Flame (Sequel to Green Eyes)

chapter eleven

An exasperated sigh tumbles from William's lips as he watches Grell launch off the stairs, brandishing his chainsaw wildly. Eric slides down the banister, death scythe in hand. Tightening his grip on his hedge clipper death scythe, William leaps over the banister, landing firmly on the ground. Already, Grell is swinging his death scythe carelessly through the air and William sighs once more: Grell's attacks are sloppy and predictable; there is no obvious effect on the demon. His nose wrinkles and he curls his lips in disgust. Demons are such revolting creatures, a black stain on the Earth. And like stains, they are hard to get rid of. Somehow, the demon has gotten hold of a small blade, the silver: deadly and gleaming.

With a high animal cry, the demon's hand flies out, his long, spindly fingers locking around Grell's coat, the tip of the blade resting just below the red head's collar bone. Ignoring the blade, the red head glares at the demon before bringing his chainsaw down, severing off the demon's hand. It falls to the ground, twitching in a pool of forming blood, the blade falling beside it. William can feel droplets of scarlet fluid spraying his face.

"My beautiful coat!" Grell whines, frantically wiping the blood off his crimson jacket. He furrows his brows, his glare toward the demon

darkening, "Nobody messes with my coat."

The demon only gazes at the stump where his hand was moments earlier, his eyes flashing with bitter amusement. The blood is practically gushing from the wound, snaking down his arm in little streams. William notices that the demon's blood is more vibrant of a red than a human's blood will ever be.

"That really hurt my feelings." The demon says and Eric snorts. The demon doesn't acknowledge him, his attention focused on Grell.

"Does it look like I care?" Grell asks, "Because I really don't." As the demon advances on Grell, a blade sings through the air, embedding itself into the demon's shoulder. The creature howls angrily, and William throws a surprised glance over his shoulder.

"I thought you left." He says, adjusting his rectangular glasses. The demon blood is running across the floor, soaking his shoes. Ronald flashes William a quick grin, his bright eyes sparkling, and William pulls his lips into a thin line; what could possibly make Ronald so happy at a time like this?

"Ronnie darling!" Grell's eyes widen, "Where's your lover?" Ronald flushes, his gaze turning from William to Grell.

"Safe." He replies, his eyes flitting to the demon. He doesn't appear surprised that the demon is missing a hand, nor does he appear disgusted toward the decapitated hand on the floor. Damon is glowering angrily at the blonde reaper, his lips curling back. Ronald mirrors him mockingly before smiling,  "Looks like you need a hand." Ronald says. His grin turns cocky and William lifts his fingers to his temples.

"Ha ha." The demon spits out, "Very funny. I'm laughing so hard." With his remaining hand, he yanks the blade out of his shoulder, crimson fluid tricking from the wound. With a flick of his wrist, he flings the blade through the air and it strikes the wall mere inches away from Ronald's face.

"But my coat!" Grell wails and William shoots him a glare, "William darling, my coat is ruined!"

"Forget the coat." Eric hisses and Grell pulls his lips into a pout.

"How rude. Must you talk to a lady in that manner Eric Slingby?"

"You are a man." William says, ignoring the shocked expression crossing Grell's face. He lifts his arm, pointing his death scythe at the demon, "I apologize for my co-worker's foolishness. Shall we continue?" The corner of the demon's lips curl upwards, and William gives an inward shudder; demons are revolting.

"Gladly." Instead of attacking as expected, the demon spins on his heels, bolting out of the room.

"Coward!" Eric bellows, racing after him.

"I will avenge my coat!" Grell takes off after Eric, wobbling slightly on his heels. William furrows his brows; something isn't right with this scenario.

On cue, there is a crash and flames fly into the room.

The heat from the flames scorches Ciel's delicate skin as he flings open the door of the carriage, his feet landing on a slightly worn down dirt path. A cloud of dust rises, blending with the ash dusting the ground. Sebastian strides over to his side, gazing worriedly at the blaze.

"It appears as if we are too late Young Master." He says, with not a shard of sympathy in his voice.

"Nonsense." Ciel squints through the smoke, catching a quick glimpse of flames. The sound of shouting can be heard through the crackling wood, "There are people in there and you shall save them." His concealed eye begins to sting as their contract takes effect, "It is an order Sebastian, do it now." Sebastian drops into a bow, his hand resting upon his breast.

"Yes, my Lord." Sebastian disappears, almost as if blinking out of existence between one second and the next. With an irritated huff Ciel leans against the carriage, crossing his thin arms over his chest. The fire has spread to the back of the building, and Ciel can hear the shouts slowly diminish, one after the other. Unable to continue watching the fire eat away at the building, Ciel drops his eyelids shut. The flickering light  provided by the flames dance behind his closed eyelids.

"No! Put me down!" Opening his eye a fraction of an inch, Ciel watches idly as Sebastian strides over to him, Amber carelessly tossed over his shoulder. She is screaming and kicking, her arms smacking the demon's back repeatedly, "Put me down!" Stepping aside, Ciel watches as Sebastian flings open the door to the carriage, tossing the hyperventilating girl inside. Sebastian then lifts the Earl inside gently, his skin cold despite the fact that he was just in a burning building. His hair is flecked with ash, and soot smears his porcelain cheeks.

"Do try to calm her down my Lord." Sebastian says, his tone mild, "I have attempted but alas, it was in vain." The door slides shut and with a sigh, Ciel lowers himself beside Amber. Her screaming and shouting has ceased, her form languish. She sinks into her seat, her grey irises focused onto the ceiling. There is a tense silence and Ciel can feel the pressure in her ears. With a clatter, the carriage lurches forward, the horses eager to escape the blaze.

"Stop!" Ciel leaps from his seat as Amber smacks her fist against the window frantically, tears pooling up in her eyes, "Sebastian, stop! Ciel, make him stop!" Amber turns to him with pleading eyes and Ciel can feel a crushing wave of guilt wash over him. He doesn't even need to ask why she is so distressed because he already knows.

Ronald is still in the building.

Sorry for the cliffhanger but I am going to have a busy(ish) afternoon and I don't know if I will get the chance to update later (But I'm being so evil today leaving you all like that!)

Thanks for waiting and the next update will be posed soon...promise! Sorry if there are any typos and shizz, as I said, I'm going to be busy so I didn't get a chance to check my stuff.

Poor Ramber T.T getting torn apart yet again. And all because of that stupid Damon...

Thorns of Death will still be updated so tune in next time for more Ramber and whatever Eric and Anna's ship name is. (Geez, I sound like a t.v. announcer -.-)

Sorry for the long author's note and if I bored you with my me-ness.

comment/vote and keep reading!!!!!!!!!

^.^

TheAngelOfMusic27

p.s. Oh yeah, my younger bro got wattpad and if you can, please follow him @SuperBoy2001