You can't blame him.

[other_sights]

Characters: Ciel Phantomhive [other_sights] and Sebastian Michaelis [hisbutlerbound]
When: Early Monday morning.
Where: Queen Anne's Row #3
Rating: R (Graphic violence.)
Summary: The Angels are ravaging the city. It's about to hit close to home.

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[hisbutlerbound]

All that blood was putting him on edge, having not tasted any in such a long time, but his control surpassed his urges. He didn't need it. He only wanted it. The heart beat in his hand pulsed frantically, but died just as he had expected, pulse dulling down into nothing. Fingers closed around it tightly, rupturing the sides until it oozed blood. It was dropped and stepped on, blood already covering him shamefully.

Sebastian didn't seem to care about his own scratches and holes in his skin, moving closer to lean down near Ciel, sliding onto a knee to examine him. He hadn't much time as he wrapped near the shoulder tightly with his handchief, tying it off above it. His own body was now over his, blocking out Ciel's sight of anything but him, and he carefully raised him up against him.

First he would get him up onto the bed where the blood stained sheets along with everything else in the room would have to be washed or thrown out. Most likely the latter. Pulling the sheet free before sitting him down, he gripped the end and lightly gave it a flap, watching it spread out over the ground. That bird wasn't going to go out in one piece. Sebastian gripped a large wing and ripped it off, throwing it onto the sheet, then the other wing. The beak went next, along with the head, tearing it free.

[other_sights]

"Don't lick your fingers," Ciel murmured with the edge of disgust. Like some sort of animal, Sebastian... but that would always be his own personal opinion. His stomach turned, and he grit his teeth as Sebastian looked over his wounds, then tied them off. He could feel his own heart beating, thready but strong, pulsing painfully against the cloth.

When he met Sebastian's chest his eyelids drifted half-shut, stilling any noises of pain while he was moved to the bed, only to snap open again at the first crack and break of bone.

The mismatched eyes fixed on the horrific scene, and he felt hot and dizzy, the blood suddenly rushing in his ears, the dead, glassy eyes, the smell of blood -- even with the shock, everything stood out in harsh relief.

It wouldn't take long. He would wait.

"Take it outside. Burn it to ash." It came out as a hiss.

[hisbutlerbound]

How cruel. He only wanted a taste, but he listens and obeys, continuing to tear the angel apart into pieces and throw it onto the sheet. Only when his arms are covered in blood up to his elbows and the rest of him is splattered with blood does he gather it up into his arms, glancing over his shoulder at his young lord.

"As you wish." Out the window he goes and lands with a neat little thud. The yodare are waiting, smelling all that blood, but he shoos them away, making sure he's away from the house before setting it on the ground. Candelabra in hand, his fingertips raise around the fire, beckoning it to life. The fire would sweep down, covering the wrapped up angel, sheet and all, and flickered over the body.

Fire danced in those suddenly lilac eyes, lips cracking a little at everything simply burning away. Another step back was for control and another to restrain. One more catapulted him up towards the window, crouching on it. He kept the fire burning hot, one hand mildly held out before him.

[other_sights]

Though Ciel had no idea of how Sebastian's unique chemistry would interact with the poison, he had a singular lack of desire to find out. After all, such a creature would be completely useless to him. He showed no interest at all in the proceedings, even as the fire rushing into being, lighting up and casting an orange glow on the ceiling.

Slowly, he looked up, finding that bloodstained hand held out to him. His mind was swimming in pain, but he felt numb and tired. His legs wouldn't work, even to stand up and take the few steps to Sebastian.

Instead, he mutely lifted a hand -- just as he had three years ago -- reaching out towards those bloodstained fingers.

[hisbutlerbound]

The orange glow was pushing back the purple that was disappearing from his hand. He would glove it long before arriving at the clinic, but for now that gentle blood stained hand would curl upwards and he walked towards his young master, taking that hand into his.

Arm sliding under his legs, his body curled against his, craddling him to his chest like something to be treasured. Always dragging him into darkness, he would be the only thing he would ever need. He would never tell him what he thought, that he told him so, that it was often his own fault for falling for such happy memories. Everything would fade away eventually. In the end, he would only have Sebastian.

And Ciel would be his. "Time to go."