That night he again had nightmares, similar to those, which were tormenting him for some time. Tall, black, slightly blurred silhouettes around him, shrouded in heavy fog all around and strange whispers. In his heart appeared terribly strong desire to scream. He felt that this feeling will explode in him soon, but despite desperate trials, he couldn’t utter any, even the faintest sound. Mysterious shapes came closer. He felt stabbing pain and saw stains of blood. Of his blood.
Ciel woke up whole in cold sweat. He sat on bed and looked around nervously. Fortunately, it was just another, bad dream.
It was middle of the night, the room would be in completely darkness, if there wasn’t pale moonlight, coming through the window.
The boy hid face in his hands and tried to breathe slowly to calm his fast beating heart.
Those nightmares enfeebled him, standing them was over his head. He wondered, when they will go away, whether he will be able to sleep calmly again.
He slowly went to the window and looked at winter landscape outside, with his cold look. Snow was falling continuously for several hours.
The memories from that terrible month were still haunting him. As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw moments form those days, heard muffled, desperate cries and sometimes it seemed to him, that he felt blow’s pain on his skin.
He wished to forget for a while, to run away from it even for one, short, miserable moment. But it didn’t disappear. It has left its painful impress on him, which stayed with him for whole life.
The first days after memorable return to the mansion were for Ciel incredibly hard. Looking at each day through lived moments. And living with consciousness that, noting will be as before.
He had seen and experienced too many cruel things, that humans can do to others; people, or rather beasts in human form, whose purpose was to inflict him a dreadful pain, make him scream in tortures, cover his body in numerous wounds and his crimson blood and at the end deprive him of life. It totally changed him. Once a cheerful boy, now he couldn’t even smile. Life had lost its former beauty.
Ciel was standing there for almost an hour, but he didn’t feel that it took so long. Suddenly he felt a terrible fatigue. He was about to go asleep, but he couldn’t stop watching silver snowflakes, falling randomly. Finally, fatigue prevailed and boy silently laid under the quilt and laid his head on pillow. A tear flowed down slowly from his eye.
When he fell asleep, lulled by the quiet sound of snowstorm raging outside, the nightmares came again.
In the morning dream was interrupted by calm voice of Sebastian, who just went into the room, repeating melodic:
-Young master… Young master…
Count opened his eyes heavily. When he saw staring at him, butler’s blood-red eyes, he quickly moved back with undisguised fear.
-Easy, it’s just me- said the demon, then grabbed the ornate, porcelain teapot and poured tea into small cup.
Ciel looked at butler with his wary gaze.
-What happened? – asked Sebastian when he saw pale, full of horror and daze face of his master.
- No… nothing…- answered the boy, having already calmed down after a short time, and then he approached the edge of bed. He sighed heavily.
-Again nightmares?- said butler scornfully.
Ciel looked straight into his eyes, in a second with gaze telling: “None of your business”. Sebastian replied this with slight, mocking smile- he guessed the answer.
He loved that game.