Claude Faustus descended the stairs to the cellars of the Trancy manor; he was in search of his master, who had not been seen for quite some time since he had last given the order to guard the Michaelis demon. He had said, that it was of the utmost importance to keep Ciel Phantomhive's butler at bay so that there would be no interruptions whilst he ( Read more... )

Dawn warmed the back of the boy in the tattered clothes, who lay still on the shore, nudging him to wake. Alois Trancy refused; he would not be forced to wake by his butler at such an ungodly mourning's hour after the repercussion of last night's little costume party.

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"It was here in this very Manor that at a night much like tonight, a masquerade ball was being held. I was young, no more than twelve years old I believe, and I was bored. Parties will enervate you like this; they are frivolous and petty; an exhausting means for the host to flaunt their wealth, brandishing it under the noses of their subjects, ( Read more... )

It was at the Trancy masquerade ball, that a maid with twin tails of long, golden hair and a glass of red wine in her delicate hand, made her way across the ballroom floor. She was a pretty thing, with her china-doll blue eyes and porcelain skin; if only the noble men courting the other ladies had taken the time to notice her beneath the garb of a ( Read more... )

 And so Alois Trancy did dream of his Wonderland again, but to his utter despair he found that he was still nine feet too big to enter that lovely garden.

“What’s this?” He cried, trembling all over from the cold, “why am I still in this shape? Is this not a dream, my dream?! Should I not be in command of this wretched state?!!!”

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Alois Trancy lay crumpled on the cold unforgiving floor of his manor. His heart raced and his head hurt from screaming orders. Only moments before Sebastian Michaelis, demon of his soon to be beloved, Ciel Phantomhive, had made his final escape. He had soared through the window’s glass with Ciel’s body inside his trunk and retrieved ( Read more... )

Once the entire Trancy household had been impounded within the manor, and all was as it had been before, silent without the disruption of unusual guests, Alois rounded on Claude.

“Claude Faustus, was that not amusing?” Blue eyes electrified in the light of thunder, mixed with anger and slight humiliation at having to laugh at something so ( Read more... )

 
“YOUR HIGHNESS,”

“Oh but that’s, Claude’s voice,”

And with that everything, the pool of tears, the dress, the cake, everything vanished, and Alois Trancy was once again back in his own bed, safe beneath his heavy satin comforters and feather pillows.

“Claude,”

“Your Highness, I have prepared your tea…”

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 It was on a hot and rather dreamy summer’s afternoon that the young master Alois Trancy, officially declared to himself (as he lay sprawled on his stomach, dipping one long finger into his reflection in the lake of his pavilion), that he was thoroughly bored.

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