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

Chapter 10

(Sorry for not posting this sooner, everyone. I told myself I was waiting on more comments, but I think the real reason was I'm scared for my life about this update. Just don't kill me or curse me in the comments, and I'll give you the next chapter tomorrow. Love you all!)

Finny gave me a look of confusion. "Why would he be here? And why would he be after you?"

I shrugged. "He's one of those people that-"

The man, still standing by the door, cut me off. "I'll fill him in once your dead, alright? I'll make sure your boyfriend over there gets a full explanation."

"He's not my-"

"Does that really matter right now?" Finny asked. "Let him think what he wants, and then get rid of him."

"Finny, you can't get rid of him. He has weapons hidden under his coat." Then a thought occurred to me. "How did you get here, anyway?"

"I have my connections."

"Okay, is that the same reason you knew I would be here?"

He nodded.

"What would you do if Maria walked through the door right now?"

"Kill both of you and then walk away."

"What if it was my father?"

"I guess I would have to kill him first."

"I doubt you would be capable of that."

Finny interrupted the conversation. "Is this what went down last time he tried to kill you?"

I thought for a moment, then shook my head.

"Then why is it happening now?"

I shrugged.

Maria's ex pulled out his sword. It shined in the light, and was still stained with my blood from the last time we'd met.

Showing fear got me almost killed last time. I stood on the bed, Finny staring at me. I stared the man down, and he looked shocked by my sudden change.

"Playing tough won't save you."

"I'm aware." I said.

"Then why not just give up now?"

"Because there wouldn't be any fun in that." I was doing a pretty good job masking my fear, but I knew Finny could tell I was scared out of my mind. My hands and knees were shaking, and I knew I would be no match for the man in front of me in my condition; weak from fear and a dying half of me.