Claude moved the dripping hand toward himself, his lips wrapping around her torn finger. As he is so, Alice watched him, breathing deeply at the touch. Calm wasn't the word, neither was mortified. He had never tasted her blood, but he has heard him say how her soul was. He he was thriving to devour it, and blood does help keep the soul alive..
His eyes closed as his tongue swirled around the crimson liquid. He had no romantic intentions, simply duty. Yet, he felt almost responsible. As though he was the one who had caused this spill, but she wasn't that gullible, knowing that demons could hardly ever feel emotions besides hunger and hate. "Claude..." Alice looked him in the eye beyond his glasses. Her neck glowing, partially behind her ear. The binding of the contact there. That's why she had always kept her hair long and down. The more visible, the stronger the bond. "I want you to be honest with me, without hesitation..". He made a noise in response, his mind clearly focused upon his taste of the future. "That's Alois boy......"
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Marked ( a Black Butler/Claude Faustus FanFiction )
FanfictionAlice Wright had a contract formed with a 'male' named Claude Faustus, binding the two together until the contract was for filled. She knew everything about the previous contract holder, but had no idea what she was getting into. After a years worth...
