(Claude's POV)

My face pulled into a scowl as I saw Sebastian run up to the top of the church, kissing his pretty Mistress on the forehead.
The nerve, we are in the middle of battle.

I pulled out my gold knives, watching Sebastian pounce from the high roof, falling back to the ground, unharmed.
"You and your master, will die!" shrieked Vespers from behind me, falling to her knees and  ripping parts of her chocolate-colored curled hair out.
That brat.

Sebastian smirked at me, several feet away from me.
"I do hope this won't take long, My Mistress has a long day tomorrow, and I can't let her get sick." He said calmly and concernedly looking up at her. 

"It shouldn't." I replied, in my usual monotone, running forwards, knives ready to rip.
Sebastian dodged, pulling out knives as well.
He twisted his hand sideways strangely, sending out several knives from his hand, grazing my side an hair.
I scowled again, twisting around to try to stab him.

Sebastian jumped upwards, my knives barely touching him.
"Really, I thought you were better at this." He tutted, landing.

"Shut up." I said plainly, throwing to of them at him.
One landed into his arm, making his eye twitch.

He pulled it out in one fluid movement, tilting back his head tauntingly.
His eyes glowed pink and he lunged forwards, knives drawn.

Sebastian was inches away as suddenly a black cloaked person landed in between us, spreading their arms wide protectively. 

H skidded to a halt, his eyes wide with... fear.

"(Y/N)!" He yelled, grabbing her shoulders.

"Stop it!" She yelled back, struggling for him to let go.
"Don't kill each other!" 

"This is what I'm supposed to do (Y/N)" Sebastian said, his eyes narrowing.

"No it's not! Stop being so fierce! I don't want you getting hurt, just get rid of them without getting anyone hurt!" She said, fire in her eyes, as she pulled his tie, bringing him down so she could look him in the eyes.

"No, I'd be better not to."
"Sebastian. This is an order." (Y/N) said quietly, pulling off her glove and showing him the contract sign.

Sebastian growled deep in his throat, clearly unhappy by this choice.
"Yes, My Mistress. Just promise me you'll stay where I put you."

"I go where I please!" I heard her say indignantly as he tried to scoop her up.
Instead she sped over to Vespers, crouching next to her hugging her shoulders.

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(Your POV)

I looked up at Sebastian, who was very, very, angry with me.
"This is an another order, leave me a wepon and whatever you do, don't help me until I ask." I said calmly, trying to ignore the fuming Butler behind him.

Vespers body was shaking as Sebastian bowed, his face in a frown.
"Yes, My Mistress."

He turned back to Claude, throwing a fork at my feet.

"Seriously? All the stuff you have and you give me a fork? You got some nerve!" I called, but was distracted by Vespers looking up at me, tears in her eyes.
"I-I'm sorry (Y/N)" She whispered, resting her head on my collar bone.
"It's alright." I said, looking at the two butlers fighting still.

I didn't quite notice though, the chuckle.

In an instant,  a long dagger pointed out from her, threatening to stab me.

"Ahh!" I yelled, throwing her backwards instinctively and hopping to my feet.
She grazed my ankle as Vespers tumbled backwards.

"What? I trusted you!" I called to her, angrily.

"Well, I guess you'll chose your friends better now won't you?" She rasped. coming after me swiping her dagger.
I dodged, catching the knife with the fork, making a loud metal-to-metal screech.

"You're going to die tonight (Y/N)! And there's nothing you can do about it!" 

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~Wanting to be loved, for that sole obstinate reason, people can even go this far.~