The Last Night at Beaumont

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Characters: Ciel Phantomhive and Grell Sutcliffe
Date: April 2nd, a few days after the Labyrinth ordeal.
Summary: Ciel Phantomhive is moving out of Beau
Warnings: Talk of murder.

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Grell had not spoken to Ciel since she had come out of the Labyrinth. The words still haunted her-nobody, pretender...and the lack of Ann burned. Even though it was ridiculous to think this, she dwelt on the idea that Ann had been a hallucination, a trick of the world in order to pull out her pain.

Slamming woke her from her reverie, and rising, she left to go see what was occurring and making that noise.

"Countess? Are you all right?" How she wished she could call her "Ciel" or "child" like she was, instead of bowing her head to her in mock obedience.

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Ciel's hands froze above her suitcase, knowing she'd been caught in the act. There was little chance of hiding her intentions now, with all her belongings sitting on her bed and in that case for all to see. She hadn't wanted to deal with this confrontation just yet (or at all, really), but now it was here. It would be best to just get it over with.

Her hands began to move once again, although they were a bit slower and more mechanical. With a voice as cold as ice, she said, "I'm fine. Go back to bed, would you?"

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"If I should be asleep, so should you."

Grell said nothing about the things she saw strewn about, it only made sense. With Ann gone, there was no reason for Ciel to stay in this house, Grell's house, a woman she would never trust, likely.

"Besides, it'll be better for you to move in the morning."

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"As if I would stay one more night with--," she started, but stopped herself before she could start screaming. Her voice had already risen too high for her liking.

She refused to turn, finding it easier to speak to the items in front of her than to Grell's face, "I have an appointment to keep."