Morgan POV-

"Why don't you leave Ciel and work for me?" Alois smirked, spinning me on the dance floor of his manor. "He barely even remembers you, after all."

"Why the fuck would I want to work for some screwed up bastard like you, Trancy?" I snarled back lowly so as not to disturb the other dancers of this little costume ball of his.

The vampire dressed teen pursed his lips and hummed for a moment as he spun me yet again, causing my blue Cinderella dress to fan out around both of us.

"You lost your lover in the fire of London, did you not? Snake, was his name?" He asked suddenly, making my eyes widen.

I stepped back suddenly and ended up stumbling to the floor, visions of Snake clouding my head.

"Morgan?" Alois's normal voice called my name and I barely noticed him and a few other cast members reaching for me.

Even after all these years, thoughts of Snake plagued me. In the script, the line seemed fine, but spoken it held a world full of power.

"Sebastian!" I heard Alois call as the on-site medical crew arrived. Seconds later, I was propped up against an all too familiar figure and the corset of my costume was being loosened.

I gasped, realizing what was happening. "It's quite alright." I heard my best friend reassure the cast. "The corset was too tight, but she's fine now."

I made a show of coughing before breathing easy once more and waving away the medical crew.

Sebastian 'helped' me to stand before turning to look at the rest of the cast and crew. "We'll have our lunch break now, I suppose. Good work, everyone. I'll see you all back here in an hour."

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