haven't returned. Not even your sister, Elizabeth."

I lowered my head some. At least I was alone in the house for once. For once the eyes stabbing me in the back as I walked by them wasn't there. When I heard the soft knock on the door, I turned to Grell. No matter what happened last night, he was still my "tutor" or whatever excuse I gave Mother and Father when he first came. Whatever it was, I forgot it.

"I will be right back," he said as he opened my door and disapppeared behind it.

I sat down on my bed and looked at the mirror on my vanity. I was still in my dress from the night before. I stood up again and looked at my dress. It was dirty from that abandoned building. At an instant, as soon as I thought of the fight with those demons, I thought of the one that reminded me of Ciel. I staggered back, hitting my bedpost. It wasn't that he was some demon that looked like Ciel. No, this one really looked like him. I convinced myself it was Ciel before Grell came back.

"Who was it, Grell?" I asked when he walked into the room.

He looked up to me. His eyes shining above his red-framed glasses. "Oh," he said as if it was all coming back to him. "It was a wrong address. Wrong delivery."

He ended it there. He looked completely normal. If he gave that person a near death experience, there would have been a smile on his face. This time was completely blank. I stared at him. There was something on his mind. Before I could say anything, he asked, "Would you leave here forever if asked?"