I do NOT own Kuroshitsuji or its characters, but I own this story.

CPOV:
My eyes widened as I slid towards the edge of the bridge. I desperately flung my hands out searching for something, anything to hold onto. I grabbed the edge as I slid off and by some miracle of God was able to hold myself there.

I'm going to die. There's no way I can survive this, not while Sebastian is distracted. He probably can't tell I've almost fallen off. And if he has, who am I to assume he cares? I thought to myself as I tightly held my eyes closed.

"My lord, can you hold on until I count from ten?" Sebastian's voice cut through my thoughts and it took serious effort to say that yes, I could in fact last until he was finished counting. "Okay. Ten.." he started his counting montage and I could hear the relief in his voice as he began.

I had really been here once before, but never to quite this extent. And I had never worried over whether Sebastian could actually save me in time before. I had always just known. It struck me odd that he would save me when we were exacting my revenge as we spoke. By the time he was finished counting he would undoubtedly be through with Ash, and by then I would owe him my soul.

The thought of dying left me a little clammy. Five years ago I hadn't cared what happened to my soul, but after five years of trying to hunt down those responsible for my parents death, well of course I would grow closer to Sebastian in those years. He was more than the demon butler I had made a contract with so long ago. He was... Infinitely more, but I knew I was simply another soul to him.

"Three..." Somewhere in my thoughts I had lost all the other numbers, and I squeezed my eyes tighter if possible. I knew what was waiting for me after he got to one, and my heart clenched in pain at the irony before me; the man I loved was going to be the one to suck out my soul. There was something sort of poetic about the whole thing if you looked close enough.

"Two..." I was consumed by the fear of how Sebastian would go about taking my soul. I couldn't do this, I wasn't strong enough. I silently cursed the stubborn and arrogant child I had been so long ago.

"One." Dread spread through me and settled in my stomach. My arm hurt, my side hurt from the cuts I had received from the wreckage of their fight. I could hear Sebastian approach me and my breath hitched in fear. "All right master. It is done; you can open your eyes." So I did.

The sight that awaited me though broke my heart. Sebastian looked a tad haggard, but then again he HAD fought an angel. It was the look in his eyes. He had the will power to keep it off his face, but his eyes were a different story. I could see what, sadness, in them?

Through the haze of all my thoughts and emotions I couldn't fathom why he'd be sad. I was vaguely aware of his arm reaching for me, but in a split second decision I decided all this wasn't fair and I let go, plunging into the icy water below. The last thing I saw was the look of horror pass over Sebastian's face as he watched me fall.