You Kill Me 8 GrellxSebastian

The Undertaker had been forced to take me home himself, for by the end of his story I was barely conscious and the part of me that was awake was too shocked to move. No. It couldn't be. Sebastian couldn't be… dead. Just like that? It just wasn't possible. Just the thought of loosing burned me, much more than I had thought possible. I… missed him. I missed… Sebastian. What would I do without him? To continue on as if it had never occurred… it seemed impossible. When we reached home, Mey-Rin and Bardroy took me inside to my room (Pluto was being cared for by Finnian and so he was preoccupied). They laid me down and I fell asleep, awoken by a terrible, terrible nightmare.

I was laying in my bed, when a mysterious black figure invaded my room, holding in its hand a long sword which it swung violently at my motionless head and severed it from the neck. I awoke in a cold sweat, my eye wide. I panted in terror, unable to escape the nightmare, feeling as though the figure had followed me out of my dream and into the waking world. I turned on my lamp, to find… it had.

I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound escaped as the black figure stepped out of the shadows and into the lamplight. I stared at it, a creature with long, devilish fangs and spiked black hair, a long jacket hanging to its ankles and a tight skirt that barely reached halfway down its pale white thighs. I stared, openmouthed, at the creature as it stood there, every part of my body wanting to scream and run.

But I didn't.

Instead, I slowly removed myself from bed, never taking my eyes off of the figure, stood adjacent to it for several long moments, and suddenly found myself propelling myself toward the figure, wrapping my arms around his leather covered arms and clinging to him, burying my head in his chest. Clearly surprised, he hesitated a moment before enveloping me in a return hug, comforting me as I repeated his name again and again, tears dripping down my face.

"Sebastian. Sebastian… you're alive."

"Yes, I am once more." He said. I looked up sharply, my visible eye suspicious.

"Once more?" I asked, trying to suppress the threatening feeling I was getting being so close to Sebastian.

"Yes." He looked down at me, and we made eye contact. I had missed him most unpleasantly, and I was glad he was back despite his strange new outfit and unnerving words. "I died, for a short time. In that time, I was freed from our contract, and turned into a reaper." I immediately separated from Sebastian, going cold for reasons other than the lack of warmth from Sebasian's body.

"You… you're a reaper?" I whispered, the words burning my throat. "You… haven't come to collect my soul, have you?"

"Oh no," Sebastian said, grinning uncharacteristically at me and revealing his demonic fangs with ease. "I actually came for a favor."

"A what?" I asked, straightening and standing as tall as I could muster, giving Sebastian a glare. "What do you want from me now? You're already free."

"It seems the matter of freeing someone of great importance to me will not be possible without someone's help."

"So you chose me? Why?" Sebastian gave me a look that I hadn't seen in some time, and I shut my mouth quickly.

"I need your help Ciel, and although I know you don't like me very much I need you." Hearing my actual name coming from Sebastian was rather surprising and it caught me off guard, but I said nothing. I knew that this would be my last time with Sebastian and for some reason I felt as though I needed to aid him in this final mission. I nodded slowly.

"Okay… who are we saving then, and when?"

"Grell." I gave him a disgusted face, but his smoldering expression quickly stopped me. I cared about Sebastian. I… I loved him, he was my only friend and he had proven that friendship by coming to find me to help him save Grell. Although I couldn't stand that disturbed reaper, I couldn't turn down Sebastian.

"Okay, fine. When?"

"Tonight."