Lost Soul

Competition

Pic on the side is Elijah...idk why I haven't posted one before now...

Celine was curled up in a ball; with silent tears streaming down her porcelain face. The candle light enhanced the dark circles under her eyes and the small scars on her body. She clutched her bloody arms to her chest, and the smell of blood permeated through the air.

Sebastian answered the front door, and saw Ash and Elijah glaring at him. Elijah had abandoned his dusty clothing and glasses for an evening suit.

"I assume you're here for Lady Celine? She's up stairs in her room." He led the pair upstairs, and knocked on the white door softly. "Lady Celine?" The group waited for an answer in silence. Elijah tapped his foot impatiently, threw open the door, and walked in. The smell of her peony petal and vanilla blood filled his nostrils, and Elijah's eyes burned their demonic fuchsia. Ash shoved him back roughly against the wall, his lavender eyes burning. He waited until Elijah's eyes stopped burning, and let go. Ash walked in first, and looked at Celine.

"It's her arm." He said, almost like a question. Elijah rushed forward, and picked up her bloody arm.

"Dammit! She's doing it again." He growled.

"Doing what again?" Sebastian inquired, staying outside of the room.

"Cutting her arms. She said she'd stop." Elijah pulled the pillow out from under her head.

"What're you doing that for? You're going to wake her, you know." Ash smirked, and closed Celine's trunk.

"Good. That's what I'm aiming for." He muttered gruffly, before yanking the blankets out from underneath Celine. She fell to the floor with a squeal.

"What the Hell?" Sebastian laughed, but covered it with a cough. She stood up, and rubbed her eyes.

"Celine, no swearing." Ash reprimanded, earning a snort from Elijah.

"Yeah Celine, no swearing." Celine put her hands on her hips, and glared at him.

"I don't remember asking for your input."

"Can you stop being so loud? Some of us have better things to do than quarrel." Ciel muttered, standing in the hallway.

"Where's Soma and Agni?" Ciel's eye twitched.

"They left to go look for Meena." He replied curtly. Celine smirked.

"Did they leave or did they diss you?"

"Tch. Why does it matter, they dissed you too." He countered.

"No. I made them leave."

"Stop fighting like children. Celine, let's go. We're going to have a talk when we get back." Elijah grabbed Celine's arm, and led her out of the townhouse.

"Let go, Elijah!" She tried to pull away, but he was too strong. He let go when they arrived at the carriage.

"You promised that you would stop. Why did you lie?" He pulled her around so that they were looking into each other's eyes.

"I tried, alright!"

"Liar!" Elijah bellowed, but Celine brushed it off.

"I prefer to think that I'm a liar in a way that's uniquely my own." She spat, and shoved past Elijah. He stood there, shock rolling off of him like waves. "Are you coming or not?" She climbed into the awaiting carriage, and turned away from him. He got in to the carriage, sat across from Celine, and stared out the window. Ash flicked the reins, and drove towards the manor.

---Two days later---

Celine begrudgingly rolled out of bed, and bathed. Ambrosia was with her mother in Paris still, so a younger and new maid helped her get dressed. Ash had been teacher to mimic her mother's voice.