Once Upon A Dream *Sebastian Michaelis* (Black Butler Fanfiction)

Chapter IX

 

 

We sat in Ciel’s study, the two males waiting for me to speak. I stared at the floor and sighed, contemplating how to begin.

“Once upon a dream… Claude and I had been close… as close as demons can get,” I began.

“Mates?” Sebastian spoke coldly, his eyes narrowed.

“Not quite,” I replied, “We were to be mates… but Claude… left.”

I sigh then, “He preferred his cultivating of souls to wasting time with a petty mate,” I smile emotionlessly.

“You see… I had always thought that every creature… deep down… has some form of compassion. Even demons are supposed to show compassion to their mates, not just their meals,” I scowl, “But I was wrong. Claude had just used me to get more souls…” I stare off for a while.

Turning my gaze to them, I see they both hold contemplative gazes, but don’t say a thing.

“Well… if we’re done here…” I say and begin to leave.

“Mates for demons are lifelong commitments… to back out of a mating ritual is…unheard of,” Sebastian states, his eyes clouded with anger.

“Not unheard of,” I smile coldly, “Just rare.”

I step towards the doorway.

“I’ve come to the conclusion that demons are lying, foul beings… who can’t feel even a shred of compassion… disloyal, uncaring…” I trail off, and then realize that I’d been babbling out my thoughts.

I blink in confusion at myself, and then exit quietly. 

Frost and Forrest seemingly come out of nowhere and walk beside me, mewing away urgently.

“What is it darlings?” I ask them softly.

The continue to mew, and then pad quickly in front of me looking back and indicating for me to follow.

I speed up my pace; they lead me to the back door that leads to the stables. They paw at the door, and mew louder. I open it and they dart out once the door is opened just a sliver. I jog behind them, and almost immediately the scent of blood hits my nostrils

The horses are whinnying and stamping their hooves within the stables. I quickly unlatch the wooden door and step inside. The horses remained disgruntled and continue stamping. I gaze around but can’t see any indication as to why they’re acting like this.

I slowly make my way towards the hay pile that I’d left Ash in. My stomach plummets, as I find nothing.

I run outside, and follow the strengthening scent of blood. It leads to the outward wall at the far side of the barn. I freeze as the bloodied creature comes into view.

A knife protrudes from the worn out wooden wall, dug deeply into the scruff of a kitten. A note is stuck to the wall along with the small ball of fur. I tremble as I reach out and take the note, then displace the knife and through it to the ground as I catch the small bundle.

Small patches of grey show through the reddening fur.

“…Ash…. Innocent, innocent Ash,” I mumble to myself as I hold the cold ball of fur against me.

My eyes are dry, though my emotions pool within me like rapids on a stormy day as I read the words scrawled across the dry parchment.

‘The game has only just begun.’