"Where could he possibly be?" Annabelle breathed in worry. "In the hands of a Greater Demon like Andrew, Ciel's in so much danger."
Sebastian bit his inner lip. I have failed in protecting you this time, Young Master, he thought regrettably. But we will find you.
"Sebastian, what should we do?" she demanded, her azure eyes glistening with worry. "Can you track him through the Contract?"
The demon closed his eyes and tried to follow the trail of the scent left upon Ciel Phantomhive from the Faustian Contract that bound the two together… only to find a dead end.
"I'm afraid not," he said, looking at her with darkened red eyes. "Andrew Hawkins has managed to put up a block around the Young Master, preventing me from finding him."
"Oh, this is terrible," Anna stated sadly, pacing around, "I can't track him either. Sebastian, you head to the Druton Estate to see if you can get any clues of where Andrew usually resides. I'll leave a note for Fang in my room informing him what has happened. In the meantime, I'll go out and try to see what I can dig up around the city. If either of us finds anything, immediately let the other know through the Blood Contract."
Sebastian nodded. "Be careful, Anna," he warned warily, "you already know what Andrew is capable of. Don't underestimate him."
The angel nodded, shivering at the memory of the Greater Demon nearly raping her. "You be careful too," she agreed. "We need to find Ciel as soon as we can. The faster we get to him, the more chance there is that he'll be fine when we get to him. Let's go."
The snow is so heavy, Anna thought bitterly as she carefully navigated through the skies of London, soaring over dozens of buildings, searching for any signs or clues that would lead her to the missing young earl. Hopefully Sebastian's doing better than me.
"Sebastian, do you have anything yet?" she called through the Blood Bond. "Have you arrived at the Druton Estate yet?"
"At the moment I'm heading to the Ridley Estate," he answered. "I was informed by Lord Druton that Andrew Hawkins is in fact the head butler of Lord Mitch Ridley, and that if I wanted to find him, it would be there."
"Should I meet you there?" Anna asked.
"No," he responded sternly, "there are no guarantees that Lord Ridley knows the whereabouts of his butler. And it wouldn't make any sense if Andrew just brought the Young Master there. Keep searching, Annabelle. If you find anything, alert me."
"You too," she agreed, and she looked around, landing swiftly on a rooftop, shivering slightly at the cold.
"It's definitely a lot colder than I imagined," she murmured, pulling her coat around her tighter. "I'll definitely be making some hot chocolate when we all get back safely to the estate."
Spreading her wings, she inhaled the cold air and used her power to reach out throughout the depths of London, searching for the faintest sign of Earl Ciel Phantomhive. Squeezing her eyes tightly, she widened her search perimeter, going beyond the boundaries of the city, but still to no avail.
Sighing heavily, she relaxed, being able to see her breath in the cold frozen air.
"Oh Ciel… please be alright," she sighed, silently praying that the young earl was unharmed. "Hopefully Sebastian's having better luck than I am."
Is it possible that Lord Ridley knows that his butler is a Greater Demon? Sebastian wondered as he reached the door of the grand estate. Could he have made a Faustian Contract with him like I have with Annabelle and the Young Master?
He rapped on the door twice, and moments later the door opened, a young maid peeking through, a blush on her face as she saw Sebastian.
"H-Hello…" she greeted shyly, her chocolate eyes darting anxiously from Sebastian's to the ground. "I-It's awfully cold outside to be travelling. W-Would you like to come in where it's warm and discuss your business inside?"
The demon shook his head. "I am only here shortly," he said curly, his nose twitching slightly with a sickly sweet smell emitting through the door.
"O-Oh, well, t-then what business do you have with the Ridley Manor?" she stammered, trapped within his ruby gaze.
Sebastian dipped his head, ignoring the strange scent. "I was wondering whether the butler Andrew Hawkins was in today?" he questioned with an innocent smile.
"I-I'm afraid not," the maid replied, dazzled by Sebastian's red eyes, "he's been absent all day by leave of Master Ridley. I don't think any of the other servants have a clue either about where he is. I hope he's alright…"
Hmmm… a dead end, the demon thought dully, his thoughts growing a little fuzzy. I hope that demon rots. Ah well, no leads here then either.
"W-Would you like me to pass on a message to him upon his return for you?" she asked hopefully, breaking into the demon's thoughts.
Sebastian shook his head. "No thank you," he said, bowing. "I apologize for troubling you. Good day, Miss." He turned to leave, and his lips curled into a frown.
"No luck here, Anna," he told his angel. "According to one of the maids, he's absent by leave of Lord Ridley. I'm starting to wonder whether Lord Ridley knows that his butler is a Greater Demon, because this seems a little too coincidental."
"There are no such things as coincidences, Sebastian," she warned. "As of what we've seen of Andrew Hawkins, I don't think I'd put it past him as a 'coincidental' kind of demon. In any case, I'm not having much luck either right now. I've expanded my search throughout all of London as well as the farthest outskirts of the city, and I can't find any trace of Ciel or the demon. Just where could he have taken him?"
Sebastian sighed. "No matter what, we need to keep looking," he said. "I'll go to Undertaker to see if he might know anything. Keep searching. I won't give up until I find my Young Master."
"Understood," she agreed. "Update me if you find something."
After their communication ended, Sebastian found his head thumping with a weak pulse as he stumbled away from the estate.
"W-What the hell is happening to me?" he groaned, placing a hand on his suddenly-aching head. "I've only felt like this before when-"
He cut himself off, realizing what had happened. It seems Andrew Hawkins had been prepared for him, and had tainted the main inner doorway of the mansion with a unique Lesser-Demon drug that would render any Lesser Demon unconscious for up to twenty-four hours depending on the drug concentration.
"Dammit," Sebastian swore quietly as he collapsed into the snow, his vision swirling to black, "I fell for such a stupid… simple… trick…"
The Phantomhive demon butler was knocked out, unconscious in the middle of a heavy snowstorm, snow beginning to pile up on top of him very quickly. Things just got a lot more complicated…
Anna shivered, standing on the top of another building.
"Where could he have taken you, Ciel?" she murmured, her voice filled with concern. "At least you'll have the Dagger of Light to protect you if you need it…."
Her voice trailed off as she realized what she just said. "Wait! That's it!" she gasped. "The Dagger of Light lives within Ciel now! If I can track the Dagger of Light, I'll find Ciel!"
Her angelic powers reached out to find the dagger's magical signature and instantly locked onto it, tracking it to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town.
"Sebastian! Sebastian, I found him!" she told the demon excitedly through the Blood Bond. "He's in some abandoned warehouse just outside London!"
She heard no reply from him, and this got her worried.
"Sebastian?" she implored, "Can you hear me? Sebastian, you'd better not be joking around, cause this isn't funny!"
… Still no response.
"Sebastian, in the name of the Contract, I order you to answer me!" Anna demanded fearfully, waiting for the demon's witty reply… but none came.
Immediately Anna couldn't help but fear the worst.
Sebastian, you'd better not be dead! She thought horrendously. You can't die! Don't leave me and Ciel behind!
"No, no, don't think that," she told herself in reassurance. "I've got to think through this calmly."
Anna bit her lip, thinking up some logical reasoning. "Okay, if Sebastian's been knocked out by this Greater Demon, then he should be at the same place where Ciel's being held," she deducted. "Either way, Ciel's still in the greater danger. I have to help him."
Put the subject before your own personal feelings, she reminded herself. Wherever you are, Sebastian, I hope you're alright. I'm sorry, but I'm sure you'd agree with what I must do.
With a heavy heart, Annabelle Phantomhive spread her heavenly wings and took off to the skies to rescue her descendant Ciel Phantomhive.
"T-This is it…" Anna murmured, looking at the old warehouse, the decaying wooden boards cracked and torn. "I can sense him inside."
In one swift movement, the angel broke down the front door of the warehouse to find Ciel locked inside a cage, still unconscious, but with Andrew Hawkins nowhere to be seen.
"Ciel!" she gasped, running to him, but the cage shocked her hands when she tried to touch the metal bars. "Oww… Shoot, this is a demonic cage, constructed from metal forged with the fires of hell. How in the world am I going to get you out of here?"
Without warning, there was a dark flash before Anna felt something small and sharp stab into her throat, and once she whirled to attack, it was already too late. She collapsed to her knees, pain racking her body, and before her stood Andrew Hawkins, standing over her with a devilish smile on his face triumphantly.
"You've exceeded my expectations, Anna," he told her, throwing aside the now-empty syringe he had in his hand. "I did not expect you to find us so quickly."
"W-What did you do to me?" she demanded, the muscles and nerves in her body tightening and refusing to move, except for the nerves in her face.
He grabbed her under the chin, tilting her head up to look at him. "I've injected you with a paralyzing drug," he said. "It should render you completely helpless, as well as drain all of your strength. Oh, and don't expect that Lesser Demon Sebastian to come to save you anytime either, he should be unconscious right now."
Anna's eyes widened. "What did you do to him?" she accused.
"Simple," he replied arrogantly, "I knew he'd probably track my whereabouts to the Ridley Manor, so I placed a special drug around the main entrance that would render him unconscious for the next little while."
Inside, the angel was relieved that the demon she loved was not dead, but now a new fear rose within her. She was alone in saving Ciel this time.
Andrew raised an eyebrow as his eyes skimmed over Anna's form. "Interesting," he noted, "you have a faint demon scent on you." It didn't take him long to figure out what had happened. "Ah… I see… Sebastian slept with you. Very interesting indeed… So tell me, Anna…"
"What?" she spat. "I'm not telling you anything!"
He smiled darkly at her. "Did you enjoy his tender embraces?" he interrogated, "Enjoy the heat of his kiss? The warm electrifying pulses of his touch?"
The angel knew very well that he was trying to provoke her. "Shut up!" she yelled at him, refusing to play into his little mind game.
"W-What's going on?" Ciel murmured, stirring awake. In sudden realization of where he was, he snapped up into a sitting position, snarling at Andrew. He had no idea that this was the Greater Demon that had caused so much trouble for his inhuman servants. "W-Where am I? Who are you?" Noticing Anna, he growled, "Don't you know who I am? I am Ciel Phantomhive! How dare you capture me like this!"
Andrew chuckled darkly. "So, this is the soul that Sebastian is so fond of," he commented. "I am Andrew Hawkins, the Greater Demon who has defeated both the angel and demon who claim to protect you."
"Anna!" Ciel snapped, "Get me out of here this instant!"
"She would love to," the Greater Demon taunted as he kicked the angel over onto her side, "however, she cannot, as she has been paralyzed." He laughed triumphantly, pulling out a sharp knife from within his coat and plunging it into her leg sadistically.
Anna cried out in pain as he twisted it further into her thigh.
"This is highly entertaining," Andrew cackled sadistically as he ripped it from her body, licking the blood off the silver blade. "I should have thought of this a millennia ago. Who would have known that an angel, a human boy, and a lousy Lesser Demon could keep me so amused?"
The young earl growled lowly, trying to formulate an escape plan. But even he knew that escape would be nearly impossible due to the condition Anna was in.
Ciel, her pain-filled voice broke through his musings, Ciel, call out the Dagger of Light I gave you.
He looked at the angel in confusion, meeting her pained eyes.
That dagger I gave you after the Phantomhive manor was attacked by Ash and Angela! She reminded hurriedly. That dagger has a lot of powerful angelic energy embedded into it, and should be able to destroy the cage! I have only a little strength left, but I think I can fly us out of here to safety. Please, hurry!
Ciel closed his eyes and thought of the jewelled dagger that Anna had bestowed upon him, and there was a brilliant flash of light.
Andrew shielded his eyes. "AARGH! What is this?" he screeched as the light had seared his eyes.
The next thing the young earl knew, the silver Dagger of Light appeared in his hand, and instantly he slashed furiously at the iron bars, causing them to instantly be cut into pieces. Ciel Phantomhive was free.
"What?" the Greater Demon howled, "NO!"
Anna instantly pushed herself off the ground with her good leg, crashing against Ciel as she gathered him up quickly before sweeping off out of the warehouse and into the stormy skies. Finally recovering from being temporarily blinded, Andrew ran out after them and watched as they flew away, a sadistic smirk creeping onto his face.
"Things have most certainly gotten more interesting," he murmured. "Looks like I've underestimated the both of you. That will definitely be something I won't be doing again. Well then, time to plan for my next phase of action…"
Anna's breaths came out in heavy pants as she forced her paralyzed muscles to work.
"Anna! Take me home this instant!" Ciel demanded.
"I-I know," she panted. "I-I'm trying."
The pain of fighting against the paralyzing drug took a heavy toll on her body, and her strength had finally run out. It had already been hard to fly with the drug in her system, but it wasn't helping that they were flying in the midst of a huge snowstorm with heavy winds. Limply, her wings ceased to flap, wrapping around both of them as they barrelled out of the sky and into the hard ground covered with snow, crashing by the Thames River.
Sorry Ciel, Anna thought, but this is as far as I can go…
Anna winced in pain as she had taken the full brunt of the crash, and found Ciel unconscious in her embrace from the hard impact. Her face contorted with pain as she could feel the snow already begin to build up on top of her wings. She also could feel the coldness of the snow seep into the wound on her leg, running her blood cold and freezing her from the inside out. She knew that her body had already began to protect itself, hiding her presence from anyone who tried to find her through it. Now she only hoped that someone she trusted would be able to find her... somehow...
"N-Not good…" she rasped, her eyes slipping closed with exhaustion, her breath riding on a single word before she fell unconscious, "S-Sebastian…"