The Dance of Death
Written By: Tawny
The moon hung dully in the dark, night sky...
Chattering whispers were heard throughout the crowded yard, but all grew silent and people made a path for a pair.
It was what appeared to be a young girl, wearing a long pink dress lined in black, a bow and lace on the front with a rose. She had a pink hat with roses as well, and medium length dark blue pigtails. Everyone could only see one of her eyes, but the other was hidden with a dark black eyepatch...
Walking with her was a tall, pale man in a suit with glasses, black hair and red eyes. While the young mistress seemed almost annoyed to be there, he had a bright look on his face. He had her hand in his as he led her across the cobblestone. Neither of them made eye contact with the other guests as they whispered amongst eachother, looking at them in awe.
They reached a staircase, leading to the doors of a large mansion. Inside, bright lights shone down from chandeliers. There were already people inside, but they were the servants of the mansion. There were triplets, all tall with purple hair and red eyes, there was a tan woman with indigo eyes and light blue hair, and finally a tall pale man, similar to the one leading the mistress, who also had glasses and black hair, yet he had piercing yellow eyes.
The pair walked up the staircase to the entrance of the mansion. The servants all gazed at them, as they knew who they were. They appeared to be of the Phantomhive household, yet the mistress was unknown to them. They knew the man, however, who was the Earl Phantomhive's butler. They wondered why he would be here without his master.
Suddenly a blonde boy who appeared to be the same age as the mistress, who had bright blue eyes and was wearing what appeared to be a vampire-based outfit, walked out to where the servants were. He had a sly smirk on his face, but as he turned toward the entrance his pupils shrank in confusion and surprise.
"S-Sebastian!?" He exclaimed.
The man with the mistress did not reply, only met the confused boy's gaze with a dark smile. Then the rest of the guests waiting outside stormed in, making the mistress and tall man disappear.
The boy narrowed his eyes before looking at the tall yellow-eyed man beside him. "Claude, I order you to find them and bring them to me."
"Yes, your highness," The tall man said and disappeared into the crowd as well.
Soon the entire room was filled with guests, everyone with a partner of their own. Music played softly in the background as people conversed. The young boy casually walked around to different groups and conversed with them as well.
"How is everyone enjoying the ball?" The boy asked to the next group of people. They all bowed to him.
"It is most lovely, Lord Trancy!" One of the women said, her eyes bright.
"You have very much outdone yourself, Alois!" One of the men spoke.
Alois smiled. "I am so glad you enjoy it!" He waved to them and continued walking along. Soon he reached an empty corner of the ballroom and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. He narrowed his eyes darkly. C'mon, Claude, how long does it take?
Claude walked through the guests, ignoring anyone who tried to converse with him. He finally spotted the young mistress and the tall man, Sebastian, sitting at a table. He blended in with the others, listening to them speak;
"I still don't know why we're here..." The young mistress spoke, and Claude's eyes widenned. He recognized that voice. It was the voice of the young Earl Phantomhive!
"Do not worry, Young Master, it will be over soon," Sebastian said, a grin on his face. "It shouldn't take too long to find him."
Claude walked to their table. "Excuse me, my Master would like to speak with you."
"No need to be so formal," The mistress grinned, standing up. "You know who we are."
"Yes, Ciel Phantomhive and Sebastian Michaelis," Claude said, narrowing his eyes. "Why are you here?"
"Apparently a serial killer decided to accompany your ball tonight," Sebastian explained. "We intend to find him immediately."
"I'm sure if there is a serial killer here, we can deal with it ourselves," Claude retorts.
"Ah, but my Young Master has been ordered by the Queen to take the killer out himself, and surely you have not," Sebastian grinned.
Claude glared at them in silence before speaking again, "Even so, my Master still wishes to speak with you. Come with me."
Claude led Sebastian and Ciel to where Alois stood against the wall with his eyes closed. His eyes opened as they approached.
"About time, Claude," Alois snapped.
"My apologies, your Highness," Claude bowed to him.
"What do you want?" Ciel growled.
"No need to be so nasty toward me! It is my ball, after all," Aloise grinned. "I had guessed that was you, Ciel Phantomhive."
"If I may, your Highness," Claude spoke, "they say they are here to catch a serial killer."
"WHAT!?" Alois shouted, though careful not to attract the attention of the guests. "A serial killer is at my ball!?"
"It would appear so," Claude concluded.
"And I was ordered by the Queen to take him out myself, so we don't need you," Ciel snapped.
"It's my ball! Why shouldn't I be the one who takes the killer out?" Alois whined.
"You can help us, Alois, by keeping the guests distracted and busy while we try to find him," Sebastian said quickly. "That is what a host should do, is it not?"
"I guess so..." Alois pouts, then his eyes brighten and he smiles devilishly at Ciel. "We'll work together then!"
Ciel glared back at him in disgust before turning to Sebastian. "Let's get this over with..."
"Yes, my Young Lord," Sebastian bowed before leading him back into the crowds of people.
"What shall we do, your Highness?" Claude asked as they left.
"We will give them their request and distract everyone," Alois grinned, "but in the end, I will have Ciel to myself."
To be continued...