First of all sorry for my bad English. It is not my native language so there probably is a whopping number of mistakes in the text. Please write in comments what is wrong and what is right. It will help me to learn new things. :)

I didn't know how to entitle the story so I used the name of a song by Poets of the fall. It was kind of inspiration for me to write this fanfic.

I have two more chapters to translate and I guess I will publish them soon. Mature content appears in the last of them.

Enjoy!

Darkness. Sparkling, rapidly flooding darkness sliding through his sinful thoughts. Absorbing every fear and hope. Piercing the skin. Wandering through the whole body with its rough tentacles.

A weak moan. When is it going to end?

It's so stuffy there. So terribly stuffy!

This darkness is haunting him. Resounding in the deepest nooks of his soul.

With every breath he's absorbing this painful darkness. Letting it crystalize in his lungs and mix with his own blood.

He's cloaked with icy-cold black smoke.

Scream.

He will never escape. His body has stiffened. He cannot even feel his fingertips.

He cannot feel anything.

Only the blackness getting heavier and heavier, crushing his chests. Making him cry.

He's out of breath. He needs to escape. How? It's overwhelming him. Smothering him. Killing him! But even so... He feels that this is how it shoul be. He should belong to this darkness. Absorb it. Let it soak him in.

He's fighting with this thought, refusing it.

He cannot breathe. This is how it ends... This is the end.

Ciel Phantomhive is rapidly sitting on his bed, drawing a breath with a loud whistle. His left palm grasping the neck. His heart palpitating as if it tried to break out of his chest. Sweaty drops dancing on his forehead. That's fine... The most important is that he's again in his own body.

Gasping heavily he's looking around the room sunk into darkness, as if he was looking for the hidden tentacles. But the shadows aren't hiding anyone's presence. He's all alone.

He's closing his eyes and falling on the pillows. It was only just a bad dream. Another nightmare. He's smiling bitterly. Why didn't he get use to it? He's been tyrranized by nightmares for past six years. Though once they were different... Former he was seeing those days time and time again. Pain. Tears. Bars. People's whispers. Blades. Wounds. Loneliness. Not a long time ago these memories started to fade. They were still inside of him but somehow muted. Hidden in the furthest corners of his mind. Pushed out by something new. Something scary. The darkness. Awareness of the darkness which lasts by his side. Incessantly. And some time ago it started bringing closer to him. Started surrounding him and penetrating his mind with every passing day. It scares him. Same as the prospect of spending the eternity inside the beast's bowels. So why does he think of it all the time? Why does he tremble thinking of the darkness wandering under his skin? And why does he smother the moan when the darkness slightly touches him in reality? When it unites with him while taking the order.

He's snorting scornfully. Unity! Unity with a filthy demon.

Absurdity! It seems he's lost his mind! That's all because of this insomniac fever!

Why is there still so stuffy? He's turning over, pulling aside crumpled sheets.

He's waiting patiently till this strange state pases. Fear. Excitement. Blood buzzing in veins. Pressure down his stomach. Premonition that something very important will happen in a while. And awareness of the darkness, bigger and more engulfing than ever.

He's raising his head up to look around restlessnessly.

Emptiness.

Why the hell is there so terribly stuffy?

He's jumping onto the floor with fury. He's walking to the nearest window, pulling heavy curtains and becoming motionless when seeing his reflection in the pane. Stamp in his right eye is burning more than usually. That's why he's feeling like he was in flames...

He's closing his eyes and leaning forehead against the pane.
Keep calm... The heart's again beating like a drum. What the hell is happening? He's known this state. Lately he's experienced it more frequently. But he's never plunged in it so deeply. He's got a hunch that this time it will not pass. Shit... What's wrong with it? What's wrong with the contract?

Heat... He's tearing the shirt on his chests with a nervous move and flying into a rage. He can no longer take it! He will suffocate!

He's opening the window widely. A cold breeze carrying rain drops. A moment of complete silence. The outside world's slept in silence under the watchful moon's stare.

Throaty moan. It doesn't help... He's still burning inside!

He's running madnessly to the next window, drawing back the curtains and letting freezing breeze inside the bedroom. He's repeating this action two more times, gasping as if he was caught again with the claws of this horrible darkness. As if it was choking him and trying to devour. Trying to penetrate completely and blow him up. As if he wanted it!

He's trembling. Cannot keep the balance. He's burying his nails in the wooden window frame. Rain drops again upon his face. The darkness is wreathing around his limbs. The cold breeze. A bitter taste on his tongue. The shadow... It's everywhere around him. Inside of him. He can feel it inside...
What should he do now? He's lost his mind... A burning desire... Desire of what? Desire of who?
Tears of desperation flowing upon his cheeks. He has to summon him... No, it's a madness! He doesn't know... He doesn't know why but he just has to...

Thrill. Spasm. He's falling on his knees.

"SEBASTIAN!"

Come feed the rain
Cos I'm thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust

I hope you liked it. Please review. I will appreciate every comment. :)