Just A Game [Sequel to Too Close]

Chapter Two

He knew what this would start a war.

He couldn't wait, the fallen angels, and the witches they bore and the demons below would riot. Red-Star...she had always been a favorite of God's. Getting away with everything. It's about time they destroyed her, and this would be the proof he needed. Once they did, he would take her powers, as part of the process to never let righteous power go to waste. God would grant him everything he wanted.

Red-Star would no longer outshine him, and she would finally die.

 Fornicating with such a natural enemy was discusting. And to think one of God's chosen was doing such a thing? Sickening! She must be purged from the earth! Discusting!

 He gritted his teeth and smiled, disappearing into the closest dark alley, his feet lightly pattering the rain puddles.

===RED-STAR===

"Sebastian, I believe it's more important that we find out whose trying to expose me," argued Ciel Phantomhive firmly. 

"May I say something?" You objected.

Sebastian eyed you curiously, was it possible he already knew what you were going to say?

"Darling it's not proper for a lady to butt in to a man's conversation," Ciel scolded.

You furrowed your eyebrows.

"Oh see Master? it would do her well to learn these things now as part of the plan."

'Not that I'm super excited to do grooling lady-like lessons but if it protects Ciel I'm more than eager to.'  You thought.

Ciel sighed, giving in.  "Fine Sebastian." Ciel gave you his 'look' and waved you off. 

That really irritated you that he did that, but you assumed that's just how british noblemen behaved.

You turned around on your heel and shut the door behind you with an edge. This wasn't fair. So many things were going on you didn't know about! Lately since that picture had been found and printed, Ciel and Sebastian had been spending so much time together whispering at the dinner table and talking in the study till late hour. Sometimes Ciel would snea into your room and cuddle with you, but when you'd wake up he was already gone doing 'errands.'

You stepped into the bathroom down the hall, and made sure you were properly dressed for a walk in the yard. Today you had on a beautiful yellow spring dress. It had rained the nights before, but surely the ground was fine now. You peered into the mirror, and shook your head.

Your eyes had a slightly red tint to them, and you blinked twice to see if you were imagining this.

What was going on?

You knew Ciel had marked you, but he never went into detail about it. He just explained that it meant you would always be his.

What really did he mean by that?

You stepped out and looked at the closed study doors. You wanted to listen, to dig through the sounds of their chatter and interpret them with your mind. But what would Sebastian do? Would he tell?

Ciel and you still had many unanswered questions, questions that mainly bothered you. And you were sure he knew something. 

===ALOIS===

Alois Trancy looked through Lily's profile again..and again.

He was looking for answers. He knew something about her wasn't being explained to him.

He had been through enough to know when something was up.

Though lately things seemed to be off, as if he was missing something, and somehow she felt connected to it.  He felt like he was going mad.

Lily was so intriguing to him, she was his...his what? His maid, but something more than that. His personal slave? No...

She had an attitude he loved and hated, a sort of prideful, sneaky smile behind her behaved ways.

It truely teased at him.

He sat up in bed, naked and tossed the folder to the floor. "Lily-Ann.." he said to himself outloud. Her hair was soft looking and red, her eyes a dark hazel that hummed on the verge of green in the light. She looked so fragile yet that only seemed a facade.

He would figure her out.

Alois had stopped killing prostitutes so blankly. He had to change his targets, particularly rival gang members of London were his recent business. To be honest, he didn't miss the women. They made him even more angry, so fucking sensitive and easy to break. They all screamed the same to him.

The lust for bloodshed was only because he needed to feel, he needed to feel life as it slipped away, to remind him of his nothingness.

To temporarily fill his emptiness, and keep him living.

Alois curled up into a ball, and felt his chest sting.

It was like he was reacting to a sudden realization he had no memory for.

Nothingness...

He felt a tear fall down his right cheek...then one on the left...

He bent his head down and let his blonde locks fall to his face. Why was he crying?

He missed...

He missed...

Something he didn't have.

He balled his fists.

He was 16 and had everything he wanted! What could this feeling be?

He pulled his robe on and got up. He was missing something and it was pissing him off. He was Alois Trancy, not Jim Macken!  Alois had everything he wanted and whatever was missing he would find or take it by force.

Something told him to get up and find it.

If only he really knew what it was...

He shut his door behind him.

Tears streamed down his cheeks angrily. He felt his heart race, and the tattoo on his arm move with power.

He felt like a wild dog, and could smell this...this sweet smell, like orange peels and sugar.

"Your Highness?".....came a soft voice from the dark.