~Her Butler, Amused~
“No! T-They can’t be dead! That’s not possible!” My younger self screamed, crying.
“They’re gone…. It can’t be helped.” The Scotland Yard officer said, patting me on the shoulder.
“Don’t you DARE touch me.” I growled, stepping away and running off to the nearest ally.
I collapsed, hands over my face, sobs coursing through my body. “W-Whoever made them die… Whoever had a hand in killing them….” I gripped my hair, and a scream ripped through me and bounced off the walls of the buildings surrounding me.
Suddenly, the lights grew dim, and I was in a different place. “Well then… Aren’t you talented, young one.”
“Who are you?!” I screamed, jumping to my feet and balling my fists up.
“I’m willing to make a contract to help you reach your goal to kill the person who killed your beloved parents. Is that not what you want?” The being in front of me asked, and my eyes widened.
“W-Well… That’s n-not all…”
“What else then?”
I looked at the figureless being, determination in my eyes. “I want power. I want to be powerful. I want to be more powerful than whoever killed my parents--- I don’t want to be weak.” I growled, clenching my teeth.
“Then it’s done. Our contract is final--- in the end, I will consume your soul.”
After a few seconds, I agreed. “Fine.”
He stepped forward and took my hand in his, and finally, I could make out his eyes.
Violently bright green, with slits for pupils.
Razor sharp teeth that could bite through my small frame in a single chomp.
“Give me your hand.” He said, his voice like a thousand knives digging into me.
“W-Why!?” I screamed, holding my hand away from him.
“To form the contract symbol.” He replied, and yanked my hand forward and opened my hand up, pressing out hands together.
A blood curdling scream rattled out of me as the contract symbol was formed---
I bolted straight up in my bed, pushing my hair out of my face as I took note that the nightmare wasn’t only a nightmare--- it had actually happened.
Slowly, I raised my left hand, my eyes resting on the demonic contract symbol that had taken form there.
I clenched my fist, closing my eyes tightly.
“M’lady? Are you awake?” Chesphire said from outside my door.
I looked at the door, putting my fist down onto the comforter. “Yes…. Yes Chesphire, I am.” I replied, sighing shakily. I swung my legs off the side of the bed and stood up, stretching.
Chesphire came in, holding a tray with tea and scones on it. “Here you are m’lady, your morning tea.” Chesphire said.
I sat down on my window seat. “Thank you Chesphire.” I replied, still rattled by the nightmare. He sat down the tray on the table next to me, watching me, his green eyes on me.
I shifted, uncomfortable under his gaze.
“M’lady…. This is not how the contract works.” Chesphire said, his voice dark, dangerous.
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If God Has Forsaken Me
ФанфикCharlotte Price, the adoptive Princess of England. She's gone through quite a lot in her lifetime-- and now, a new chapter of her life is about to unfold. After Earl Ciel Phantomhive decides that he wants to know more about her. What will happen as...
