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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      Other
  Fandom:
      Kuroshitsuji_|_Black_Butler
  Relationship:
      Sebastian_Michaelis/Ciel_Phantomhive
  Character:
      Ciel_Phantomhive, Sebastian_Michaelis, Finnian_(Kuroshitsuji), Mey-Rin_
      (Kuroshitsuji), Bardroy_(Kuroshitsuji), Tanaka_(Kuroshitsuji), Elizabeth
      Midford
  Additional Tags:
      Murder, Death, Mystery, Horror, Gore, Blood, Psychological_Horror,
      Suspense, Thriller, Rape, Sex, SebaCiel_-_Freeform, dark_ciel, Torture,
      Confusion, doppleganger, twin
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-03-23 Words: 2999
****** Follow The Voices Inside ******
by IxWannaxBexAxScreamxQueen
Summary
     Ciel is being plagued at night by voices that tell him to do horrible
     things. When he refuses they torture him mentally for disobeying.
     Except this time things maybe different and have spiraled out of his
     control. Or maybe they haven't.
Notes
     This is based on a recurring dream that I have been having recently.
     I just wrote the events as they happened in my dream. So if it gets
     way too confusing. Apologies in advance. After reading what I wrote.
     I felt like my brained pulled an M. Night Shyamalan in my sleep.
     (Feel free to email me for requests.)
See the end of the work for more notes
'Ciel...Ciel...are you there?'
It was the voices again. They had been coming to him lately in his dreams. The
young earl agitatedly turned in his sleep and pulled the covers up about
himself. As if he could shake the mental chill off in his sleep.
No longer did he dream about his ruthless captors. No longer did he dream about
the dark angel with raven's wings. Advancing to his rescue. Instead he dreamed
of being drenched in blood. Yet not his own. And delighting in it.
'They don't really love you....No one does....End them...The lies....The
deceit.....'
He yanked the comforter over his head. The darkness in the room still felt
alive. As if taking shape, tendrils like reaching smoke, hovering over him.
Faces. All of their cheerful, loving, adoring faces - came to him in flashes.
Ciel loved them. All of them.
But why did his heart hurt thinking about them? Why did the voices seem so
sincere? He couldn't hurt them. All they ever did was live to serve him. But
the voices wouldn't stop.
If he ignored them for too long. They would find ways to hurt him. It could be
as simple as, bringing his regularly occurring nightmares back. Or of being
abandoned. Sebastian somehow dying or telling the boy he meant nothing.
And how he cried out! When the voices chose to torment him. They would cackle
and coo mocking words at him. Sebastian would come running to him. But unlike
the normal nightmares. The voices wouldn't fade away. Sometimes they became
louder. Even more amplified.
The demon could hold him close. So tight. He could kiss Ciel's lips til they
were swollen. Sebastian could even physically try to console him in a lustful
sort of way....
They were still there. Whispering. Laughing. Screaming. Mocking. Always mocking
the young Phantomhive Earl.
'It will stop....Just kill them....All will be quiet.'
It was maddening! He shouted in his head, as he sat up straight, throwing the
comforter off of him.
The binded eye glowing like a spirit orb as it gazed about his room. Even when
he looked into the shadows of his chambers. Nothing. There was nothing. Not
even Sebastian. If someone...If something was there. Surely the demon would
sense it.
"Tch. What childish rubbish." Ciel said with absolute disdain. After a moment
of reining in his emotions. He laid back down and closed his eyes.
In a few moments fatigue claimed his young body. But it was all for naught,
when his door creaked open, and someone stepped inside.
Ciel shot out of bed thinking it might be Sebastian. Possibly even his steward
Tanaka. If it wasn't. Then he would call for his beautiful hellhound to
attack..
What he saw. He did not expect. And though he opened his mouth to cry for help.
The sound wouldn't come. So he shut his lips and pursed them. Trying to
understand what he was seeing.....
Himself.
It was a mirror image of Ciel. Two bi colored eyes looked into his. The other
Ciel's hair was sleep moussed like his probably was. And he wore an identical
white night shirt. Except on his face was a mischievous grin.
Ciel reached out a hand, to do what, he didn't know. He was in too much
disbelief. As his reflection slipped from the doorway and into the hall.
Of course he followed after him. He needed to know what was transpiring in his
home. Why there was a second him.
As he stumbled through the doorway. The other Ciel was walking down the
staircase and was midway down when he looked up at him. Ciel bounded down the
steps two at a time.
"Who are you?! Why are you in my house?!" The earl demanded. No longer caring
if he woke anyone else up. He was the master of the house. He had a right to
know!
The other Ciel didn't answer and he was just about to call for his butler. When
the man appeared before the other.
"Are you sure about this master? Once its done. There is no turning back."
Sebastian said.
"Oh. I know. But this seems right...like cutting dead branches off of a plant."
The other smiled at him. "Do you have what I asked for?"
"What did he ask you for?! Sebastian?!" The earl demanded of his servant.
Sebastian didn't acknowledge him. Instead continued the exchange. And handed
the other Ciel a butcher knife.
"Yes." The other touched the tip and barely pressed. Blood blossomed on his
index finger. "You did a lovely job sharpening it."
"Thank you, young master." Sebastian bowed. Soft hair sweeping with the
gesture.
"Sebastian! What are you doing?!" Ciel strode over towards him, fist balled,
and went to hit the back of his skull. The servant righted his posture. As his
hand swung down. But it made no contact and instead went through the man.
"No." Ciel stumbled backward in abject horror. "No."
The other just stared at him smugly. Then almost in a skipping motion began
walking off. Away from the two of them.
How can this be? How did he dissolve through Sebastian like vapor? As if he
didn't exist...Where did the other go?
Dread filled the pit of his stomach. And he ran toward where he last saw him
heading......
The servant's quarters. And the first room was MeyRin's. The door was open and
he could see her sleeping form. She looked so peaceful laying there. A shadow
caught his attention. It was the other's. The knife gleaming in his raised
hand.
'Yes. Yes! Kill her. Kill her!' The voices chanted.
"No. Just stop!" Ciel flung himself on him, but it was much the same with
Sebastian. He went right through him. Smacking into the nightstand. A bolt of
pain going through his shoulder.
"MeyRin wake up! This is an order. Wake up!" The young boy cried. Yet she
didn't stir.
The other Ciel slashed her throat and the earl screamed in terror as she opened
her eyes. Looking into the other's and when she took in a breath. Blood gushed
out like a river. It splattered the white night shirt of the other.
He stepped away turning the knife in admiration. Then smirked as he turned on
his barefoot heels. Leaving the room. They left behind bloodied footprints.
"MeyRin...." Ciel sobbed and watched as she struggled for a breath. Altogether
becoming still.
He didn't know why, but he scurried from the room. Next it was Tanaka's room
across the hall.
The man was like his father. The only member of his original family that he had
left. Tanaka swaddled him from infancy to his first steps. Read him stories.
Nursed him back to health.
How could any version of himself do such a thing!
And poor MeyRin...his stomach lurched.
"Ciel is that you? Is everything alright?" A groggy Tanaka asked the other.
"Oh. Everything is just fine..." The other Ciel said faking a yawn. "I just
couldn't sleep."
"He's lying! Tanaka old man. I know you're not a fool!" Ciel exclaimed hoping
he would hear him. But he didn't.
As Tanaka sat up, legs dangling from the side of the bed, to assist his little
liege. The knife shimmered like a silver streak. The blade piercing his stomach
and Tanaka grunting from the pain. The other's hand slicked with blood. He
pulled the knife out just to jab it back in.
Tanaka's eyes were wide. Blood bubbling from his lips. He looked at the other,
as if asking, 'Why?' Then fell to the floor. The other Ciel just leaving him
there. Knife and all.
Sebastian entered the room, "My my. You were rather serious, weren't you? I
have to admit this sudden tenacity has caught me by surprise."
"We all have our moments Sebastian. This just happens to be mine." The other
grabbed at the butler's jacket lapels and raised himself on his tippy toes.
Sebastian grinned and leaned in closing the distance. Both of their lips
meeting. Ciel stood in the corner watching it all. A hand pressed tightly over
his mouth. Trying to hold back a wretched sob. The young Phantomhive's cheeks
covered in damp tears.
How could this be happening? It had to be a dream. The voices were torturing
him again. For refusing to obey. Weren't they? Weren't they?! The real
Sebastian would be coming to comfort him any moment.
MeyRin would try to clean the house and end up breaking expensive decor in the
process. As per usual. Then clumsily apologize to Sebastian. While she tried
not to become flustered.
Somewhere Tanaka would be preparing the carriage. So Ciel could go on some god
awful case for her majesty.
When the other Ciel pulled out of Sebastian's embrace. Then looked at the bed
side clock. It was almost time for the servants to get up.
"I need to hurry. The other two won't be easy. Tanaka and MeyRin were just warm
ups." The other Ciel said matter of factly.
"I can always do it for you, master." Sebastian said cocking his head. A cat
like smile played on his lips.
"No. Not unless I need you to." The other Ciel ran a hand through his hair. "I
do however. Need a new weapon."
Sebastian opened the deceased steward's dresser drawer and pulled out the
loaded hand gun, "I would suggest Finnian first. Unless you need the mansion
rearranged."
The other Ciel took it from him, "Sad thing is. I could get Finny to kill
Bardroy. Then dispose of him."
Ciel couldn't believe what he was hearing. He was going deeper into shock. Once
again numbly following this horrid creature that resembled him.
'More death...More bloodshed...Almost done....." The voices said encouragingly.
"Finny. Finny~ wake up. I need you to do something for me." The other Ciel
whispered as he shook the blond.
"Hmm...wha.....what...little master? What is it? You never come down here." He
said sitting up. Rubbing at his eyes.
"Its Bardroy! He has done something awful!" The other Ciel said acting afraid.
"What did he do?" Finny asked groggily.
"I can't find Sebastian. Bardroy murdered MeyRin and Tanaka." The other Ciel
sobbed.
"No he didn't! You liar! I know you can hear me!" Ciel yelled at the other. As
he watched Finnian's expression go blank and he clambered out of bed. "Finny!
Just don't...."
The gardener walked across the hall.
"You're annoying. Why don't you give in already? Its useless." The other Ciel
chuckled at the earl.
"You can see me?" Ciel said stunned beginning to believe he really couldn't.
"Of course I can. You're a hallucination. Probably my conscience trying to stop
me." The other said still irritated and wandered from the room.
"Finny what the bloody hell do you think you are doing! Get off of me!" Ciel
heard Bardroy call out. When he walked in. Finnian was on top of Bardroy, tears
running down his face.
Ciel saw the bloody knife next to the chef on the bed. His hands were stained
crimson. When Bardroy went to shove Finny off of him. The chef saw the blood
dried on his fingers.
"Where did this come from?" Bardroy asked confused. It was his last words as
Finnian grabbed his face and then twisted with little effort. The sound of
bones cracking like twigs.
The gardener let go and Bardroy's body fell back with a slight bounce.
Finnian's hands went to his face and his shoulders shook as he cried.
"You did well Finny. You were always a good boy." The other Ciel praised him.
Finny turned to stare at his master. That wasn't his master. The evil
reflection cocked the gun and pulled the trigger. Blood and brain matter
splattered all over.
Ciel turned his head, but it was too late. He could not unsee all of the
horrible acts. All of his household. The ones he considered dear to him. More
precious than his own life. Were all gone. Just like that.
"Sebastian what time is it?" The other asked the butler who stepped out of the
shadows.
"Almost seven o' clock in the morning. Why?" Sebastian asked the creature.
"I want you to call the Midfords and invite Lizzie over to spend the day.
Today. For her to arrive as soon as possible." A faraway look in his eyes. A
sadistic grin on his face. "Afterwards bathe me and clean the visible mess.
These rooms can wait."
"Yes, of course, young master." Sebastian bowed and then went to make the call.
The impostor earl was properly bathed, dressed, and given breakfast. Sebastian
went to clean any blood Lizzie could come across in the main part of the house.
As the other Ciel sat in his study eating as though nothing had happened. Ciel
had had enough. Which was an understatement. He was too angry to mourn.
"You will not hurt Elizabeth! Not like you did the others. I don't know who or
what you are. But you leave her alone!" Ciel slammed his hands on the desk.
"You never cared a bit about her anyway. Especially not when you spread your
legs for the demon and let him lay waste to you. Time and time again. It was
his name you cried. Not hers. And you relished the idea of him fucking you. The
thought of that girl...." The other chuckled, shaking his head.
"No. I could never be in love with her. But I do love her. I love her enough to
do right by her. Marry her!" Ciel yelled at him.
A loud roaring sound boomed outside as, rain began to fall in torrents.
"Well, with her gone. I am not obligated to do anything. I don't want." The
other said coolly. When there was a knock downstairs. "Excuse me. I have a
date."
The evil reflection was halfway down the stairs, when Sebastian opened the door
to greet Lizzie. She was a little wet, but her umbrella, which the butler took
as he closed the door. Had kept her mostly dry.
"Ciel! I was so excited to hear that you wanted to see me! I almost couldn't
believe it!" She squealed.
Ciel stood a few steps behind him. As he took his last knowing glances at
Lizzie. The way her face lit up, hair bounced as she giggled, and...and...his
heart broke. He would never marry her. He would never give her children. Never
do those things to make up for what he couldn't be. In love with her.
Soon she too would be a corpse. At the hand of this doppelganger. Who stole his
life and called him the hallucination. The one who massacred his household. And
put his body all over his lover. He couldn't even watch the bath.
Instead he stayed on his bed sobbing. As he heard that vile life stealer
moaning as Sebastian fucked him like a hungry slut.
"I just missed you is all." The other said stepping off the last stair. A cane
in hand.
"Really?! I have so many ideas of what we can do together today." She giggled.
"So do I. Shall we go upstairs and decide then?" He offered her his arm and she
eagerly took it.
When they passed Ciel on the stairs. The other winked at him without Lizzie
seeing the gesture.
And for a long moment he couldn't force himself to move from that spot. What
was the point? He couldn't save her. When he heard the first scream he winced
and then she screamed again. Calling his name.
Ciel's fists shook at his side and tears ran down his hot cheeks.
"You're hurting me! Ciel! Ciel! Ciel!!!" Lizzie screamed.
Ciel pounded up the stairs and into his bedroom. Lizzie was on his bed and the
other was on top of her. Making thrusting motions. Both of them still clothed.
Lizzie's undergarments on the floor.
He had her arms pinned above her head and she couldn't stop crying. She was
whimpering. And trembling. As his movements became harsher and there was wet
smacking sounds between her legs.
"Shut up! You wanted to be a couple right? This is what they do. Now do your
duty and take my cock like a good girl." The other said as his thrusts became
deeper and more erratic.
Lizzie no longer screamed, but she continued to cry. Ciel knew she was
resigning to make " him" happy.
"Ahmmm~ mmph!" He pumped a few times and came inside her.
She was weeping uncontrollably. When he let go of her and climbed off the bed
to straighten his clothing. Lizzie hurled herself at him, but her attack was
short lived. The other picked a small statue of the mantle and bashed her in
the head.
The instant it made contact with her skull. She was dead and falling to the
floor.
Ciel could no longer stand it and lunged at the other. In that moment out of
pure determination. They became one in body and started fighting for dominance.
But Ciel won out. Taking the gun from his ankle holster and shooting himself.
It seemed like he was floating in darkness forever. When he heard Sebastian
calling his name. And trying to get him to wake up. When he opened his eyes
they stung and his body was on fire. Almost like he was melting.
"Master. Are you okay?" Sebastian looked worried.
"Is the young lord going to be alright?" Finny asked in a high pitched voice.
Sebastian? Finny? Finny was dead.
"Oh no! He must've been infected by that nasty fever goin'round!" MeyRin
exclaimed nervously.
MeyRin?
"I will make him some soup and he will be right as rain!" Bardroy cheerfully
shouted as he ran from the room.
"Master. We need to get you to bed." Sebastian said, but he looked so blurry.
Ciel couldn't comprehend what was going on and welcomed back that blackness
that went on forever.
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