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Behind Towering Walls ~ a TBwtL Spin-Off

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Behind Towering Walls ~ a TBwtL Spin-Off

This chapter is for a little clarification as to what went on whilst you were in the church. I really had to rush through that part, and didn’t get to put in everything I wanted so that I could keep Chapter Three at a decent length, (though still a lot longer than I’d expected XD)
Now you’ll get to read on about what exactly happened in the one place your loyal butlers dared not follow. In the last place you saw one of your most loyal servants alive. In that very place that lies behind those towering walls.


As you stepped over the threshold into that towering, holy building, the pale gray of the stone walls enveloping you in their stoic embrace, you couldn’t keep at bay the odd sense of nerves and worry that washed over you, sending an all too cold chill down your spine.
It wasn’t like you’d never been here before. Ever since you had been but a small child, you’d come to this exact church with your parents and twin sister, though in those days you’d been little more than a holy terror, refusing to stay quiet and sit still, not comprehending the reason for it all. But now, you knew all too well, the reasons behind visiting this hallowed place, leaving you to stand humbly amongst the polished marble floors and the low light of the flickering candles.
Though, you didn’t come for the sake of your own soul, as you were certain most assumed. No, you came to pray for your enemies, for when you got your hands on those that had made you suffer so badly those three and a half years ago, not even God Himself would recognize their mangled remains.
At the thought of the bloodied, twisted flesh beneath your crimson stained fingers, the heady scent and slick touch of ruby all about you, a small twitch of a smile tugged upon the corners of your lips, the sight beautiful and deadly amidst your porcelain skin and (h/l) (h/c) locks, the tresses bouncing ever so slightly in their curled masses.
The sudden shout of an all too familiar voice caught your attention, drawing you away from your inner reverie, and with the slightest whisper of a sigh leaving your lips, you turned to face the identical (e:c) gems that were dancing brightly from within the mirror image of your own face, though decidedly much less troubled than you yourself were. “(F/n)! (F/n), over here! Sit with me, please?”
Bouncing happily in her seat not ten feet away was the bubbly figure of your twin, (f:n), her smile wide and pleased at the mere sight of you standing there, much like when the two of you had been children. Once more she waved in your direction, her (e:c) orbs flashing brightly with eager anticipation, the slight figure of her body leaning gently over the back of the pew, her other delicate hand lightly gripping the smooth wood.
For a moment, you truly did contemplate walking over to sit at her side, the (h:c) haired girl seated next to you being a flashback to a much simpler time. You had even gone so far as to take an almost confident step in the direction of your twin, her (h:l) (h:c) locks gently swaying as she nodded her head in encouragement, the widest grin you’d seen upon her face in a long time slowly spreading across her features at your movement.
But then, seated at (f:n)’s side, turned the very creature you were most loathe to see on this of all days. Deep azure sparked coldly out from within her perfect features, her long, pale blond locks pulled back into an elegant braid, with not a strand out of place, the pale blue elegance of the gown she wore accenting her divine grace and beauty absolutely heavenly, though the very sight of that damned maid had your blood turn to ice and your stomach churning with unease.
In that one brief moment, you shifted the direction you had been stepping in, ever so slightly angling your feet so that your destination, rather than the pew several rows in where your twin sat next to the horrid creature she called a maid, was instead the pew at the very back of the church, where no others resided, leaving you in absolute peace. Out of the corner of your lone (e/c) sphere you watched as her features became crestfallen and a heavy, saddened sigh left her lips with a faintly whispered sentence, lips moving ever so slightly as she turned away, facing the alter once more whilst more words were exchanged between herself and Clarissa.
For the briefest flash of a moment, you felt the ugly face of envy rear up within you at the sight of one of the most hated beings in your life so close to your flesh and blood, but you quickly smothered the feelings that churned and bubbled inside, thanks to years of practice at hiding what you truly felt. Flashing that she-devil one last spiteful glower, you finally turned away from the vile sight, angling your body to face straight ahead whilst you gently bowed your head, (e/c) gem slowly closing to be swallowed by the shadows that dwelt within your mind.
Softly you began to speak the words inside of your dark and chaotic thoughts that were meant to be heard by God alone, your lips moving ever so slightly with each phrase whilst beautiful, bloodstained images flashed within your twisted mind; images of bodies and corpses so mangled and broken that not a single recognizable feature remained, naught but the thick, hot flow of freshly spilled blood and the salty, metallic scent of it all wafting about you.
Long, silent moments passed by unknowingly to your unfocused senses, the sounds of the other patrons laughing and talking quietly amongst themselves all too distant, the only thing alive to you in that time being the brilliant crimson stained scenes flashing in your mind’s eye and the faint, sweet scent of the burning candles, granting a holy sense to your softly spoken prayers. Truly, you felt as though you were lost to all else save for those words flitting with wild abandonment through your thoughts, not even conscious of the wooden bench beneath your fingers, nor the chill breeze that wafted through the corridor as another person slipped into the congregation.
Though, when another form slid into the pew mere inches from your own body, as silent as a shadow, it was the heat that drifted between the both of your bodies that drew your attention first. But, rather than allow the interruption to break your focus, you remained still and silent, hoping that whomever sat besides you would decide not to bother you and move away. Time stretched on as you continued your prayers, though the being at your side made no movement, remaining seated and still, the warmth radiating off of their body seeping lightly through your gown and sending a shiver down your spine.
And then, all of a sudden, that short distance between the two of you was crossed when gentle, soft fingers caressed upon your own, making your lone (e/c) gem fly open in pure disbelief and surprise. Swift as a blade you whipped your piercing gaze around, intent on flinging a harsh glare and even harsher words at whatever fool thought themselves worthy to touch you without your permission.
But, upon seeing those familiar warm hazel orbs and that soft head of messy brown locks, the scowl vanished from your features, replaced with a warm, relieved smile, mirroring the easy grin he always wore upon his gentle features.
Benjamin sat seated next to you, gazing ever so gently upon your soft smile with his ever warm hazel spheres, his cheeks tinted the faintest of pinks from the chill outside. And it was in that moment; that brief flicker of a moment that the two of you sat staring at one another in soft, comfortable silence that an overwhelming urge took ahold of you.
In an instant, you had thrown your arms lightly around the brown haired boy’s shoulders, leaning into the embrace until your delicate form was pressed ever so slightly against his chest, whilst your single (e/c) orb widened in shock and wonder at the suddenness of your actions. You could feel him stiffen up beneath you, his muscles freezing at the sudden contact, heart rate doubling into a wild pace whilst he trembled against you.
A soft, forced giggle left your lips as you pulled away, fully conscious of the heat that faintly lingered in your cheeks, the silence that lie between mistress and servant stretching on for several long, agonizing minutes, during which you vaguely wondered whether or not he’d leave after such an awkward moment. With such a dead quiet lying stagnant between the two of you, you decided to break the silence, your words but the ghost of a whisper upon the warm air drifting through the church. “Benjamin. What brings you here?”
In spite of the distant and curt way you addressed him, you could tell he could see the hidden warmth behind your words in the way his hazel orbs softened, their depths gently peering into your own single (e/c) orb in that soul-searching way they always did, his demeanor once more relaxed in your presence. “Nothing much, miss. I had a hunch you’d be here about now, so I thought I’d drop by and see how you were, after the other day.”
“I’m fine, thank you Benjamin. How’re you settling in at your new job? Felix told me you were doing well, but you know me. I’m never satisfied unless I know myself for certain.” Speaking as softly and carefully as before, you hid the way his concern touched you ever so deeply, but you couldn’t stop it from bringing that soft smile once more upon your lips, Benjamin’s warm gaze lighting up at that lone expression on your face, his own grin widening ever so slightly, making your heart flutter faintly within the cage of your ribs.
A moment of silence passed between the two of you, during which you could’ve sworn you saw something dark dance deep within the hazel pools of your servant’s normally bright orbs, though just as quickly it faded, leaving you to stare once more into those comforting depths, your worries seeming more than a world away. Returning your smile with a lazed grin, he tilted his head ever so slightly and let the words languidly tumble from his tongue, speaking to you as easily as if you were both equals, a fact you were most grateful for. “Well, Felix was right. I’m doing well, and I should have more info for you in another couple days. This is actually one of the nicest jobs I’ve had in a few months. You aren’t coddling me, are you, miss?”
“Me? Coddle one of my servants? You must be out of your mind, Benjamin. I do not coddle. Nor do I pamper, baby, or give undue praise. This just happened to be a nicer setup than most, that’s all. But, I am glad that you’ve settled in nicely. You’re a damned hard worker, and an even better servant.” Out from your lungs tumbled a breathy giggle, his every word making you feel light and airy, bringing a calm ease to your senses that had long been absent. Relaxed and comfortable, you gently leaned back against the wooden pew, resting your elbows upon the smooth surface, whilst you stared sweetly at your trusted servant with your lone (e/c) orb, the wide brim of your sapphire hued hat nearly obscuring the brunette boy from view.
With smile widening at the compliments you paid him, Benjamin mirrored your relaxed pose, his back softly resting against the pew whilst his warm hazel orbs not once left your face. Absentmindedly he ran his fingers through the shimmering strands of his clean hair, his cheeks lightly flushed and his grin now bashful. “You pay me far too many compliments, miss. I only do as I’m instructed. So, if anyone here deserves praise, it’s you.”
“Benjamin… I don’t deserve any such thing. Far too often, I make you uncomfortable. What sort of mistress does that?” Those sweetly spoken words struck a chord deep within your shadowed heart, and a sudden wave of weariness crashed down upon you, leaving you worn and bitter, your single (e/c) gem closing as your brows pulled down in aggravation.
Of all things, you knew how you affected others. Most times, it didn’t faze you in the least, in fact, you much preferred that those bothersome, pathetic creatures leave you be. But, when it came to your most trusted servants and Allies, you wished often that they didn’t feel repelled by your presence.
Especially Benjamin. After the other night, it was plain to you how he felt; how uncomfortable your sin stained presence made the hazel sphered boy. The way he flinched away when your skin touched upon his, the way he was all too eager to flee from your side, the way… he never spoke to you longer than he had to….
“Miss, you never make me uncomfortable. I just… wasn’t comfortable with those idiotic thugs only a hallway and a room away. I’m not good with a blade like yourself. Never have been. So my instinct is to run.” Though he had taken a moment to contemplate his words, those gently spoken syllables were just as welcome to you as if they’d been uttered but a second after you’d uttered your own worries.
Another quiet moment slipped past, the sounds of the patrons mingling in the background mixing with the soft sounds of the both of you breathing steadily,  giving the atmosphere a sense ease, though even that sound feeling couldn’t erase the overwhelming feeling of insecurity that danced within your breast, the sense that of a hand slowly twisting your heart.
“So, you find me to be a good mistress?” You hadn’t meant for those fearful words to escape your lungs, slipping out from your tongue as but a breath, near silent in the dull din of the background. Even you yourself had barely managed to snatch those words from the air itself, so you had no reason to suspect that Benjamin had heard a thing.
But the light and comforting touch of the skin of his fingers whispering across yours told you otherwise, making your heart once again dance within your chest, butterflies tickling within your stomach as they flew about, while a soft, gentle grin slowly played upon the corners of your lips, returning the smile you’d worn so easily earlier, your (e/c) orb parting to once again take in the sight of his joyful face. “I could wish for none better, miss. Now, I’ve remembered that there’s somewhere I have to be. If you’ll excuse me…”
Quickly he arose from the bench, that ever present grin upon his lips and his hazel gems dancing with warmth and life as he waited for your farewell to reach his ears, the sweetness of his actions making you smile wider than you had in years. A look of wonder flashed within his eyes, mixed with another emotion you couldn’t place, though, with the way his stare softened before he turned away, leaving you to shout the words softly at his retreating figure. “Goodbye, Benjamin! And thank you…”
“Farewell, miss! The thanks are mine! And you can expect a letter from me in but a few days!” The words flew from his lazily grinning lips as he gave you one final glance, his brown locks gently tousled by the breeze wafting through the ancient oak doors, whilst those sweet, warm hazel orbs drank in the sight of you for but a single moment longer, before he slipped outside and was lost from view.
A gentle sigh fell from your lightly parted lips, your body gently reclining against your seat, whilst your heart continued to race away within your chest, making you bring trembling fingers to rest upon the velvet sapphire fabric hiding the flesh underneath, your (e/c) eye half lidded in quiet contemplation. So often you took his gentle encouragement and ever present smile for granted, but today was different. Today, you truly appreciated him for all that he was and all that he did.
For Benjamin was the only one that saw you for all that you were, even counting Felix, accepting both the good, and the bad, despite how horrifying it could be.
Movement out of the corner of your eye caught your attention, drawing you from your inner musings, only to find one of the last things you’d ever want happening at that very moment. Because striding towards you as confidently and purposefully as the queen herself was Clarissa, her deep blue orbs narrowed to thin lines, the very depths of winter’s dead chill glistening within those otherwise gorgeous spheres, sending a cold shiver down your spine.
And, as much as you wished that the demon hidden behind that angel’s face would simply pass you by and leave you to your prayers and dark, twisted reveries, deep down you knew exactly what she’d do next.
Which was slip into the very same pew you sat upon, taking her seat at your side, her pale blue gown lightly brushing against your own deep azure folds of fabric, despite her clear desire to keep her skin just out of your reach. Which left about a foot and a half between yourself and the lithe, graceful creature, the very cruel hearted beast whose lovely deep blue orbs you desired to tear free from her delicate, picturesque face at that very moment.
Though Clarissa sat at your side, not once did that searing cold stare of hers scorch over you, her azure gems remaining focused upon the alter and patrons just ahead, the sheer audacity of here actions already bringing your temper to a head.
After all, if she was going to come over here to bother you, she could at least face you when the insults began to fly. For you knew this woman, far better than she thought, after years of observation and infuriating words shared between the two of you, and by now you knew that there’d be only one reason for her to approach you like this.
And the next words to leave her lungs proved your suspicions right.
“Are you certain that someone such as yourself should be here, Lady (l/n)? This is a place of worship, after all. Not exactly a place for lowly, unholy creatures such as yourself.” The cold, lifeless tone to her voice sent a shock through you, completely wiping away the calm left in Benjamin’s wake, leaving naught but a searing, writhing flame of spiteful hatred burning within your breast, a flame that you fully intended to unleash upon the pale blond that had so rudely interrupted your prayers with her pointed words.
So you turned to gaze upon her, her lovely, shapely face with the full, ruby lips and the delicate, turned up nose, her large, beautiful azure orbs framed ever so gently by that long, corn silk blond hair, though you knew she refused to see you, no matter how close the two of you sat together. So, inching closer, you leaned in until your lips were brushing ever so gently upon the delicate skin of her ear, and then you spoke. “I could say the same of you, bitch. Just what exactly are you doing over here tormenting me with your bothersome voice, anyway? Aren’t you supposed to be my sister’s keeper?”
In spite of the fact that you spoke in but a whisper, each and every word you uttered was harsh, animalistic, edged in venom and spite, meant to make the very blood within that damned maid’s veins turn to ice and force her to leave you to your designs. Were Felix here, he would have been proud of the fierce way you unleashed your barbed tongue upon the wretched woman, from th elegant phrasing to the harsh insults, each and every uttered word would have met with dark approval from the demon.
Sadly though, the only reaction you got from Clarissa was the slight raising of her eyebrow, her crimson red lips pulling together in a thin, angered line, the only revelations as to how very much your words and presence at her side bothered her. “I watch over the girl, yes, and keep her safe from you and your ilk. Though I’d much rather return to my original question: why are you here? Do you truly believe that you, of all people, should sit calmly behind these hallowed walls, especially after all of the sin that has touched upon your skin and been spewed within you, turning your very soul as black as pitch? What makes an unworthy, unclean, unwanted wretch like you believe yourself worthy of God’s graces?”
You could do naught but sit there, frozen in abject horror, and the longer that those foul, horrid words left her throat, the harder you found it to move, to breath, until all you could do was stare, your lone (e/c) gem wide in disbelief, your lungs refusing to draw in any more of the warm, sweetly scented air that wafted about, such a harsh contrast to the damning words that left Clarissa’s tongue.
But, it would seem that your inability to respond was not enough to stop the cruel woman, for after not a moment’s pause, she continued, her voice like the icy Thames, her unforgiving sapphire orbs still glued to the front of the chapel unblinkingly. “After all, only someone as filthy as yourself could keep the very company you do, in your servants, that is. Truly, it amazes me that so very much sin and evil can dwell beneath one roof without being wiped from the face of the earth. So very much sin…. Such as the sin you were drug through for seven nights, what was it, three and a half years ago? All that torture and pain, forced into such a small, frail body, though you were far from an innocent soul after the deeds you’d committed earlier that year, weren’t you?”
Your heart leapt into your throat at her silent declaration, the bitter, sour taste of bile rising upon your tongue, making you squirm with unease, your infuriated scowl falling away to a look of utter panic. “Oh yes, Lady (f/n), I know all about you and what’s happened to you. I know about each and every misdeed you’ve conducted over the years, right from the very start. Right from the fated night that Charles just so happened to vanish, never to be seen again. I do wonder why he’s never contacted me. We were close friends, you know.”
Flickers of black flashed across your vision as at long last you found the will to draw air into your starving lungs, every gasp muted behind your trembling fingers, your entire form shaking with fear while you fell back against your seat, back to the distance that had originally resided between yourself and the creature that knew each and every single one of your nightmares, each and every bloodstained sin you’d committed. Suddenly you found yourself feeling very, very cold, like a harsh winter’s wind had rushed through your very soul, leaving you to wrap your long, slender porcelain fingers cloaked in black gloves around your arms, in a pathetic attempt to wipe away the bitter chill.
“See? You are nothing more than the devil’s whore, a servant of evil. A pathetic, whimpering maggot to be crushed by those in the light, without any hope of change. A slave to the temptations that exist only to ensnare weak souls like yourself, and no matter how many times you pray and beg for forgiveness, you will never be allowed through the gates of heaven. And you know what? I’m glad that you, a worthless, unwanted bitch to demons, will never see that glorious, heavenly light.” Not once did she take a breath as she spewed every cruel insult she had at you, words that had been stored within her for God knows how long, waiting for the moment the two of you were away from listening ears to burst free in torturous chaos, rending you from within with the sharp, jagged way they were all too true.
But, rather than curl up and sob at the truth within her harsh, cruel words directed at your being, something deep inside of you snapped, sealing away the pain building up in your soul and leaving you empty beneath the surface. At long last you felt that fear and horror give way within you, replaced with the confident, steady façade you knew all too well, the mask that existed solely to keep you from breaking; your defense against the entire world. As steadily and calmly as though you were turning to face Felix, your single (e/c) sphere slipped over to take in the horrid woman, your fingers raising to give a flip to your (h/l) curled (h/c) locks whilst a cunning, wide grin tugged upon your lips, giving you the appearance of a devilish vixen. “My, that’s quite the accusation you have there. Too bad none of it's true, because that’d be quite the scandal. I didn’t know that you even knew any of those Goddamned insults, Clarissa. Good for you! Wait, except for one little thing.... You’re pissing me off. I didn’t come here to be insulted by the likes of you, you frostbitten bitch. All I wanted was to commune with God. Do you honestly have a damned problem with that, you shit?”
“If that were the truth, then no, I wouldn’t have any problem with it at all. But you and I both know the truth. Tell you what…” At long last Clarissa turned to face you, her deep azure pools flashing with cruelty and her ruby lips pulled back in a dangerous grin, revealing the perfect white of her teeth; teeth you desperately wanted to bash in at that particular moment. Slowly she leaned closer, her long, pale gold braid falling from over her shoulder to land upon your lap, the heavenly hue a wondrous contrast to the much darker shade of your dress, a comparison of heaven and hell itself. “If I truly am making nothing more than wild assumptions coupled with cruel insults, why don’t you go to confession? That would most certainly prove me wrong.”
“I don’t have to prove anything to you, Clarissa. If and when I go confession, it will be on my terms, not because you suggested I do so to assuage your worries. Leave me be, bitch.” Pointedly you faced away from Clarissa, directing your unwavering gaze in much the same manner as she had earlier, your single (e/c) orb glued to the alter, tracing every detail carved into the deep mahogany wood as you waited for her to take the hint and leave, refusing to speak another word to the frigid bitch of a servant.
At long last you felt that glorious movement at your side, Clarissa’s pale gold braid falling from your lap as she pulled away, her tall, voluptuous, yet slender figure towering above you, whilst her sapphire spheres burning into you with a coldness you knew was far from humanly possible, sending another chill down your spine, even without a glance at her expression. That unique sense you had stirred within your breast, giving you the feeling that something was still being twisted about within that vicious mind of hers, a foul, devious plot that made the hair upon the back of your neck stand on end and the your skin crawl with discomfort. “If you don’t go, I’ll assume that I was correct in my musings and inform my mistress, your innocent twin sister, of all the horrid misdeeds you’ve committed upon others, ruining the oddly high regard she has for you. Perhaps you may wish to reconsider? Well, I’d best be off. We both know that it’s a terrible idea to leave the flighty creature alone for long. She has such a tendency to get herself into rather troublesome predicaments; such as the other day, with you and that lowly albino you call a butler. Farewell for now, Lady (f/n).”
Then she slowly slipped away, sound of her heels clacking upon the polished marble floors signaling her victorious retreat, until at long last she entered your peripheral vision, the way she held herself with every confident step reminiscent of a noble, despite her lowly status. A fact that made you glower fiercely at that holier than thou attitude, a burning desire to slit her slender porcelain throat and spill the thick, sticky crimson that flowed within taking hold deep within, but you held yourself back, refusing to be tempted into acting exactly how she wanted.
At first, you didn’t even hold any regard to the threat left hanging in the air between the two of you, refusing to pay any mind to her attempts to control your actions. But she already knew too much about your personality, both the stubborn pride and the hidden desire to be accepted, and she played against them well, leaning in to whisper softly uttered words in (f:n)’s ear as she slid next to her, those deep blue pools staring challengingly at you the entire time.
As you watched the pair converse deeply amongst themselves, a sour churning started within your stomach, making you feel ill, the air against your skin chill and clammy. Minutes passed, your single (e/c) sphere not once moving from the pair, both mistress and servant, and the longer you watched that vile, foul succubus spew discontent words into the innocent, untainted ears of your twin, the worse the burning, searing pain within your gut grew, until, at long last, you couldn’t take it anymore.
With a flip of your (h/l) curls, the (h/c) locks falling ever so gracefully against the nape of your neck, you elegantly rose to your feet, each step you took confident and full of purpose, carrying you straight past the slyly grinning face of the damned bitch herself. The both of you locked eyes in that moment, piercing azure meeting the lone glow of your (e/c) pool, invisible sparks of war flashing between your gazes, one still challenging, the other defiant and proud.
Then you passed by, leaving the softly inquiring voice of your twin behind with her despicable servant, her gentle words directed at your fast fleeing figure, though you refused to hear a single uttered thing that fell from her lips, lest they be inquiries to your bitter, sordid past.
Swiftly you slipped into the back corridors, their towering pale grey arches and intricate tapestries a long familiar sight, though they still calmed your unease, stilling the doubt and fears that stirred ever so faintly within your beating heart. Rows upon rows of lit candles lined the long halls, giving the ancient stone a nearly living appearance, the flickering lights casting wavering shadows all about, warm, glowing golden light bathing your pale skin in it’s tender touch.
A heavy ruby rug lie upon the smooth ad polished floors, muffling the sound of your boots against the marble with it’s plush embrace, leaving you striding forwards in near absolute silence, the distant sounds of laughter and people speaking blocked out almost completely by the thick stone walls, the very atmosphere becoming otherworldly.
At long last the shadowed boxes of confession entered your sight as you rounded the corner, not a soul in sight, which left you free to step into the dark wooden booth, shutting the thin, intricately decorated door firmly behind you. Seconds that swiftly turned into minutes passed by, and still the divider remained shut, making you wonder if the priest was even on duty at the moment, your earlier unease returning with a vengeance, the bitter, sour taste left in your mouth nearly enough to make you retch, though you forced yourself to keep the contents of your stomach down.
Then, much to your relief, the divider opened, revealing the shadow cloaked figure of the priest, his entire face dark, save for the flash of the light reflecting from his spectacles, his deep voice sounding out to echo eerily all about you. “Tell me, child, what sins have you committed against our Almighty God in heaven?”
Taking a deep breath, the sound resounding coldly about you in the tight space, you stilled your frayed nerves and summoned the resolve to whisper out every bloodstained deed you’d committed over the last week, your head dipping ever so slightly, chin resting gently upon your chest as your lone (e/c) gem fluttered closed. “Forgive me, father, for I-“
Before you could continue any further, there was a loud gasp at your side, followed by the near deafening sound of a door being thrown open. In your confusion, you could only blink at the empty space where the priest had sat mere moments before, but in the next instant, all was clearly revealed to your perplexed thoughts.
For in that second, the door sealing you away from the rest of the world was torn open, the thin wooden panels splintering slightly from the force, revealing the frowning, massive figure of the priest himself, his steely grey gaze cold and unforgiving. Not a word could escape from your lips before his hand closed tightly around your upper arm, the vicelike grip leaving blossoming purple bruises upon your tender, delicate skin, his arm jerking you out of the booth far too harshly.
With a gasp, you fell to your knees, pain jolting from your shoulder where it had twisted sharply, causing you to cast a dark, infuriated glower towards the man of God, your every word as unforgiving ass his distant glower. “Just what exactly do you think you’re doing?! Have I done something to offend you, father?! Why are you treating me so harshly, damnit?!”
“For years I sat here, listening to the confessions of others; of the sins of adultery, theft, even a couple of accidental murders, but you…. It wasn’t until you set through that door four years ago that I found the evidence of true evil, hiding behind the face of an innocent. Not once did you feel remorse, in all of this time, revealing every horrid deed and foul thing you’ve ever committed to me. But no longer. Though I do pity the misfortune to befall you three and a half years ago, I cannot allow you through those doors any longer. You are disavowed, and you shan’t be allowed into our folds again. Go and pray to the devil, you vile beast!” Angry and full of hatred, he nearly shouted those last words, pulling you to your feet in his rage, next to dragging you along the soft carpet as he made for the doors. Every step he took was agony, for his stride was massive and he refused to slow and allow you to gain your footing, which had you half stumbling, half dragging behind his towering figure, your teeth clenched tightly to prevent the screams from tearing loose out of your gasping lungs.
This couldn’t be happening. It simply couldn’t. Why now, after all of this time…?
No, you refused to dwell on that now. Now you needed to force this crass, barbaric priest to allow you to leave with some dignity, not drug out by force.
Summoning every scrap of strength you had, you swung your feet towards the alters that held the countless flickering forms of candles, catching one of the iron legs between your ankles, and with a muffled scream, you held fast. For a moment, the lumbering holy man continued on, pulling taught your sight figure, every tendon within your small frame howling in agony, pain burning it’s way all throughout your muscles.
Stopping, the priest turned around, facing you with that same displeased glower he’d had earlier, but at that moment, you didn’t care. All you cared about was the sweet relief that washed through you as your muscles relaxed, drawing a weary sigh from your lips. “May I ask one thing of you, father Hayes? I would rather leave astride my own two feet. Escort me, if you must, but allow me to walk on my own. I still have my dignity, in spite of all that I’ve done and been forced through, and I’ll not have someone like you tear them away from me. Try, and you’ll meet the same fate as my victims.”
He blanched at your cold tone, his normally richly tanned skin going white as a sheet, and in an instant he released your arm, letting you fall hard upon the floor with a breathy squeak. Those cold eyes remained as resolved and harsh as ever though, watching as unblinkingly as a hawk watches a field of rabbits, waiting for you to pull yourself from the hard marble floor and stand at his side. “Very well, she-devil. Allow your prideful illusions to continue. I shall allow you to walk on your own, though know that I shall be at your side every step of the way, waiting for any attempts of evil.”
With a disdainful huff, you tossed your slightly mussed (h/c) curls from over your shoulder, head held high and every step as graceful as ever, heading out into plain view, the curious eyes of several patrons following your movements in puzzlement.
Not a ray of light touched upon the floor about you, the skies as deep grey and overcast as before you’d set foot within this accursed place, leaving you to stride down the aisle in the shadows, the very same darkness that now writhed wildly within your soul, whispering sweet breaths within you, begging you to unleash the beast that lie inside upon all of these innocents, to spill their oblivious blood on this hallowed ground.
But, with a deep, shuddering breath and a forceful swallow, you sealed away the inner demons that dwelt deep within your soul, keeping them at bay. Fortunate for you, for at that moment your lone (e/c) orb locked upon the smiling sapphire of Clarissa’s, her lips tilted up in a most impish manner, the very air about her dancing with triumph.
And as you passed by, in that slowed moment in time, you could practically see the glimmer of joy that swirled beneath the surface of those otherwise cold azure gems, making your already cold blood turn to ice your mind a  whir with as to why.
After all, even she couldn’t have planned this, right? Or…. Did she?
At her side was the worried, wide eyed face of your twin, those glistening (e/c) depths flashing brightly with confusion, her lips gently mouthing a question to you. Infuriated that she had the audacity to attempt to ask you anything right now, you hastily looked away, glaring deeply out at the other staring beings that dotted the rows of pews, a deep burning spreading across your delicate face.
Every step seemed to drag on forever, leaving you to meet each and every stare that you encountered with a wrathful glower of your own, forcing many to turn away in both shame and fear. Wide eyes still drank in your every move, the harsh whispers of contemplation and cruel rumors beginning to fly about, flitting between the slightly parted lips of all around you.
At long last your lonely, condemning march ended, leaving you standing before those closed ancient doors with Hayes at your side, his hand pressing upon the smooth, stained wood to pry it open a slight crack. “Go now, in peace, child. I bear no ill will towards you, and the silence of confession still stands, but you will never be welcomed here again. If you should attempt as such, I shall go to the authorities with what I know. Remember that.”
Much to your relief, he spoke softly, his voice at an undertone, keeping those strained ears of the sheep of his flock from hearing, and then he merely pushed open the door, not another word spoken, not a word expected in return. All he wanted was for you to leave the hallowed walls you had for so long called yours, to be lost  the shadowed darkness from whence you came, far from his flock.
And with naught but a slight incline of your chin, you strode forwards, not once glancing back at the sudden cacophony behind you. No, when at long last you turned to watch those imposing, ancient oak doors slide shut, there was but one figure you found your gaze wandering towards.
A pair of glimmering, victorious azure orbs seated perfectly within her elegant porcelain face, full ruby lips ever widening in a snakelike grin as the doors slowly slipped closer and closer together, that was the single face you found your gaze locked upon, leaving you trembling and full of rage the wider that damned gin got. She gave one last flip of her pale blond braid, just as the doors slid shut with a deafening slam, a ringing laugh slipping from her lips to echo about within your head.
Hatred, pure and raw, boiled within your pounding heart, making your limbs shake and your every breath rush into your lungs, the last image of Clarissa’s joyous, laughing face branded within the depths of your mind. Furious, you tore your sleek ebon gloves free from your fingers, throwing them to the sodden cobblestones with a breathy scream, the chill air already nipping upon your bare arms, making everything all the more worse.
The light drizzle still cascaded down from the heavens, leaving a shimmering film upon your skin and azure dress, and with an agonized cry, you tilted your face towards the weeping skies, hands slowly clenching into fists.
Pain screamed out from your palm, where the sharp nails upon your fingers had sliced into the faintly healed skin, making the warmth of freshly spilled blood run down your quaking fists to fall gently into the miniscule puddles at your feet, yet, you didn’t care.
All you knew was that you were fuming. No, livid. Yes, absolutely, positively livid as your feet began moving of their own accord, carrying you back and forth in front of those sealed doors as the deep, booming voice of the pastor began to filter through, beginning his sermon to those sniveling, pathetic sheep.
And one day, you’d make that frigid bitch pay for this. For every agonizing, horrid moment you lived through today, you were going to make Clarissa pay tenfold over….
Hi all! So, I'm sorry this took me so long, I was in a bit of a slump, but I'm free once again and as eager as ever to bring you this next installment of TBwtL Spin-Offs! I know, get on with the story already! XD
But this is actually an important part! It's what happened inside of the church! (Sorry, no butler boys today... XD They'll be here next chapter, promise!)
Cover art by Eurea of DA!!! Like it? Then check them out!! ^~^
So, hope you all enjoy it! Face or comment if you like! And if you've got any questions or critiques, feel free to share! ^~^
Rated PG-13 for some rather harsh language, (though you'll be surprised who it comes from ;))
Disclaimer: I don't own Black Butler, the Characters, nor you! But I do own a few if the characters in this story, or at least, I share them with the reader! ^~^
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First thing: Benji is so cute! It made my heart flutter reading about him -/////-

Second thing: Please, and I mean PLEASE, make sure Clarissa dies the most painful, torturing way ever! I hate her soooooooooooooo much!