Ciel POV

Hands touching lightly, fingers entwining as blood drips drawing red lines around us. A dark crow emits a creaky sound outside of the window before flapping his wings and flying afar into the night. Sebastian shifts a bit adjusting his position next to me and a soft whisper escapes my lips. In this moments only, I can finally reveal myself for the child that I still am, only when he is so close to me I feel so exposed, he is so tempting, such a cunning creature and he is the only one I dare trust. Because no bond is stronger than ours, Master and Servant; but who is truly the owner and who the owned?

A silver moon is watching over us as the shadows close in and tons of hungry creatures latch onto us. Hungry eyes staring at us from the Tenebrae, lurking into the dark just waiting for an opening to strike us down. I feel him grow weaker, and I know I'll soon be in danger, but those thoughts can wait. Right now what matters is him. If we are to be parted, I would rather have him consume me here and now fusing our essences into one.

Oh, I always knew he was a master at games, pretending to lose against me so that I could be fooled by his apparent weakness and I totally fell for it. I let myself be lulled into his sea of lies, while uncertainty was being rooted deep inside my core. Am I not pathetic now? So vulnerable and close to death, be it by his fangs or my own hand, and yet I am still clinging onto him even when he is the primal cause of my sufferings, my unending curse.

'Bocchan...,' he whispers into my ear as he gently strokes my silver hair. Just like a well-trained pet, my body shivers in response to his touch, 'Mn...'

His black tie is carefully wrapped around his neck and for an instant I wonder if it would be of any use at all to try and strangle him with it, a futile attempt that would be, as the being looming over me is far from being a mere human. As if his disappearance could ever cancel the feelings he has already instilled in my heart.

'It's getting colder, Bocchan' his voice is hoarse and strong emotions grip my heart making it hurt. A single tear appears in the corner of my blue eye but I fight against it to not let it fall and manage to push it back.

His immaculate white shirt is stained in blood and in the faint light of the night I can see it shine as bright as if it were day. It must be my imagination, but the more I look at it, the darker and deeper the red becomes. I wonder if that is a good sign, meaning that the bleeding is going to stop soon. 'Sebastian, why would you not clean yourself? It's unbecoming of a butler to look dirty in front of his Master' I try to put that into a light annoyed tone, but despite my attempts my voice trembles.

He smiles, a sad and cold smile. 'What about you, Master?' He asks pressing his long white index against my exposed chest, 'Is that how you're supposed to look in front of your servant, exposing not only your flesh but your soul as well?'

'I had hoped you would have taken good care of my soul, maybe I was mistaken,' I coldly reply locking my fiery eyes into his. 'Explain to me why you're littering my linens with unholy blood such as yours'. His red pupils glow in the dark and he growls, but I know he cannot hurt me for he is still bonded by our unfulfilled contract. Funny, isn't it? For how much I try to sound disdainful towards him I can't lie to myself, and I am all-too-well aware that I fell in love with him a long time ago.

It was inevitable, even though I knew every single action he ever took was always for his own sake. Even if I was a mere dinner for him and he was just toying with me all along, I couldn't stop myself from becoming attached to and dependent on him. Day after day I felt my feelings for this butler of mine grow. My life, and my power, I owed him everything, and he was going to take it all away along with my soul once the contract would have been fulfilled. Not anymore though.

'Sebastian!' I urge him grabbing his wide shoulders, 'Take my soul'. My gaze is firm, straight into his eyes, secretly wishing for my will not to falter at the last moment. His eyebrows rise and he looks back at me with a surprised expression, 'So eager to die, Bocchan?'

'Tsk…I don't like being indebted to the dead, Demon,' I throw back at him with as much spite as I can. Yes, I want to give you my soul even if our contract is not fulfilled, and no it's not because of that excuse that I gave you for a reason. Please don't ask me why…I cannot stand to admit how much I have fallen to your games, all of your deceptive words play into my head like a mantra and I cannot free myself anymore.

'I must decline, Bocchan, for it is not yet time. The contract hasn't been fulfil…'

'The hell with the contract Sebastian, you're dying, I can see that. That's why I want you to take my soul now. It's an order!' I insist, the contract shining into my disfigured eye. He chuckles and more blood comes out of his wounds, turning the white sheets into deep red.

'This is nothing to laugh about,' I say frowning. 'Why would you not listen to me…?' I add, repeatedly hitting him with my small fists right onto his wounded chest. At this he reacts grabbing my wrists while more of the precious liquid oozes out. His hands are as cold as ice and the contract is fading quicker than his life. 'You truly are amusing, Young Master, first you pretend to care for me and offer me your soul while being perfectly aware that I cannot, with all my will, take it now. And then you start hurting me, effectively speeding up my death'.

I gasp as he says so, shaking my head while panic fills my lungs. Sebastian, dead… That just isn't quite right, no?

'W-what do you mean, you're immortal…you're a demon after all'. No matter how much I tested him, he would complete all of my challenges with ease wearing a phony smile all the time. He cannot be dying for real, and why would he not hurry to find a remedy, why is he not struggling for life? 'Sebastian, quit

playing around. This doesn't make any sense. You wouldn't just let yourself die and break our contract like this. There's no way you'd fail me…'

'As much as I loathe the situation I currently am in, Bocchan,' he interrupts me, 'There's nothing I can do. I might be a demon but I am far from being immortal as you claim. There are other means by which a demon can die just like any human being. I am afraid the process that has now started cannot be reversed, you'll have to deal with it, besides…' cough cuts his speech off and black liquid spreads all around, hitting my face and chest as well. The bed shakes under us as a violent jolt passes through his body.

He doesn't even have a body, I think. That shape he is in is just an expression for his demonic essence. 'What if you just try to fly out of your human form and then come back?' I suggest causing him to giggle.

'Do you think I would've not done that yet if it were of some help?'

I grit my teeth for my stupidity and said 'Well, I am no expert in demonology. I was just trying to think of a solution to prevent my most precious chess piece from falling off the board. I guess I'll just have to deal with it exactly as you said'.

My tone is calm and almost cold, as if his fate isn't of my concern. I won't let him find out, I cannot bear the thought. Me falling for another living being, and a filthy demon as well, my demon... I sigh, lost into my dark thoughts. There was no hope for this from the very beginning and I was foolish enough to let me be dragged into this degrading situation.

Sebastian stares at me with enquiring eyes, confused by my unexpected behaviour. He probably hadn't thought that I would have been so ready to throw him away once he had become an useless pieces among the others in my hand, for as cold-hearted as I am we both know that I need him more than anyone else. To be fair, neither was I expecting thigs to turn out like this. If anything, I don't even know how to proceed now, never had I planned to survive him.

Not to mention that I am totally unprepared to face the inevitable sense of loss that will surely followed his death. Just picturing my life without him waking me up every day, his ever-present shadow behind my back no longer there…that was surely a gloomy future that awaited me. No, I cannot stand it, I could never go on living without him by my side. Death wold be a more merciful fate in that case. Why wouldn't he just take my soul and be done with it?

'Sebastian!' I suddenly jump up, a strange look shining into my eyes as I speak, I turn to face him and notice how much his body has deteriorated in the few split seconds I haven't been looking at him. My eyes lose part of their brightness as I take in his weakened form.

'What is it, Bocchan?' he asks with such low voice I almost miss it. His right hand is clutching exactly where his heart would have been if he were a human being and his face appears pained.

'I…I just thought, would eating my soul restore your force and heal you?' I am unsure on how to not sound as if I am offering it as an option. I don't want him to even contemplate the idea that I might wish for him to recover so much that I'd give away my soul.

'And why would you think about that? Are you going to sacrifice the King to save a mere pawn, my Lord? I would have expected better from you'.

'Don't avoid my question, Sebastian. Would you be able to survive if you ate my soul?' I press him.

'I explicitly told you I am not going to break our contract and take your soul before time…'

'But you're breaking it anyway by dying!' I cut him off with emphasis.

'True, but I won't have to live and bear with the consequences of that'.

'But you seem to expect me to bear your death,' I state before I can stop myself.

He smiles, licking his own blood which is now dripping down his chin. 'Would that be too much for you, Ciel?'

'When did I give you permission to call me by my first name, demon? And aside from being a pain and slowing my plans down, I don't think that the loss of such a worthless servant, who is even so bold as to talk back to me, would hurt me'.

'Why are you offering me your soul then?' he asks genuinely curious.

I bite my lip, of course I cannot tell him the truth, that parting from him would be too painful for me to bear. Instead I decide to lie until the very end, there is no point in him knowing anyway, he would just make fun of me for thinking I could have been loved back by such a monster as he is.

He looks surprised when I smile and licking my lips I say 'Since you have twice clearly stated that you cannot take my soul, because of the contract that still binds us, I just couldn't resist but test you on that. Besides, I was just curious to know if, had you been able to eat my soul, that would've been enough to save you. It really must be a pity, for you to be chained to a weak being such as me and unable to obtain my soul as you had planned and more than that, having to die as the filthy dog that you are at my feet while I watch you from above. For your reference, I never meant to allow you sad excuse of a demon to consume my soul without finishing your job'.

After I finish my little speech he snarls at me and with all of his remaining strength he grabs me and forces me down on the bed below him. Droplets of blood fall down on my body, and I feel his ragged breaths on my face. 'I could actually take up your offer form before and consume your soul now, Ciel, my contract is almost gone anyway' he glances at his hand where once shone a five-pointed star marking our bond. I don't reply, my own breaths quick and short, secretly I am hoping he would do just as he has said, anything but losing him forever is fine at this point.

He could have never loved me anyway, his species is just incapable of that, I mentally tell myself. Moreover, he seems to have regained a bit of life the moment he attacked me, maybe the loath he feels for me is so strong that it can actually keep him alive even while the reapers outside have been waiting for him to dissolve for a while now. Convinced that there is no going back now, I stare up at him as his face becomes closer to mine.

'Farewell Bocchan,' his warm breath reaches my ear and as he says so his eyes lose their vitality and his body goes limp, falling hard on mine. I shake him, crying out his name, telling him not to leave me, but all is in vain. No reply is ever coming.

The skies roar out of my window but I can hear nothing if not my own despair. Hence, as the cold shadows of the night silently fall on us, the candlelight twinkles until it is absorbed into the darkness and his body dissolves into black dust. And that which was once Sebastian Michaelis, my demon butler, is no more.

A/N: I plan on writing a sequel from Sebastian POV, which should contain explicitly the reason for his death. Also, this is my first attempt at writing something truly sad and it isn't as good as I wanted it to be. Sorry if you found it uninteresting.