[The sight is like something out of a horror novel and Ciel's prior thought of vampires and monsters that go bump in the night rears its alarming head.
Not human.
Not. Human.
Ciel's eyes are transfixed on the blood-stained bullets, mind refusing to accept what he's seeing and not moving at all, only flinching when they hit the ground. He doesn't scream; he's beyond that and he has enough mental capacity to realize that it won't do any good at this point, not if this...creature is as fast as he's already demonstrated. He can't run. He won't make it. His gun is useless. But it doesn't matter because a Phantomhive will never go down without a fight. He refuses to give in, he won't make this easy for the creature in whatever purpose it may have for him, Ciel thinks as he fights to slow his gasping breaths.
But...in those eyes. As frightful and supernatural as they are, there is something to them, some nudging impression that whispers salvation. Ciel ignores this, barely scrapes enough breath together to ask:]