This one, Irritable
Alyce sighed, wandering around the old Phantomhive Mansion. She walked the empty halls, and explored the empty rooms, thinking on the tragic end of the previous owner, young Ciel Phantomhive. Her father had bought the estate and the entire Funtom company from the grief stricken mother of the Earls fiancée. Now, since her father had to tend to business matters elsewhere, she was tasked with caring for the estate.
Of course there were maids, servants, a chef and a gardener. It would be frowned upon if she were to dirty her hands. She rolled her eyes, thinking of the strict discipline that was set on young ladies shoulders. Of course, that never stopped her from dressing as a maid to explore the city. She giggled as she remembered getting into deep trouble more than once.
She fluttered through the halls, like a butterfly flying here and there, looking in rooms and examining old portraits. The best way to describe her would be curious. Like a cat, she always had to get into things that her nose didn't belong in. She had dark brown, shoulder length, wavy brown hair and deep bluish-silver eyes.
She walked through the halls until she reached the master bedroom. She slowly opened the door and peeked in. it was rather simply decorated. There was a lot of red, as if the previous owner was always bathed in blood as he slept. She walked over to the bed, treading lightly so that she wouldn't alert the maids to her wanderings. She sat on the crimson sheets and let herself fall back onto the silken spread. So soft, she thought to herself, smiling.
She sat back up, curious about the other items in the room. She saw a little desk to one side and decided to investigate. She went through the many useless papers that were stored there, considering giving up on it. She paused, noticing that the bottom of the middle drawer was slightly off set. Alyce quickly removed the papers and started to try and find a finger hold to pry it up. There! She thought excitedly as she gently lifted the trick bottom. She felt disappointed when all there was were a few old dusty papers.
She picked them up, realizing they were music sheets for a violin. They were un-named and the note placing seemed a bit chaotic. It wasn't written by any composer she knew, but she would play it sometime anyways, just to see what it sounded like. She got to the last paper and froze. There was an image shining through from the back of the paper. She turned it over and accidently got a paper cut. "Ouch!" She exclaimed. She stuck her thumb in her mouth and proceeded to suck gently at the wound.
She looked at the strange image with confusion. It was a pentagram with a circle around it and another circle around it that looked like stitches. In her moment of confusion, she placed her cut hand on the picture and a few drops of blood dripped onto the image.
Instantly, her vision went fuzzy and she fell backwards. Her eyes went black. But the darkness was moving, like a crows feathers falling all around her. She reached out to touch one, but they all fluttered away, revealing a dead forest. Her eyes widened at the ash that fell from the sky onto her hair and eyelashes. But it wasn't a sky. It was solid black. Confused she looked around.
Her eyes locked with a black dog, a crow hopping along beside it. The dog looked a bit mangy, its fur ruffled here and there. Its eyes glowed a deep reddish color as it stared at her. The dog padded forward, approaching her like it would prey that couldn't run. She tried to back away, but fell backwards instead. It sat a foot from her and seemed to grin slightly. Then a voice, echoing through the dead forest spoke:
"What brings you to a demons domain?".