Her Butler

Her Butler, Guardian

A smirk appears on Sebastian’s lips. “Very good, my lady.”

     “Do it now!” I practically yell. Helena screams from the other room, and I snap. Sebastian, bowing, sees my fury and turns to the men, an evil grin appearing. The men fire at us, and I close my eyes, not wanting to see my death, expecting to be hit. But then strangled yelps from the attackers make me open my eyes.

     Sebastian has caught all the bullets in midair, and throws them back at the men. They all fall, dead.

     “Go get Helena!” I demand furiously, as she continues screaming.

     Sebastian disappears. I sink to the floor, grateful for its coolness after the last few minutes.

     That’s when the tears start falling. I sob, because of almost everything. Nearly dying, my first passionate kiss, making a deadly contract with the demon I kissed, and so on.

     A noise makes me look up. A knife is coming towards me, and I just stare at it, frozen. Not in fear, but in shock. Then my instincts kick in, and I move my head, but it creates a bloody slash across my cheekbone. Immediately, I try to touch the cut, but the chains prevent me. Damn, I forgot the bloody bastards had chained me.

     “Terribly sorry, but I can’t let you live now that you’ve harmed my mistress,” a voice says. I look up as my butler picks up the knife from behind me, also catching the bullet from the man that followed him, and kills each with their respective weapon. The lifeblood leaves both, their bodies going slack.

     I stand up, my eyes scanning the room for any sign of Helena. “Where is Helena? Sebastian, take me to her!”

    Sebastian smirks, and nods. “Yes, my lady.” He walks over to the leader’s son’s body, and picks up the keys. I hold out my hands for him to unlock, and he kneels. The chains fall to the floor. I try to take a step, and Sebastian has to catch me.

     “Careful, my lady.” He says. I sigh.

     “Sebastian, just take me to my sister. Please.”

     He seems surprised by my words, but he kneels. “Yes, my lady.”

     “Thank you,” I say quietly.

     He picks me up bridal style, and I immediately protest, mostly out of surprise. “What the hell are you doing!”

     “Taking you to Helena, my lady,” he replies, a glint in his eyes.

     “I didn’t want to be carried,” I grumble, but let him carry me.

     “You are still too weak, my lady.”

     My body tenses at his words, and also because he has diverted the subject from what he knows is my real question. That means something has happened.

     “Relax yourself, my Young Mistress,” Sebastian says softly. “There is nothing to worry about.” 

    Despite my reservations, I obey. Funny. The mistress obeying the butler’s instructions, in something other then what it would normally be like. But I don’t mind, because I trust him. He has no reason to hurt me, because once this is all over, he can devour my soul.

     My eyes close.

“My lady, we’re here.”

     I open my eyes, startled. The first thing I see are red eyes. He smiles ever so slightly, and says, “You were asleep, my lady.”

     I idly reach up and brush a strand of black hair from his face. His expression registers surprise and hesitation.

     “Oh, god. I’m sorry, Sebastian,” I say, my eyes wide with embarrassment.

     “Not at all, my lady. It’s... fine.” He says slowly, some emotion I do not know appearing in his eyes. Our eyes meet and we stay like this, him holding me, and I resting, safely, in his arms.

     But then Sebastian breaks out of the trance that I happen to still be caught in, and his expression becomes grim. “Prepare yourself, my lady.”

     “What is it, Sebastian?” I demand. “Don’t lie to me.”

     “You won’t like the sight, Young Mistress,” he informs me.

     I close my eyes, biting back the fear that is trying to consume me. “Put me down, Sebastian.”

     “You are still very weak–” he begins.

     “Put me down.” I insist venomously. Whatever is in that room, I need to be standing. If it is truly horrible, I can use a wall for support. 

     “Very well, Mistress,” he agrees. I am placed onto the ground.

     “My lady is fine,” I interrupt. “Or... whatever you prefer.”

     “May I call you Alex?”

     “Um... sure.” I agree.

     “Lady Alex, you may want to hold onto something.”

     I grab onto his gloved hand. “Just show me,” I whisper. I think something in Sebastian’s tone lets me know it won’t be good.

     Sebastian opens the door with his free hand. I let out a muffled cry from behind my hand, as I see Helena’s body, covered with white roses. The room is splattered with blood, evidence of multiple killings, but there is no other body besides my younger sister’s. The flowers are a stark contrast to the blood, white against crimson. It sickens me. I never want to see a sight like this in my lifetime, ever again. If I do, I may break. Permanently.

     I fall to my knees, trying to let go of Sebastian’s hand, but his gloved hand keeps holding onto mine, refusing to let go, even as he stands beside me, a silent presence. And it is what I need to realise everything, to take in what has happened and what is about to take place.

     Everything I have is gone. All the men that hurt my family are dead. My family, is dead. Nothing is here for me anymore.

     Nothing. . . The word repeats itself over and over in my mind.

     Sebastian can have his meal now.

     I look up at him. “Sebastian.” I command in a low tone. “Look at me.”

     His red gaze locks onto me. “Lady Alex?”

     “What are you waiting for? Our contract is fulfilled. You can take me now. You can eat my soul, do what you want with my body, anything you like.”

     Sebastian kneels beside me. “Not yet, Lady Alexandria Rebecka Phantomhive.”

     “But why not?” I whisper, tears burning in my eyes.

     “Our contract is not fulfilled. And besides, thirteen is too young for sex. But I do look forward to your sixteenth birthday, my lady. That was a big promise to make.” A smirk crosses Sebastian’s lips.

     That’s when a thought, one that has been pestering me ever since I saw and entered the room, finally hits me. “Where did all the roses come from, Sebastian?”

     “You seem to like saying my name,” he comments.

     “Shut up and answer the damned question.”

     And in that moment, as he laughs softly and answers, my heart becomes cold. Ice-cold and ice-hard. There must be more killers out there, and I will hunt them down until it is time for Sebastian to take my soul. I will not let my family die in vain.

     My butler’s eyes gleam. “Lady Alex, I am simply one hell of a butler. If I couldn’t provide roses for the body, what kind of a Phantomhive butler would I be?”