(Okay, the summary makes it sound like a 50 Shades cross over-it's not, I swear!)

Hello! This is actually my first story, but I've spent a good while developing it, so I hope that you will give it a read! Also, it may be good to note that this story will be set in the Black Butler universe in modern times America, but it will also be in the Victorian era, and in a couple of other places I'm not revealing yet. ;}

There will most likely be some sexual scenes, but feel free to skip them (I will leave some small markers, if you would like that), as I will provide any important info you may need to know that was shared during these scenes in a short note at the end, if necessary. Mild to... less mild cursing.

I don't own Kuroshitsuji or... Walgreens. Kay? Kay.

"I have put on my great coat
it is cold.
It is an outer garment.
Coarse, woolen.

Of unknown origin."

Le Manteau De Pascal - Jorie Graham

2016 CE, Texas, America.

specifically, the 20th of january, 2:30 am

"Ugh."

Isabella Cohen had turned sixteen just five hours ago, but there wasn't much of a celebration. See, her parents weren't exactly ones for "spoiling" their daughter with a party, though, even if she had been granted such a privilege, it wasn't as if she possessed any friends to... invite. Unless you counted the copious acquaintances she had collected over the years, but most lived way too far away to drive here for her simple little party. Or worse, they actually went to school with her. Meaning that they likely wouldn't have attended even if they were paid to. She stretched and omitted a small yawn. She would have to get some sleep soon if she wanted to stay awake in class tomorrow. She glanced at the clock. Or, well, later today, for that matter. There was only hope for three hours, at the very most, before a rude alarm would drag her, kicking and screaming, back to the land of the conscious, but she continued examining her reflection nonetheless. She frowned. Unsatisfactory was the kindest word she could think of, staring back at reddish-brown curls and copper eyes. Had they been the eyes of another, she may have complemented them, or compared them to copper. But the green seeping through her iris was much more akin to the water damage seen on an old , she turned to the shower. Lights off and nearly pitch black, Isabella pulled back the curtains. She climbed in, and after a moment of hesitation, turned the water to cold. She was well aware that this would only serve to further wake her up, but it would be better than the scarce rest she would have received otherwise. And yet, an overachiever as always, she fell asleep regardless.

She could feel the cold quite clearly, at last serving it's purpose and jolting her awake. Or, perhaps it was the shrill shout of her mother, insisting to know "exactly how long had she been in there". She sat up, and looked around. The sunlight of the morning seeped faintly through the small window behind her, illuminating the small, lemon painted room with a soft blue glow. Rising to her feet with some difficulty, she reached over and shut off the water. To her dismay, she found that she had neglected to hang up a towel the night before.

Her hair dribbled water onto the tile floor. Shivering, she glanced at the small white clock on the counter. 9:34. School had started at eight. Lovely.

Her mother gave up, no longer hearing water running, and trudged back downstairs to take her own rinse. At least Isabella hadn't exactly used up the hot water. She turned to the sink and squeezed out her hair, contemplating her options. How much did she really want to go to school? Sure, she had skipped golf class a few times when they weren't going to the course, but the team usually headed to one of the closer eateries. Taco Bell wasn't really calling out to her, and she wasn't exactly in the...condition for Dairy Queen.

Her teeth chattered. Food, in general, didn't actually seem too appealing at the moment, but even if she wasn't caught skipping by one of the usual prowling officers, she didn't want to head out into 20 degree weather with no coat whilst soaked to the bone. She heard the bath turn on downstairs. Staying home was also not an option.

The corner store isn't too far from here. If I walk quickly, I can make it there without too much of a problem. And so she Isabella left the bathroom and headed across the hall. She pushed her door open with a small creak, and took in the array of clothing strewn across the room. Jeans and an old hoodie. She tied up her hair into a messy bun. I could be taken as an art student. An art student without coffee. It was safe to assume that no soul would dare bother her.

9:41 am

The wind hit her hard as she walked out. Her hair still wasn't dry, but she had no way of fixing it, so she resigned herself to pulling over her hood. It would probably start to freeze. Oh well, she had more split ends than manageable already, what was fifty more?

She was leaving through the back door, but it may have been a better idea to just go through the front. Her mother would still be in her bath, but the front door was right next to her room, and it squeaked. Still, it was quieter than her current route of exit, which you could hear open and close a few houses away. And then there was the iron gate. Slowly, she eased it open, being sure to lock it into place behind her, and trotted down the driveway, teeth chattering. Phew.

"Welcome to the corner of happy and healthy..." the cashier drew out. Isabella nodded towards the woman and continued to the back of the store. Shelves lined the walls around her, but she paid the contents no heed. She was set on one thing, and one thing only. After all, when you're this cold, even Walgreens coffee is edible. As she reached the dispensers and tea stands at the store end, she reached her hand into her pocket, only to pull out but a gum wrapper and a hair pin. Alas, as the luck of the girl would have it, she had forgotten money. She would be tired this morning. Ah well, I doubt that they'll mind me loitering for a few minutes. She wandered through the aisles, letting herself warm up a bit before heading back. But not before something in the window caught her eye.

Isabella could have sworn she saw it, but whatever it was had disappeared before she could blink. I'm just seeing faces. Probably a symptom of hypothermia or something. She shrugged and continued out the door.

Central Texas may not have been a great receiver of snow in recent years, but it still wasn't pleasant in the winter months. Too much wind and too many clouds. She wrapped her arms around herself before trekking out and glancing up. A storm was slowly building itself up above the small city. She sighed, and looked across the street in the direction of the school. There was a physics test today, wasn't there? Not as if she would have passed it. She resigned herself to the foul weather and began to walk again before realizing that she hadn't quite planned this far ahead. Where to go? Lost in thought and still unironically staring at the horizon, she walked straight into traffic.

SCREEEEECH.

She started and froze. Isabella had found herself curiously in the middle of the busy street, two cars nearly crashing while trying to avoid her. She narrowly missed being hit by the third.

How she managed to end up here, she did not know.

"Shit."

She didn't know way to turn. It was much to late to run back, and there was no way she could continue into the left side of traffic. She couldn't just stand still, and most of the cars likely couldn't even see her. Surrounded by car horns and the screeches of tires struggling to turn on slick ground, she was a deer in literal headlights; an animal stuck in the road - she froze.

The slight mist turning in with the clouds wasn't helping her case. Not at all, as the sky began to darken.

Hey there! I don't know why the chapters are so short, I usually write way too much, actually! I also apologize for the choppiness. I'm rewriting, so please tell me if it doesn't make any sense! :) Also! I wasn't going to say anything about her appearance, but her hair and eyes do play a small role, later on. However, please imagine her however you want! Also, would anyone be interested in being a beta? Please PM me if you are!

Thank you for reading, please leave some critique, I need to know what I'm doing wrong here, haha!

ok, one last thing...

check out the BB fanfic called Tabby Cat! It's very long, and I'm not sure if it's still being updated, but it will change your life. It's by EvilVampireDucky, I believe.