Save Me From the Numbness

Everything you're expecting of me

        Sebastian's POV

        I sighed. This was it, and I was hoping like hell I wasn't going to screw it up. I had barely gotten him to agree to the ritual in the first place. Either way, I was only getting one chance.                                              Eveything was in perfect order, set up exactly as instructed. The last bit of lime in place, we sat facing each other. The square was much larger than I had expected. I gazed into his eyes, and took a deep breath. We were ready. I closed my eyes and began speaking the words, the old demonic language flowing off of my tongue. I realized that there was no reason to have memorized the spell, it seemed to just flow right from my mouth. I gasped as I felt the temperature plummet, the air in the room seeming to freeze. I felt my hand being yanked forward, a blade slicing across the palm. I watched as a single drop of blood fell into the dark water, and saw the same happen to the Young Master.The blood seemed to blend perfeclty, and I could nearly taste the crimson- black delicacy. I reapeted the spell once, twice. I screamed the words that tore through my throat. And just like that, it was over. But, the poison- it hadn't transferred. I could still sense it in his blood. Why hadn't it worked?           But then, I saw it. It was like the darkness of the toxin was there, all of it- I blushed. It was like it had all formed a dark haze inside of his mouth. And then I understood. In order to transfer the poison to my, I- we- had to... kiss. My blush darkened. I truly hoped Master would understand.....                                                                                                                                                        I leaned forward, gently caressing his cheek. I softly pressed his lips to mine, moving my hand to the back of his head and letting my eyes fall shut. He- He tasted savory and sweet, fresh and warm. I let out and involuntary moan, hoping this would not be the last time I had this experience.                                                                                                                                                                         But all too soon, it was over. A sharp, sour taste invaded my mouth, and a liquid seeped into my lungs. I gasped as a darkness overcame me, filling every pore in my body, every crevice in my mind. I  let my hand drop, but I couldn't move, couldn't make a sound, not even to cry out in pain. Wh-What was this? I-I never feel pain, but this, this could only be described as the most intense agony... I was forced to the cold floor, now far away from the young earl. My last sight was his peaceful smile.........

Hey guys, sorry about the short chapter, but I had to leave you in SOME suspense ;)