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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"As you know, my door is always open." Routine courtesy, routine politeness given. She wanted to choke, to make Ciel hurt how she did, to make herself hurt...anything, but anything would be weakness. "Good night, Lady Phantomhive."

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"Goodbye, Grell Sutcliffe."

And with that, Countess Ciel Phantomhive walked out of the room, the mansion, and the temporary treaty they had shared while Madam Red had been there. She knew that next time, she might well have a chainsaw at her neck. For now, though, she savored her small triumph.

After all, it was her only friend in the gardens.

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She waited until she could no longer see Ciel from the window. Then she threw herself on the bed and screamed into the pillow, voicing her rage and sorrow in a single sound, broken and violent.

She wanted blood, wanted someone to hurt, wanted some way to direct this pain. But she couldn't, it would be allowing the brat to win against her, and that was intolerable. Damned if she did, damned if she didn't. She was weeping again, sitting and sobbing into her hands as if she was a child again, as if she was back to where she stood when she realized Ann knew nothing, as if she returned to the moment she realized what everyone truly thought of her.

Damn you, Ciel Phantomhive. A child shouldn't be able to reduce a divine being to this state.

She knew she wasn't going to be recovering too soon.