STEPHANIE: Hello:)! Sorry it took me forever to write this- Oh God!

It's actually been a year since I updated this story? *cries*... if anyone is still reading, I apologize for the wait. Well.. this is the end:D! I actually felt like re-writing the whole story since its been so long, but...

Meh.

Just remember that this is AU, and therefore, I do not exactly follow much from the manga/anime.

Please Read, Enjoy and Review *love*.

"He's the devil's child. His eyes bleed crimson and so does everything around him."

I smiled painfully this time, basking the last of my sane thoughts in the manifestation of those words, as his blood pooled around me, staining my clothes, my palms…reflecting my eyes.

I buried my head on his bleeding chest, pulling back up as I heard him strive to utter something.

"…Ciel." He said with a faint smile- a fragment of one I remembered seeing before. One that I finally understood. It was a smile of acknowledgement, telling me that he had accepted me right from the beginning.

I felt several emotions run through me. There were too many questions I wanted to ask him.

Why had he wanted me to shoot?

Why had he accepted me?

Why had he told me his name at the dying minute?

But as I recognized once again that the warmth I felt against my palms was created by streams of blood coursing out of his trembling body, I couldn't help but feel regret- a feeling only he had ever succeeded in drawing out of me.

"Ciel…" I whispered, watching as his eyes struggled not to fade. Despite the rapid paleness, a shade of life made its way to his cheeks at the call of his name, and I couldn't help but give him more. I smiled.

And whispered his name over and over, as though it were restoring every fragment of his life back. I watched for the next seconds as his eyes began losing its struggle, and kissed him. I wanted him to remember it.

Then I held him close and whispered his name again…until I couldn't remember his breath against my neck anymore.

I heard faint footsteps at the base of the apartment, which seemed to be approaching my door. I frowned, carefully placing his body down and picking my gun from the floor, before walking towards the door. I looked through the eyehole to find the form of the mayor approaching my door. I only knew so because I had seen him on the news the last week, though I hadn't bothered listening to the details the reporter had to offer.

What did he want?

I could now vividly see three well armed policemen and many other pairs of legs behind, and I stood, painfully alert. I took a quick glance at myself- completely drenched in my own blood…and his, before heading quickly for my drawer where I kept my second gun. The door kicked open just in time as I made it.

"Who are you?" I asked, despite knowing vaguely. I cringed in distaste as the mayor smiled, shuffling in over ten policemen into my house. He walked casually around the room, heading for the TV controller. It almost seemed as though the body and pool of blood in eyes reach were invisible to him. I watched quietly as he turned on the television and put up the volume once he reached the news channel, before pulling my gaze back to those in front of my door; the policemen in front of me, who were ready to shoot.

Going to shoot.

I listened tentatively without letting go of my intent gaze. Then my eyes dilated in pure shock as I grasped the few words I could follow. Mayor's son. Search. Ciel Phantomhive.

Ciel.

I was sure he must have seen the expression on my face, since he turned off the television, a victorious, mild grin painting his perfect face. "I see you've met my son, Ciel." He said to me, with no apparent emotion in his voice. Only pure victory; because he had found the man who had his son. This was just another case solved to him.

Now I saw the reason why he had told me his name before he died.

He didn't want me to hear them for the first time from his father's lips.

I watched as he walked towards the body, stooping low to observe Ciel. The reaction I was hoping, almost praying he would give for his son never came, and instead anger and disgust attained their rightful place on his features.

"Pitiful." I heard him whisper, standing up abruptly and facing me squarely.

And I shot.

My aim was undecided, but my shot was directly where I would have wanted it…where there was no escape. His heart. I smirked, ensuring it was the last thing he saw before he fell into darkness, and also aiding the policemen to take the initiative-

-and shoot.

Realization struck me along with the bullets, my eyes remaining vivid even as I felt my body falter as rapidly as the policemen fell to the ground. I had come to need him- so much that I made up my mind to follow him once I saw the policemen heading towards the door. Things always needed to balance out in order to work.

I smiled painfully, shooting twice, vaguely hearing the last policeman fall.

It could be said that most times when one aimed with no direction, they achieved the best shot. I did, and got the best out of it.

I got Ciel.

I felt my vision begin to falter and held my already wounded arm against my chest, walking faster towards my bed. I needed to see him one more time...to save my last glance for his face.

I sat on my bed, lighting a cigarette in the most composed manner I could afford, before looking down in front of my feet to find his graceful face looking almost peaceful, almost as though he were sleeping. I couldn't help but smile, even though I felt blood drip from my lips. It was now quiet and the other insignificant bodies only helped the silence grow.

I took a blurry glance around my room.

Their blood.

My blood.

His blood.

It was the perfect imagery the crowd wanted to see from me. Bleeding crimson everywhere I stepped my foot. But now I really didn't care. I traced my gaze back to Ciel. He seemed more beautiful than ever to me, especially now that he was so far from my reach.I was going to reach him soon…it was only a matter of seconds.

So I could say to him-

-You own me.

Don't kill me for the tragedy... I warned you all O.o.. i hope~