His Sword and His Shield

Ciel Phantomhive and his faithful butler, Sebastian Michaelis, have just stumbled across the greatest thing they could ever hope to find; Cecelia is a young Wolf demon who has lost all her memories except for a select few. For example, she knows her last name starts with a "D" and that she is an expert swordsman. When Ciel takes her on as his new bodyguard, things quickly escalate into the greatest mystery anyone could have imagined. All leading up to the biggest question of them all: WHO is Cecelia D?
(PS: Yes, the artwork I used for the cover IS, in fact, MINE)


5. His Bodyguard, Dancing

The town square was all decorated with beautiful lights and paper hearts.

"What's with all the hearts and pink," Cecelia asked, "It's making me sick!"

"You've never heard of Valentine's Day, Cecelia," Lizzie asked, "that's really incredible!"

"You forget that she lost her memories," Ciel pointed out, "Valentine's Day among them."

Lizzie blushed with embarrassment and continued to drag Ciel onto the dance floor. Cecelia stayed put, even as Sebastian gave her arm a little tug.

"Come now," he smirked, "didn't you come here to dance?"

"I don't remember how," she said, casting her gaze downward, "what if I make fools of us in front of the Young Master?"

"Allow me to lead you," the Demon continued to pull, "Your body will remember what to do."

Shaking, the Wolf allowed the Raven to lead her out among the swaying bodies. She thought he'd stay close to the edge so she wouldn't collapse on another couple. Instead, he pulled her into the middle next to Ciel and Lizzie. The children paused briefly to gaze in wonder as Sebastian laid his hands in the appropriate places. The band began to play a lively Spanish Tango, causing Cecelia to freeze.

"This beat," she thought to herself, "it's familiar."

Looking down, she gasped in amazement as she saw her body moving on its own. Her partner need not lead her, rather she led him. The crowd formed a larger circle as the pair twirled and dipped with the music. The tempo was moderately quick, and the movements of the dancers were perfect in every which way. Ciel's eye widened as he watched the seductive movements of his Demons. Every single flick of the wrist or twist of the hip mesmerized the audience. Towards the end of the song, the musicians slowed down as Sebastian twirled the Wolf Demon into his arms. Her head turned his way, causing their lips to stop centimeters from each other. Both pairs of eyes widened as the bodies froze, earning them a moan of disappointment from the onlookers. Te two didn't move as the music changed and people began to party once again.

Ciel and Lizzie joined their friends, breaking their spell and them apart.

"Oh Cecelia," Lizzie squealed, "That was incredible! You simply must teach me how to dance like that!"

"I am afraid I don't know how to teach you how to dance like that," she admitted, "My body just moved on its own."

Sebastian smiled, "Would you like to dance some more? This music is much slower and easier to follow."

Saying nothing, she allowed him to take her in his arms once again. Fire swept through her body at his slightest touch. They spun and twirled, thoroughly enjoying themselves. Suddenly, a strong hand grasped her shoulder. Turning, she gazed into the cold golden eyes of a tall man in a suit similar to Sebastian's. He wore gloves and thin glasses, and on his face was a deep scowl.

"May I cut in?," he asked in a gruff voice.

"Claude," Sebastian tried to keep the growl contained, "back off. Cecelia is a member of the Phantomhive household. She will not be swept away so easily."

"Who says I was taking her anywhere," Claude asked in an even tone, "I'm just asking her to dance."

Cecelia glanced down at Ciel, who nodded with a deep glare.

Turning to Sebastian, he ordered, "Keep an eye on her. She's far too great a tool for me to lose."

Sebastian nodded and watched as the she-wolf was lead into the crowd.

"Who are you? What do you want with me?"

"My name is Claude. I am the butler of the Trancy estate," the man answered, "And I want nothing to do with you; however, my master Alois Trancy wishes to speak with you."

"Well you can tell your master I have no interest in him," she snarled, "If he wishes to speak with me, he can arrange a meeting with my Master."

"Earl Trancy and Earl Phantomhive do not see eye to eye at the moment," Claude answered grimly, "But this is a matter of importance."

"I don't care if it's a matter of life and death," the Wolf snapped, "If Earl Trancy wishes to speak with me, he may contact my Master. Otherwise, I will not agree to meet with him."

"You will meet with him," Claude promised, "one way or another. Alois has a lot of information you seek."

"What sort of information?"

The pair stopped and Claude leaned into her ear, causing her to freeze.

"Information on who you are...who you were...and who you could be."

Her eyes widened in shock. This Alois knew who she was? How much did he know? Did she know him? Questions flew around her brain, causing her vision to fade and her breath to shorten. She began to fall backwards when Sebastian caught her.

"I think it's best if you leave," he said to Claude, "I'm going to take Cecelia home."

"Very well," Claude bowed a farewell to his partner, "Alois will be expecting to hear from you soon."

"Well, he wont," Cecelia turned to see Ciel staring darkly at the butler, "I want to make this very clear; keep AWAY from Cecelia! I know you'll just fill her head with lies. Nothing you can do or say can veer her away from her loyalty to me."

"Is that so," Claude began to walk away, "Tell that to Raul."

The moment he disappeared, Cecelia regained awareness. She stared after him in confusion.


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