Her Demon, His Demon, and the Story of Us - A Black Butler Fanfic

His Pet, Sick

"What's this?"

"That's not Eve's voice, who are you?"

"-this instant, creature! You may-"

"-o Lord Satan, if you-"

"Eve, wake up quickly."

"-n order."

"Let her eat!"

I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling sick. My body felt dizzy with fever and the world spun around me. A sudden wave of nausea came over me and I lurched out of bed, running out of my bed and toward the hall, clutching the rail for balance. Darkness crept into my vision and I tried to fight it, off, to push it back, but I wound up collapsing to the floor, hitting a small table on the way. A loud crash sounded as a vase on that table fell to the ground, shattering instantly, its glass pieces bouncing across the carpet. I let out a haggard breath, my ears now ringing as well, as I tried to pull myself up onto my hands and knees. 

Squinting to try and fix my vision, I crawled forward, a glass shard impaling my hand. So consumed by whatever fever I had, I barely felt the sting, and kept going, piercing my skin with even more glass as I tried to get to the bathroom. My blood dripped out of my hands, smattering across the floor as I pushed forward.

I felt a rush of wind and suddenly I was nestled against somebody's warm chest. I dizzily squinted up, trying to see who it was, but the world and the darkness invading my vision made it too hard to see. Another wave of intense nausea hit me and I quickly turned my head away, block vomit erupting from my throat. It burned, horribly, on top of every other unpleasant sensation I was feeling at the moment.

"Wgit ha kot shae," I heard somebody say something, but I couldn't make it out. My ears buzzed terribly. I coughed, more black liquid coming up and out of my mouth. I faintly remembered Sebastian mentioning blood poisoning. Was that what this was?

I reached my hand up, weakly wiping the black blood off my lips before looking up at the warm individual, "What's wrong wi-"

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When I came too again, my head pounded terribly and my body burned. Literally burned. My torso and back felt like they were on fire, and my fingertips felt as if they were about to fall off. My legs burned in patches here and there, pulsing with heat. I swore that I smelt burning flesh and tried to move my hand so that I could plug my nose, but I couldn't. I wiggled them both, only to feel them both strapped down by something. I tried to open my eyes, but saw nothing except darkness.

"Is anyone there?" I asked aloud, but my voice so scratchy and hoarse that it came out as more of a, "Iz aahyun air?"

I felt a cool rag being pressed to my forehead, "Just stay silent, Eve." It was Sebastian.

I felt the corners of my mouth pull down in a frown.

"You were poisoned by my blood," he started, "Only a little bit though. Just move your lips to talk. No actual talking."

This was a little bit? Then what the hell happens with a lot a bit?!

"The burns you're feeling are literal burns on your skin. Demon blood burns human bodies, destroying them from the inside out. It's reserved as quite the effective torture tool in Hell. The natural fever element that humans have is amplified by a thousand times, and it the burning can last for days, if even the smallest drop is put on their skin."