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When; February 14
Rating; R (blood and brainwashing)
Characters; Alois Trancy

ronderotarel and Ciel Phantomhive

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Summary; Recent traumas might have made Alois go a bit crazy. Sadly for Ciel, he's the one who has to deal with it.
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[The cut on his palm re-opens easily. Just a bit of pressure with the kitchen blade is enough to let dark red drops or rich blood fall from his hand.

The whole thing takes a little to set up, but he does it all with a smile on his face. He's cheerful, just like he was when he gouged Hannah's eye out, a long time ago. And even though he loves her dearly now, he's not sure he'd be past doing that again if she were here right now.

Being out of control, at the mercy of that vampire, had been terrifying. Still the consequences had been even worse.

He'd found out he'd been tricked by Claude, betrayed once again, and that is enough to make his mind spin out of control. On top of that, he'd given Sebastian an occasion to show off. He's sure that bastard will find the vampire and slaughter him in no time, and that will make Ciel proud of him.

Unacceptable.

Alois' mouth twitches. The cut on his palm is not bleeding anymore. Everything is ready.

He walks in Ciel's study without knocking, because he never does. He sets the heart-shaped box full of chocolates on his lap, and leans in to kiss him on the cheek. Then he sits on the arm of the chair.]

Happy Valentine's Day. These are for you.

[The tone is calm, and rather happy. He carries his mask well. For now.]

I needed to ask you something important.

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[Ciel reads a lot these days. Perhaps he is better trying to grasp the world they are in now, perhaps he is too restless to do much else- it's far easier to do nothing rather than something when you aren't sure if you will wake up cursed and spout your darkest secrets.

He doesn't look up until Alois sits on the arm of his chair, offering him chocolates- which he doesn't mind. He still likes sweets.]

Thank you...

[]He seems a bit surprised but that's nothing unusual.]

Oh? What is it, then?

Well. If I and Claude made peace, and Sebastian didn't try to kill you, I think we'd end up not making a contract.

[He sounds very cheerful. He's not, though.]

Would that make you sad?

[He is being backed into a corner and he knows where this conversation is headed. He frowns and looks away.]

I feel indifferent about it.

[It's probably the worst answer Ciel could possibly give him. Alois hates indifference. Hatred is preferable. If the villagers hated him and hit him, he could hit them back. If Father hated him because he didn't submit, he could manipulate him to give him what he wanted. But Alois is powerless against indifference. He could gouge Hannah's eye out a thousand times, but she still remained distant and scary. He was powerless in front of Claude's cold golden eyes that stared at him without seeing him. He never wants to feel like that again.

That is why he set this up. So he won't feel powerless.

He smiles sweetly. His smile would look terrifying only if Ciel knew what he's currently thinking, and he doesn't.]

I understand.

[He leans closer and opens the heart-shaped box. He picks up a chocolate and eats it. It nearly melts in his mouth, and the taste of his own blood is rather strong. He doesn't feel like throwing up, though. Jim Macken was used to eating worse things.]

Have a chocolate before I eat them all for you.

[He can sense something is terribly wrong- something is off, something is... he eyes the chocolates a moment. He doesn't particularly feel like eating one really at the moment.]

Leave a few for me, it isn't as though I don't appreciate them.

[His gaze is back on Alois now. He can tell something is clawing at him behind his eyes, something is desperate to get out- caged birds are a lot like his thoughts. Flying up against the bars and only breaking their wings-

how terrifying must it be to live like that constantly?]

You are not alright with this at all. I am not stupid, Alois.

[Alois' expression turns sad. His eyes widen. He hops off of the arm of the chair and slides down on his knees in front of Ciel. There are tears running down his face. After all, he willed himself to cry at Father's funeral. He knows how to play his part.]

There are many things I'm not alright with, but I don't always have a say in them. But let's not talk about sad things, Ciel. It's Valentine's Day. Can't we just forget about all that for a few hours? I don't want to cry today.

[His tone is pleading. He sniffs a bit and looks down at the floor.]

[Ciel does not buy his tears, tears don't solve anything, they're a sign of weakness- that's how he's always been taught by Sebastian. You never deal with your sadness in an outward way that could reflect badly on you later. It must become strength.]

That's fine then...

[He has no intention to continue the conversation further- but he's worried if he doesn't eat at least one of those chocolates Alois is going to start sobbing all over again.]

[What Ciel probably will never understand is that Alois' tears are a strength. They bought his way into nobility, they fooled hundreds of aristocrats, they made a demon like Hannah become loyal to him, and they gave him the strength to manipulate Claude into his own death, and then to bring him along in Nirvana.

Now he smiles at Ciel, with those eyes full of tears. He picks up another chocolate and puts it in his own mouth. Then he picks up a second, and he holds it up for Ciel.]

I promise I won't bother you for too long. I'll stay for a little while then you can go back to your book.

[They are each other's foils, afterall, despite even sharing the same body Ciel still will never fully understand Alois's thought processes or irrational tantrums.]

Very well.

[He blinks a moment and then opens his mouth, it's not like it means anything- and he doesn't want to think about the repercussions if he doesn't. He chews slowly, it tastes strange, something is off about it. But he can't tell what- whatever it is is masked by the chocolate so far. ]

[Alois' smile widens, and he rests his face against Ciel's thigh. He waits. He remembers Claude's reaction when he tasted Ciel's blood. Alois was hurt and agonizing, but Claude seemed oblivious to everything. He remembers how his eyes had turned red and how suddenly Ciel Phantomhive had become the only thing he could see.
Alois doesn't want to be ignored and lonely ever again. If a demon goes crazy after tasting blood, he'll make sure it's his blood, not someone else's.]

I didn't know I could ever be happy in this City. [His voice is barely a whisper.] But I think I'm not unhappy right now. When I am alone with you.

[The worst moments of Alois' days are those in which he's forced to stay in the same room with both Ciel and Sebastian. He hates how Sebastian always tries to steal Ciel's attention from him. He feels the constant need to poke those mocking, disgusting red eyes out, so that they could never set themselves on Ciel again.]

[Physical contact has always been difficult for Ciel but at this point it's better to just leave him alone. He's not doing anything perverted to him as it is- he's just there and almost... waiting for something. That concerns him. He reaches for another chocolate-

and when he finishes it he suddenly realizes what it is he's tasting.

He swallows thickly and then shoves Alois as hard as he can away from himself. The red in his eyes seeps over the blue like ink and his pupils narrow to slits. The hunger scrapes against his insides, fanged and clawed (waiting to be released) and he almost gags.

Blood. Alois's blood. It wasn't like with Claude where suddenly he'd become completely taken over by the sight, smell and taste of him. It was, however, making it painfully apparent that he wanted to feed. And he wanted to feed now. out of all the stupid fucking things he could have done... he had done this. It wasn't enough he had almost been eaten by a Vampire. It was now that he risked being eaten by Ciel.]

Y-You... What the hell did you do?!

[Alois is used to being pushed away by now. He looks up to see Ciel's transformation. He loves those beautiful red eyes, those vertical pupils, and those tiny little fangs. Sebastian was repulsed when he first saw what Ciel had become. He cannot understand Ciel's beauty like Alois can, because he didn't fucking make him.]

Since you can't make a contract with me, I thought it'd be kind to give you a taste of my soul anyway.

[He crawls back close to Ciel, slides on Ciel's chair chair and straddles his lap. Ciel looks like such a little child right now. These are the moments in which Alois feels nearly as protective towards him as he does towards Luca. He smirks.]

That vampire was wrong. Blood shouldn't be used to decorate Valentine cards.

[He leans closer and licks Ciel's ear. This is somehow nostalgic. Back then Ciel was pretty agitated too.]

[But Alois should have a little fear because Ciel is infinitely more dangerous than he was. He could rip Alois's soul from his body, he could drink his blood and rip tendon and muscle from bone and not have a second thought if he were to lose control.]

Get off! Stop it!

[And the glow enters his eyes, he grips onto his arms and shoves him off again. This time hard enough to bruise if he hits the desk.

Then -- in my childhood -- in the dawn
Of a most stormy life -- was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still --
]

DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU'RE DOING?!

[Alois does hit the desk, and the impact is rather painful. He massages his side and looks up at Ciel. Yes, he should be afraid, but he's not. He already died, he was already stabbed. Going through all that again cannot hurt him nearly as much as being ignored and left alone does.]

Yes, I understand what I'm doing.

[And he gets close again, because he never gives up. He bends on his knees in front of Ciel again, and looks up at him, staring in his eyes.]

Your eyes are the most beautiful shade of red I've ever seen. Who would think that all I needed to do was sacrifice a bit of my blood to have them look at me.

[He reaches up to run a hand through Ciel's hair. This is rather nostalgic, too. I wonder if my soul would turn blue like your eyes if I became one with you, Ciel. Except that now he doesn't need to become one with Ciel. He's already his.]

I adore you so much. I always have. Even when you prefer Sebastian over me.

[His smile widens.]

But Sebastian cannot make you feel like this. He cannot feed you. But I can.

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