Black Cat's Diaries Series: 1888

XIII: Blue Dog: Earl of Phantomhive

"Mice amused him, but he usually considered them too small game to be taken seriously; I have seen him play for an hour with a mouse and let him go with a royal condescension."

-Charles Dudley Warner

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2nd Week of December 1888:

London, England

[Headquarter]

Early Morning.

Yesterday was just a mild case of hypothermia.

I cried myself to sleep.

I dreamt about them.

My parents having a cup of  tea, while Grandad was sipping a cup of coffee as he stroked his beard.

Next to them Madame Red was laughing as she attended her red roses and red spider lilies.

Then, I searched for him but I couldn't find him.

Where are you?

I woke up with tears on my eyes.

They told me to smile, so I did.

"Achoo!" I sneezed.

I sat up and yawned.

Smile for us.

I sat up and looked outside.

As I was thinking about last night's event, I touched the spot where my head faced the pavement. It doesn't hurt.

The door opened, without my permission.

What if I was naked? That would never happen.

"Khaine what were you thinking last night," Adrian stormed inside the room and stood at the foot of the bed.

He stared at me with his usual golden-green eyes but there's a hint of red in them this time.

Consciously, I covered myself with the blanket.

What was he thinking barging in like that. I'm still in my bedgown.

He seemed mad about last night.

Last night was an impulse. Or retribution?

"I was saving the boy," I said as I took all my hair and put in on one side.

I stared at him.

I'm not going to blink.

I'm going to win this argument.

Then I felt an itch on my eye and scratch it.

Damnation! I lost. Where's Ariel? She usually wakes me up.

"If you were dead," he spoke softly.

There's a crease on his brows as he looked down on the floor.

He looked back at me and shouted, "What will happen to your hard labour? They would be left to waste. Have you ever thought about that. What about Ariel? Me?" He slammed the door shut as he left.

"What was he mad about? I did the right thing didn't I?" I mumbled.

I knew it was stupid of me last night. I should apologize for making them worry about me. I have no problem with death.

Death was my fate.

I put a coat over my gown and wore the boots that I hid under my bed.