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A/N: Hola! So now we're at the end of our little tale. Thanks for sticking around this long. Does anyone else not like the way they've changed how the text looks on this site? It's too big for my taste. Btw, I'm starting college in a few weeks so it might be awhile before you guys hear from me again.
Needless to say, Sebastian did not take the news well.
After his parents left, Ciel simply sat on his bed and stared after them. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. They were going to get up and move, just like that? So soon?
It didn't take long for disbelief to turn into indignant anger. Honestly, how could they just decide to do this? And all because he didn't cater to his bratty cousin's wants? How unfair.
It didn't take long for Sebastian to return to his side. The butler was obviously trying to stay composed, but his narrowed eyes and thin lips gave away how upset he was. His fist were clenched tightly.
"I take it you heard all that?" he asked.
"Yes, I did," Sebastian replied softly.
The spirit opened his mouth to say more, but then closed it. He knelt in front of his master and gently took the boy's hand. He then put the now repaired silver ring on the boy's thumb.
"You fixed it?" Ciel asked wonderingly.
"Yes. What kind of butler would I be if I couldn't do something as simple as that?" Sebastian replied with a small smile.
Ciel expected to be elated to have the ring back, but he didn't. Instead, he felt like he should take the ring off and fling across the room. But he quickly stomped on that urge. He was being ridiculous. The ring was very important to him, wasn't it?
"I don't understand what my parents are thinking," he said. "Do they honestly think that moving back to London will change anything? I didn't need any of those fools before, and I don't need them now." Not that they'll ever want to talk to me again, anyway, he thought.
"They're probably just doing this to spite me," he stated. "God forbid anyone should ever upset poor Elizabeth."
When Sebastian didn't reply, he turned to look at the butler. To his surprise, the man's eyes were filled with sadness. He gave his master a pleading look.
"Please, young master," he begged softly "you must find a way to change your parents' minds. I could not bear it if you were to leave this house. I was without a master for so long before you came. I don't think I could bear it if you left."
"Don't worry, Sebastian," he soothed. "We'll work something out."
He was surrounded by total darkness. The only visible thing was the door in front of him. He hesitated a moment before he slowly turned the knob.
His eyes widened when he saw what was on the other side. The sun was shining brightly. There was a beautiful meadow filled with flowers. In it, there were his friends and family relaxing on a picnic blanket. They all looked very happy and content. When they noticed him, they all smiled eagerly and reached out toward him. He made a move to go to them when the door suddenly slammed shut.
The darkness around him suddenly disappeared. He now saw that he was standing in a hallway. The same hallway that contained his namesake's room. His body seemed to have a mind of its own as he moved slowly towards the door. It opened on its own and he looked cautiously inside.
He almost screamed at what he saw. There was a figure sitting on top of the cloth covered coffin. At first he thought it was a really skinny person, but then he realized that it was a skeleton. It was wearing a very old and somewhat decayed blue suit. In front of it, a familiar figure was kneeling.
"Are you really going to let me taken from my home, Sebastian?" the skeleton asked.
"Of course not, my lord," the butler answered. "I will figure out a way to prevent this."
"Do whatever is necessary," the skeleton ordered. "I believe that you already know what that means."
Sebastian smirked and kissed the skeleton's hand.
"Yes, my lord."
Ciel sat up with gasp. He looked around and was relieved to see that he was still in his bed. He breathed heavily and ran his fingers through his hair. As much as he tried, he couldn't get that dream out of his head. The image of Sebastian kissing that corpse's hand made him want to vomit.
"Young master?" Sebastian asked. He was suddenly by the boy's side. "Is something the matter?"
He almost recoiled from the butler, but controlled himself.
"It was just a dream," he said sternly, as if trying to convince himself. "Nothing but a dream."
For the next three days, Ciel noticed another change come over him. Actually, it was more like the first change never happened. All of the hostility and arrogance that appeared in him suddenly seemed to vanish. When he thought about how he had treated his loved ones recently, he felt a deep shame.
To his surprise, he was very easily forgiven.
He was his parents' little prince. All it took was a remorseful look and a few words to make them forgive him. They told him, after a few firm hugs and kisses, that they were still moving to London, but he realized that he didn't care. In fact, he was a bit eager to get out of the mansion. He longed to see his old home again.
Lizzie also forgave him when he called her the morning after his party.
"Oh, Ciel, don't apologize!" she cried. "I acted like a total brat! I'm so, so, so sorry that I broke your ring! And I don't hate you! Please forgive me!"
Of course, he told her that she was forgiven. They also agreed that they had both overreacted. He told her that he looked forward to seeing her after she returned from her vacation.
He also decided to call his friends. He wasn't expecting forgiveness, but he figured that he would try anyway.
"Look, Alois," he said after the blond answered his phone "I know that I've been a total asshole and you have every right to be mad at me, but I still want to say that I'm sorry for the way I treated you and Soma. I was just going through, um...hormone troubles." Yeah, that was believable.
After a moment of silence, Alois spoke. "My God," he said quietly. "Am I actually receiving an apology from the Ciel Phantomhive? Has Hell frozen over? Is the world ending?"
"It must be, you ass," he replied, his tone both annoying and teasing.
"But, yeah, man, I understand about the hormone thing," Alois said. "I have that problem sometimes, too. I'll see you at school, 'kay?"
"Yeah, sounds good," he replied with a small smile.
It went the same way with Soma, except the Indian cried a lot more.
So, the past three days were actually quite pleasant. Except for one thing. Sebastian kept following him around like a lost puppy, constantly asking(begging) him to convince his parents not to move. He kept telling the spirit that there was nothing he could do about it, but the butler kept persisting. Finally, on the evening of the third day, he snapped.
"Damn it, Sebastian!" he yelled. "I have told you over and over. I am moving out tomorrow and there's nothing I can do about it. I know that you don't want me to go, but you're just going to have to deal with it."
"But young master," Sebastian continued to plead. "You don't understand. I simply cannot be in a house without a master in it."
"Well, you're just going to have to," he said, all patience gone. "Now leave my sight. I've had enough of your whining."
He could have sworn the butler glared at him before disappearing. But he just shrugged it off. He still had to pack the rest of his things.
By the time he went to bed, he was quite tired. But he found that he couldn't fall asleep. He tossed and turned for half an hour before he laid back and sighed wearily.
"Young master?" came the butler's voice.
He turned to see Sebastian standing next to his bed with a lit candelabra and a cart. He gave the boy a small smile.
"My lord, please forgive me for acting the way I have for the past few days," he said. "It was quite unacceptable for a butler."
"...It's alright," he answered. He wouldn't be seeing the man ever again, so he might as well be nice.
"I noticed that you were having trouble sleeping, sir, so I took the liberty of preparing you some warm milk," Sebastian informed him as he poured the milk into a cup and added honey.
He took the cup eagerly. Warm milk sounded just the thing he needed. He drank the delicious liquid down as quickly as he dared and handed the cup back to the butler. A sudden wave of sleepiness came over him and he laid back down. He suddenly got the feeling that something wasn't right.
"Go to sleep, young master," Sebastian soothed as he pulled the covers over the boy.
The last thing he saw was the butler's glowing red eyes.
He didn't know how long he was asleep, but he didn't feel tired at all when he woke up. He opened his eyes to dimly lit room. Everything seemed normal, but something just did not feel right. After examining the room, he noticed that the light fixture on his ceiling was missing. It suddenly occurred to him that the boxes he had packed last night had disappeared.
He slowly looked down and gasped. The quilt covering him was different from the one he was using last night. Instead of blue, it was white and made out of velvet. Before he could observe more, Sebastian walked in with his cart.
"Good morning, young master!" he called cheerfully as he opened the curtains.
"Sebastian?" he asked, sounding confused. "What's going on?"
"What do you mean, my lord?" the spirit asked.
As he looked more closely at Sebastian, he noticed the man appeared to be more...solid. He wasn't slightly fading as he usually was.
Sebastian pulled back his blanket and he gasped. His pajamas were gone. Instead, he was wearing a nightshirt. Sebastian pulled a set of clothes off the cart, and Ciel observed with shock that it was an old-fashioned blue suit.
"Sebastian, what happened?" he demanded, trying not to panic. "I demand you tell me!"
The butler sighed and put his hands on the boy's shoulders. "Well, to put it simply, my lord, you're dead," he deadpanned.
He opened to mouth and then shut it again. He stared at the butler for a few long moments.
"What?" he finally yelled. "What do you mean I'm dead? How can I be dead?"
"I'm afraid that I had to resort to extreme measures to keep you here, my lord," Sebastian explained calmly. "I put a very fast acting poison in your milk. I trust that your passing was quite painless?"
He could do nothing but stare at Sebastian in open mouthed horror. No no no nononono! This couldn't be happening! This was all some sort of terrible dream-
Sebastian smiled and bowed. "Not to worry, young master," he said. "I am here. And I will be your butler forever."
Rachel quietly walked into her son's room. She knew that Ciel tended to sleep late on the weekends, but they had to get a move on. They didn't want to keep the moving men waiting.
She smiled when she saw the boy laying in his bed. She walked over and started to shake him.
"Ciel, honey, wake up-" she started.
She noticed that her son was very cold to the touch. She gasped and quickly checked for a pulse. When there wasn't one, she started screaming and ran to find her husband.
According to the doctors, he had already been dead for hours before she found him. What's more, they had discovered poison running through the boy's system. If that wasn't bad enough, they were suspected of murdering their son before his death was ruled as a suicide.
"It's all our fault," she sobbed at his funeral. "We shouldn't have tried to make him move."
"Sweetheart, I'm sure that wasn't it," Vincent soothed. "We have no idea why this happened."
Even though he tried to sound calm, he felt as if his heart was ripped out of his chest. Their little Ciel, his baby boy, dead? It was unthinkable.
They finally moved out of the mansion a few weeks later. They couldn't bear to stay in it one minute longer, especially considering what day it was.
"Happy birthday, Ciel," she choked out before she got in the car to follow the moving van.
As they drove away, a figure appeared in front of the house. It was that of a little boy dressed in a blue suit. He looked after them with sad eyes. Another, darker figure appeared behind him and put one hand on the boy's shoulder. His other hand held a teapot.
After the car was out of sight, they turned to go back into the mansion.
A/N: And there you have it, folks! This chapter was the whole reason I wrote this story. And the only reason it's in the horror genre. It looked a lot better in my mind, but oh well.
Review, please! They feed my ego!