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]

The young master was asleep, and so he had time to himself. Making his way outside, he waited with a bowl of milk and shreadable meat for the Yodare to make their way over the section. He was sure they'd be able to smell it from here, even if he was suppose to come to them. He was about to step off, when he felt it.

It wasn't Liz. No, it was, but then again it wasn't.

Why was he suddenly smirking, that eerie curve of lips settled upon his visage. Oh, that would be interesting. Setting down the bowls, he stepped away, a little disappointed he would not be able to see such beauties.

But his young master was crying out to him in spirit and in voice. Such an attractive scream, but he hadn't time to enjoy it. He leapt from the window once in it, diving towards the creature that was Liz and with a brutal kick, he sent it flying against the wall. His tall and imposing body nearly covered over him.

What will you do, Ciel Phantomhive? What is more important? What can you afford to lose? What are your orders?

[other_sights]

It had probably saved Ciel's life, that the thing had paused to get a better grip on him, retracting its claws, reacting to the intruder in the room. Even so, it dragged him along the floor for a few feet before Ciel was dislodged from its talons, and he lay crumpled on the floor, blood staining the carpet, dark and sickly.

The boy was pale, but no tears showed, and the only noise was his labored breathing. The creature that had been Liz had been dazed, but only momentarily, and it was already getting to its feet. The gun lay blood-slick and shining several feet away, but even if it were in his hand, he was shaking too badly for his aim to be true.

Mismatched, uncovered eyes locked onto Sebastian's, and Ciel clamped a hand over his own shoulder, applying pressure to the wounds. He was momentarily unable to form words, but the Angel was moving, surging back towards them with deadly intent.

"Sebastian." It was breathless, but cold. It's her. He didn't have to say it. They both knew

[hisbutlerbound]

He hadn't expected that as Ciel was suddenly ripped out from under him, glancing at him being pulled away, already up on his feet and rushing towards Ciel to grasp at him. But the other had already dislodged his tiny lord, and the blood was filling his nose, making his head tilt down in utter delight. No, not yet. He locked eyes with him when he looked up, trying to relieve him of any more pain. Fingers curled over his hand and pressed, already removing the handchief from his pocket.

But he didn't have the time to sling it around his shoulder or tie it off, instead hoisting him up and leaping back as it reared. Hearing his name, his eyes adverted back down, and he set him back down. The cold voice was more than enough. Yes, it's her.Fingers slipped down against his cheek and then upwards as he stood once more, having Ciel under his legs as he stood over him. There wasn't much he could do at the particular moment. A volley of knives shot out from his hands, trying to slow it down, or stab into its joints, but the thing wasn't wavering

[other_sights]

Ciel went paler as Sebastian moved him, but he didn't make a sound. The torn muscle and shattered bone in his shoulder and arm were already nearly going numb as his body shut down. Shock, he remembered. He was losing too much blood.

His given name cut through the fog that was clouding his brain, and Ciel looked up from where he lay crumpled like a broken doll to the oncoming threat. There was no doubt in his mind that Sebastian would protect him. Fear never crossed his mind.

"It's an Angel now," he whispered, and his voice was tight but remarkably clear, without hesitation or stutter. He remembered what the boy had said. Heart or head, burn it to ash.

"Sebastian. Take out that thing's heart." The creature shrieked, beating its wings, tearing at every part of Sebastian it could reach, bright yellow eyes crazy and maddened. Ciel's voice was hard and dark, without a shred of mercy -- or perhaps, mercy was exactly what he was accomplishing.

"That's an order."