1 Visit in England

Sir Holton tightened the blankets around his arms while his hazel eyes followed the young man who invited him to a cup of tea. Holton could still feel the raindrops falling on him even that twenty minutes already passed since he got dragged inside by the butler of this giant manor. A fake cough brought him back to reality. " Excuse me. P-Pardon I.. I didn't - I mean couldn't..." Sir Holton started but got cut off by a soft chuckle. "Everything is completely fine Sir. Take your time. You really were in shock when Sebastian picked you up from the streets. I introduced myself. I am Earl Vincent Middelfort. May I ask how I can call you?" the young lord said. "Y-yes my Lord. Excuse my rudeness. My name is Sir Charles Holton. Thank you very much for the tea. It has a flowery taste...Earl Gray right?", Earl Middlefort looked in surprise but then he seemed amused. " Yes, indeed it is Earl Gray. You must know, it is my favorite tea." "How coincidental. It is also one of my favorite teas." Sir Holton replied. After some time Earl Middlefort asked him: " Charles, how come you were here in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the night in the stormiest night in the year?" Charles gulped as he remembered why he was here. "Well, Vincent I was traveling. I wanted to visit my dear sister. But my carriage had an accident and the horses ran away." Sir Holton could feel his mouth get drier after every word he said, feeling guilty to lie to his new won friend. Charles looked up and saw that the icy-blue eyes were looking at him suspiciously. "How unfortunate. May I invite you to stay the night? Tomorrow I will send out to find your horses." Vincent Phantonhive offered. Holton felt relieved. "Yes, that would be nice. Thank you, Vincent." "Very well, Sebastian will lead you to your room." In right, that moment the butler stepped in holding a candle holder. "If you would follow me, Sir." the butler named Sebastian asked formally. With a last look at Vincent Charles stood up. While he walked up to the opened door he heard the voice of his new friend. " Breakfast is at seven. Don't be late.", "Of course. I won't be late." he replied. "Marlene?" "Y-yes my Lord?" "Did you notice something strange on our visitor?" "No, my Lord. I did not notice anything." Earl Middlefort looked at the clock on his desk. 11 pm. " You are dismissed, Marlene. Goodnight." "Thank you. Goodnight, my Lord." Holton followed a maid through the long hallway. The weather had cleared up a bit. The raindrops softly hit the large windows of the Middlefort manor. As they opened the wing door to the salon children's laughter was heard. A smiling Vincent Middlefort was sitting on a big leather couch. A beautiful blond woman right next to him. Two boys obviously twins at the age of six or seven, were playing with the newest toy from the brand Lenton. As soon Vincent saw Charles he stood up with a bright smile he started introducing his family. "This is my lovely wife Alisha and my twin boys Luca and Alois. My dear family this is the visitor I told you about. His name is Sir Charles Holton." One of the little boys approached Charles. He looked down. He had the same ocean eyes as his father. It made Charles even more uncomfortable than he was anyways. "Sir. Would you like to play with Alois and me?" The little boy asked. "Luca, Sir Holton is probably hungry and tired. He arrived late in the night. Let him wake up first." Alisha explained to her little son. Luca seemed disappointed. Alois took his hand and looked up to Charles. "Perhaps he will join us after breakfast. If we ask him again." Holton took a step back at the puppy eyes of the twins. "Y-yes, Perhaps after breakfast." These icy eyes from their father gave him goosebumps. It was like they could see right into his soul and see the true reason why he was here. "Anyways, it is time for breakfast." Vincent broke the silence. One hour passed since breakfast and Charles was sitting on a chair in the salon. The two little children playing at his feet. Now and then they would look up and smile at him. Then his heart would hurt and he would smile back. The next day was similar to the first one. In the morning he would eat breakfast with the family after that he would play with the twins in the salon or the garden. After the afternoon tea, he would stay with Vincent and talk about news in England, the queen, and Vincent's family he really liked to talk about his wife and children. Charles didn't mind it. He liked Alisha, Luca, and Alois. He would say Vincent that we wished for them to stay together forever. Then he would get to bed. In the room, Vincent gave him he was laying in bed thinking how long he could keep this up. He could never hold up his cover for any longer, perhaps one or two days, or would Vincent throw him out tomorrow. He could never stay here forever, he worried as he sank into a dreamless sleep. He woke up covered in sweat. He sat up, direct smoke filled his lungs. He was awake instantly jumping up from the bed. And running to the door. It was in the middle of the night, darkness covered the property around the mansion. But the hallways and rooms were lighted with deadly, hot flames. Charles burst open the door to the salon. A figure in a robe was standing in the middle facing the other way. As the figure turned to him it revealed another figure sitting on a chair. As Sir Holton recognized the sitting figure he had a hard time to hold back the diner that made his way up to his throat. "What is wrong Charles?" a sweet voice asked him in a playful tone. "You were taking too long so I came to help you. I hope you don't mind." The voice said with sickening sweetness. "Wha-What did you do to them?" Charles's voice was shaking. " You don't like it?" the voice asked with a fake sadness. Charles was so shocked he didn't know how to respond. "I thought you wanted them to be together. Forever." The last word was spoken more like a thread. Tears of terror ran down his cheeks as he shook his head. Not like this. He meant like a family not like this. "Ch-arles." two cracked voices said. "Wh-What?" "Ch-arles, why?" He couldn't look at the face. No. It wasn't a face there were two faces sawed together. The sitting figure was completely deformed. Parts of the figure Charles recognized as Vincent face forms, others were from his dear wife Alisha. Charles could see the stitch holes in the face, the blood dripping from eyes, nose, and ears. One icy-blue eye was looking at him in pain. "Well, Charles." the sweet voice now sounded sad and disappointed, "You know what it means when you don't do your work. I'm sorry." The person approached him. Flames framed the figure as the deformed figure in the background catch fire. Disturbing screams of pain were heard as the person came closer to Charles a knife and a needle held in both hands. ------------

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