A Demon's Love.

Morning Secret's.

I awoke to the sound of heavy puffs of air emitting from someone's mouth, and with a hazy half asleep gaze I noticed that the light snoring was coming from Ciel, who sat on a wing-back chair near the edge of my hotels bed. His arms sprawled out over the mattress, his body in a hunched position. His head was nuzzled in the crook of his arm, and he was soundly asleep. 

Opalescent sun rays flooded in through the half drawn drapes, casting a creamy prismatic glow throughout my suite. A few stray beams reflecting against Ciel's slumbering expression, making a faint smile etch across my face as I stared down at the navy haired boy whom I had grown to be rather fond of. 

Gently, I patted his head, sweeping a few of his midnight blue tresses off from his forehead, keeping the pieces away from irritating his closed eyes. 

He was still clad in his long white nightshirt even though it was now almost 10 in the morning, and usually he awoke most definitely by 7. 

I couldn't help but be tickled with happiness, and relief for maybe Ciel actually got a good nights sleep for once. 

My outstretched fingers found their way to his soft azure strands yet again, and dotingly I weaved my hands through his unruly bedhead. 

I never got to have a normal human life, so I didn't get a chance to do any of the usual things that I as a woman would of done. Like marry someone, and eventually have children of my own, but I couldn't help the natural motherly side of my self inch its way out whenever I was with Ciel. 

Stroking his cheek tenderly I wrapped my blanket around his shoulders, engulfing him in the warmth that I had previously soaked into the fabric. 

His shivering coming to an end, making me glad. 

After a few minutes of watching the grand clock tick away I remained in bed, not wanting to leave him alone until he awoke himself. 

Though soon I heard a light shifting sound come from the dozed off boy beside me, so quickly I shut my eyes again, feigning that I was still asleep. 

I knew that Ciel would most likely be embarrassed if he found out that I knew he had slept beside me, so for his sake I didn't let him know that I was indeed awake. 

I listened as Ciel extended his arms out above him, a couple of soft cracks exhaling out from his stiff bones. 

A muffled yawn escaped out from his mouth, and with a creak of the wing-back chair, that he had donned as a bed for the night, he stood up. 

Sweeping the blanket that I had previously wrapped around him, he rested it back on top of me, making me smile in my pretend asleep state. 

"Ciel really is sweet when he wants to be." I thought to myself. 

I heard him shuffle towards the a-joining door between my suite, and his, and once his small frame dwindled away into his own chambers followed by the sound of the door "click" shut that's when I cracked my eyes back open. 

I strolled around the creaky old floorboards to the tarnished emerald vanity mirror that was positioned in between the large windowpanes. 

In front of the mirror I grazed the pads of my fingers along the two wounds that once were inlaid over my cheek, and neck, noticing that they were gone now, healed up completely. 

Soon Sebastian came into my room, garbed back in his butlers tailcoat, his Masquerade mask no longer veiled across his pale features. 

I cloaked myself in my silk shawl, letting it conceal my white negligee as I turned around to face the handsome servant. 

Instantly I saw a crystal wine glass set on top of the polished silver tray in his hand. The translucent, glinting flute brimming with a dark amethystine liquid. 

"I assume that you won't drink this, but I shall offer it to you anyway." Sebastian deemed, lifting up the pristine glass by its stem, and setting it down beside me on the surface of the dressing table. 

The familiar scent wafted into my nose, the robust metallic blood smell caging into my lungs. 

My eyes flickered crimson momentarily, and I realized just how weak, and lacerated I felt inside. 

Amply, I took it, just to throw him off, and finished off his blood in one swig. 

A thin glaze of the pomegranate hued drink ringed around my red lips, and I licked the residue off from around my mouth with my tongue, noticing how surprised Sebastian was. 

"Are you alright now?" 

"Yes, I am just fine," I told him, the sensation of his blood still peppering over my taste-buds. "By the way, how long was Ciel with me?" 

"When we arrived back to the Hotel d'Alsace you had fallen asleep in my arms, and my master was quite worried about you," Sebastian expounded, his posture prim, and proper. "He took to sitting beside you bed until you woke up, but then he drifted off to sleep himself. 

"So, Ciel really was here all night?" I gushed in my head. "How cute."   

"Also, we will be leaving Paris later this afternoon. My master just has to finish up a couple of business endeavors first. I'll have Mey-Rin come up to your room in a few minutes to help you pack." Sebastian illustrated, acting like a flawless butler, letting no lingering personal feelings roll off his tongue, or tarnish his exceptional persona. 

Though before he could walk away I stopped him, gently brushing my hand against his, shattering a portion of that faultless exemplary guise of his. 

"Thank you for last night, Sebastian, and thank you for never viewing me as a monster." I truthfully said, probably one of the scant few kind things that I have said to him since we reunited, which stunned the tall Demon to say the least. 

A tender, loving look weaved across his countenance, and his ruby almond shaped hues stared down at me with longing, him not needing to say anything as an answer to my words. 

Instead, he just entangled his fingers around mine, and kissed the top of my hand before reluctantly leaving. 

After he exited the room my face grew more grim as I strode over towards the walnut shaded dresser, and I wrapped my palm around the oblong brass handle, sliding open the very last drawer. 

Inside, swathed in a blush colored batiste scarf was Ash Landers rapier sword. 

Emptily, I fiddled with the golden tassel on the handle, my eyes clouded in grief. 

I now had a plan, a secret which lurked deep within my mind. Undertaker's subtle confusing words from awhile ago now making sense, the hazy wisps of confusion now dissipating, leaving one clear answer. 

I now knew what I had to do in order to die, and I had now conceived such an elaborate trick, a shady scheme for my death to happen, and yet... I couldn't help but feel the tiniest little bit of remorse, and penitence of my soon to be unethical ruse. 

For my thoughts kept deviating towards Ciel... I'd have to leave Ciel despite loving him so much, and only wanting the best for him. I knew I couldn't stay just because of him, but still... That ominous guilt of mine wont stray, it'll stay cased around me, buried in my mind until the very last moment...