𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓹 || sebastian michaelis x reader

『Chapter 38』

The next morning came, and of course, Finny was the first to find his body as planned. Each servant was given duties from Sebastian so they could have an alibi. If anyone you were worried about was you. If anyone saw you wandering off the night, you would be the main suspect.

You pushed through the crowd, trying to get in the scene. "What do we tell the young master?" Meyrin cried out, holding up her glasses. You swore you had never seen Meyrin and Finnian so devastated. At the end of the hall, you saw Ciel running down to you. He gave you a look as you gave him a nod.

"Young master..."

His eyes widened as he slowly stepped inside. He approached Sebastian but Meyrin held him back, trying to stop him. Ciel refused and tried to get away. Finny blocked his path but Ciel managed to pushed them both.

"Sebastian... how long are going to be like that?" Ciel mumbled, looking down at Sebastian. He pulled the rake out of Sebastian as he then sat on top of him. "This is an order! Sebastian, get up this instant!" He began to pull his shirt and slapping him multiple times. Before he could land another hit, Bard gripped his wrist in the air. "Young master... Give it a rest will you?"

"He's already... dead." Bard continued, facing away. Ciel turned back to Sebastian, he muttered something into his ear that he could only hear. "It will probably be better if we move him," Bard said while he walked up to you. "This is... Tragic..." You muttered, playing along. You put a hand to Finny, attempting to soothe him. Meyrin struggled to keep Ciel calm in her grip. Ciel yanked the Phantomhive pin from Sebastian's coat as Arthur began his investigation.

"There are signs of trauma in his head. He might have been hit from behind." Arthur said, checking his head. You stepped up, continuing his words, "But that didn't work so the culprit tried again,"

"We can't stand around this corpse forever," Grey spoke up. You glanced at him, thinking how good his acting was.

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By now, everyone was gathered in the dining hall. Only, one seat was empty. Mr. Phelps was missing. Arthur stood up and suggested to check on him. You pondered, your mind racing in places. "This wasn't in the plan..." You muttered to yourself.

When everyone got to Ciel's bedroom Arthur tried to open the door, only to find it was locked. "Locked! Where's the key?!" Arthur shouted, staring back at Ciel. "Sebastian held the key to my room. Now that he's dead, I don't even know where it is." Ciel answered. You let out a sigh, tired of all the murder going on.

"So how are we--"

"Just bash it open," You said, twisting the door know a few more times before you kicked it open. You turned around, seeing them all wide-eyed. "What? You think such a girl like me can't do something as little as this?"

"Hurry up with it then. I haven't had my dessert yet." Gray mumbled with a fork in his mouth, his hand holding a plate of dishes. One by one, they stepped in. "I could've done that myself, missy. But I'm glad I held back, I get to see you do it. Wicked!" Gray sauntered close to you, whispering in your ear. "You know, when this is all over, how bout I take you out, aye?" You internally groaned and walked away, not wanting to deal with him any longer.

"Mr. Phelps!!" Arthur yelled out barging into Ciel's room. He stopped when he saw Mr. Phelps lying on the floor, lifeless.

Only, you didn't see this one coming.

After Arthur examined Patrick's body, he found two small puncture wounds on his neck. Arthur said they could have been stab wounds or an injection of poison. He then stated that two puncture marks to the neck are similar to the bite of Carmilla the vampire, but of course, it would be ridiculous and unscientific to suggest it. He then noticed that the clock beside was on the ground and broken. The clock said 2:38, suggesting Patrick' time of death