Bring Me Home

Chapter Six: Nightmares and Dance Parties

Present Day
My nightmare was dark again. I was surrounded by blood, yet none of it was mine. Then I heard the moaning coming from the distance. Candles lite up by themselves in the distance anc that is where I saw it. Rows of coffins lines the walls, yet they all laid bare. Not a body in sight. At least not at first.
“Gabby.” I heard someone moan my name. I whipped my body to look behind me and no one was there. I had to calm down. My breathing was starting to get heavy and I knew I was starting to get scared. If I was not careful, I was going to hyperventilate and pass out surrounded by who knows what.
“Gabriella.” A mans voice moaned next. The voice was familiar, yet all I wanted to do was run. “Come back.” It said. “Come home.” I knew I was in trouble then. I didn’t care at that point. I started to run. I ran as fast as I could down a twisted hallway I did not know. I tried to move fast, yet it felt like I was going at a snails pace. As the light grew brighter, I began to see them.
The eyes so pale it was like looking I was staring into holes of nothing. Skin so grey it looked as if his flesh was melting away. I knew who he was, the man who called my name and stood in front of the rest, when I took my first glance at him. He looked so real, yet he looked as if he would fade away if I did not keep eye contact. I was holding my breath, still working on believing what I was seeing.
“Daddy?” I whispered, too afraid of my own voice at the time. His smile took me back, still perfect white smile under the grey skin and dead eyes. No, my mind said, yet my feet began to move towards him.
“Why do you run from me, child?” H e asked me, even in a low moan, his accent was still there. “Why do you run?” The he began to glow, a light flowing around him like a cloud. His eyes returned to the golden brown they once held. His skin went from grey back to the white, and his hair shinned like it did in life. It was like he was really there, standing tall and proud in front of the rest of the undead behind him. He put his arms out, ready to receive me in a tight imbrace once more. “Come home.” His voice sounded normal again. I stopped, just a couple feet from him, tears now coming out from my eyes, ones that I had been holding back since I first saw him.
“I can’t.” I cried. He looked at me in question and frowned.
“Why not?” He asked. I closed my eyes and shook my head.
“Because you aren’t real.” I started to sob. I didn’t know why. I did not really know this man from my dreams and yet I did. This cannot be real. “As much as I want you to be.” I found myself wishing. Really wanting it in my heart. “You aren’t real. You aren’t real. You cannot be real.” I squeezed my eyes closed and found myself willing the dream away, until it all faded into nothingness and I found myself waking up in my own bed, my head on top of a tear stained pillow.

London, England.   August 18, 1888 (Later in the evening)
“Ciel will be my niece visiting from the country, Sebastian will play as her tutor, Lau will be my young lover, Gabriella will be Ciel’s elder sister, and Grell of course will be my butler.” Madame red reiterated before we got ready to walk in.
“Why do I have to dress up like a girl?!” Ciel asked angrily.
“Because, dear, I always wanted a girl.” Madame Red laughed.
“You’re kidding me!” Ciel yelled out.
“What am I?!” I asked, angrily as well.
“You do not want them to know you are a Phantomhive, correct?” Madame Red points out. “Besides, Lord Druit has an eye for any pretty little thing in a skirt. And by little, I mean younger. Gabriella is not only betrothed to an Aristocrat of Evil as it is and she is older. You are of perfect age.”
“By any means necessary, is that not what you said, my Lord?” Sebastian smugly points out.
“Let’s just get this over with.” Ciel huffs as we all walk inside. We all head inside, myself following Madame Red to get drinks and laugh about in the circle of gossip while Ciel and Sebastian head to the dance floor to attract the eye of Lord Druit. As music begins to play about loudly, I feel a tap on my shoulder.
“Hehe~ May I have this dance, my lady?” I turned to see a tall man in a grey stripped suite, his long silver hair flowing down to hug him nicely, a black top hat pulling his lovely outfit all together nicely.
“I would be delighted to, my lord.” I smiled sweetly to him and curtsied. I wrapped my arm around his as he lead me to the dancefloor. “It has been quite some time since we have danced together, my love. However did you know that I was here?” I smiled to him questionably.
“Hehe~ Did you really think that I would allow you to attend a party like this, nonetheless with a man like him, alone without your betrothed? Especially in a place where any man may try to take my place with you on the dancefloor?” Adrian smiled at me sweetly, yet in his eyes I saw his distaste.
“Are you jealous of someone in particular, darling?” I raised my eyebrow to him and smiled. Our dance was like any other in everyone’s eyes, yet with the two of us, it was as if no one else was in the room. We were the only two people on this earth at that time. Swirling back and forth in step with the music.
“Only one that has eyes for what is mine.” Adrian whispered. “But he is of no importance. I will gladly make it clear, you are my wife, and I your faithful husband.” My heart swooned at this. After the end of the song, Adrian led me out to the balcony and we talked about nothing under the moonlight. I saw a quick sight of Sebastian and Ciel dressed as a young girl on top of the building by our side. I thought I had been seeing things at first, yet I knew I hadn’t. The case was finished. Vicount Druit was caught.
“Would you like an escort home, my darling?” Adrian held out his arm again. I smiled at him again and nodded. Wrapping my arm around his, we were able to take a lovely stroll home then, together as always.
JACK THE RIPPER STRICKS AGAIN
The article stood in front of us all the following morning, mocking my brother with it’s title. This wasn’t over yet.