How did I end up here? Living with the Devil and a strange boy under one roof, in an unfamiliar Manor in a country that i've never lived in? The place where I am now seems impossible, but the road I took to get here is even more unbelievable. So let me start from the beginning and I will do my best to remember and write down what happened in what I can call the best and most terrifying years of my life.
23/08/2013
They say the number 23 is a mysterious number. The 23 enigma states that most incidents and events are somehow connected to the number 23. Whether this is true or not it is up to you to believe. However, I have no choice but to believe in it with all my heart.
My name since 'the incident' has been Mortimer Magdalena Bishop. How many letters? 23. My birthday is the 23 of November 1996 and I was in a car accident on the 23 of August 2013, that was also the day I ended up traveling back in time. And that, my friends, is where my story begins.
BIIIIINNG.
"Fuck!" I howl as I shoots up straight in bed. Grabbing my phone I switch off the alarm and roll out of bed. Yawning and stretching I check the time; 7:45. It's only another 4 hours before my flight leaves. I have enough time to make it to the airport. Making my way over to the bathroom I wash up and get dressed quickly before rushing downstairs. getting washed and dressed before packing my bags and heading down the stairs.
"Good Morning."
I stop, staring at my mother. "You were awake?"
"Of course." She flashed me a smile.
"And it didn't occur to you that I was going to mis my flight?"
"Oh honey you're 17 now, you're a big girl you know what to do."
I sighed, hugging her once quickly as a good-bye before snatching a muffin, grabbing my suitcase and handbag and rushing out the door. I sigh, running out of my house out to the taxi cab waiting outside.
The drive to the airport was short, thankfully, but I had butterflies all throughout my stomach. I was going to visit my father before school started. My parents had divorced when I was younger and every so often I liked to go and visit him. That was until he moved.
Maybe if I had been I would have been more aware of my surroundings everything would have ended alright. I always was, always ready, always prepared. But not when it came to seeing my father. I was to excited. I was too deep in though to notice the car that had skidded off the road, heading straight towards me. Headlights and people's screams were all I heard before my world went black.
(127 years or so prior...)
Rainfall. Pouding, relentless rainfall. I opened my groggy eyes, taking in the darkness around me. Fear shot through me, paralyzing my already freezing body. Where was I? Why was it so cold?
Lightning tore through the sky, the thunder rumbling soon after. I jumped, rushing to stand on my wobbly feet. I was in a forest, that much was made clear when the lightning illuminated the towering tree tops. Slowly I took a step forward, then another. However, that ended soon as my foot caught in something and I suddenly tripped, falling face forward.
"Oh fuck." I stood up, catching my balance and raising a hand to steady my spinning head. Squinting at the strange object, I try to make out what it is.
"Aw yeah thank the Heavens!" I scream when I make out the yellow of my suitcase. To my surprise my bag and suitcase were both there. I quickly throw my bag over my should and grab the suitcase, hauling it behind me as I slowly being to make my way forward.
Lightning continued to strike and the wind began to pick up, howling through the trees and piercing through my clothes. It was cold, far too cold. I needed to find shelter soon or else I was going to die. What day was it anyway? How did I end up in the middle of a forest.
"Just my luck."
I frowned in confusion, noticing that the trees began getting sparser. I sighed, if only the rain would stop too. I stepped out of the trees all of a sudden, into a clearing of sorts. And that was when I saw it. A house. No no, that's a lie. A mansion. It was huge, and it looked like this was only the back of it. Lights shone through a few of the bottom windows, however the rest were pitch black.
"Jesus Christ."
A smile broke on my lips, before I broke out into a run. Rushing up the steps I stood outside the grand door and raising a hand, slammed it.
"Heyo! Anyone home! Please!"
I took a deep breath, stepping back. I bit my lip, waiting. But there was no answer.
My heartbeat began to pick up, pounding in my chest. Then I knocked again.
"Please! Anybody!"
Suddenly, the door opened. I opened my mouth to say something, however abruptly stopped at the sight of the man on the other side.
"My apologies, I had not heard you due to the rain, how may I help you?" His smooth voice broke through the silence, shocking me. He stood waiting for my response for a moment before he seemed to finally take in my appearance. "Oh dear. Whatever happened to you?"
I looked him up and down, taking in the strange black suit, his polished look, but most of all his attractive appearance. That was one good looking man.
"Hi, look, I'm really sorry, but I don't know what just happened to me. Can I please stay here for the night? Or maybe until I get things sorted."
His eyebrow rose elegantly. "Have you no home to go to?"
I noticed the british accent that rolled off his tongue. I'd only been to Britain once before, what would I be doing there now? Maybe I was dreaming. Yeah that seemed far more reasonable.
"I don't know what happened exactly, but I know something's not right. Please, have some heart."
The man smirked at that, nodding his head before stepping forward and taking my bags. I stepped into the castle of a home, taking a deep breath and whistling at the sight of it.
"Look at this shit, this is amazing."
"I beg your pardon?" The man in black questioned.
"Your home is magnificent."
He closed his eyes, placing a hand over his heart. "My apologies, I have failed even to introduce myself. This is not my home, I am nothing more than a butler here for Lord Ciel Phantomhive. My name is Sebastian Michaelis."
"Ahh. Phantomhive. I have no clue who that is, man." I frowned, not even bothering to pretend to understand what he just said. "I'm Mortimer M. Bishop." I stuck my hand out for a handshake. "You can just call me Mo."
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Bishop." He grabbed my hand, lifting it to his lips and placing a soft kiss.
I stared at him, eyes wide. "What the fuck are you doing?"
He shook his head. "I must say, I have never heard a lady speak such as you do, nor dress as you are dressed. Especially in this weather. And with a man's name."
"You got a problem?"
A smirk lifted the corner of his lips. "Not at all. Follow me please."
I nodded, making my way after him up the large staircase before us.
"Yeah, well I didn't exactly plan on this."
"Plan on what?"
"Waking up in the middle of a forest."
Sebastian looked over his shoulder at me. "That's very interesting. May I ask however, why you are dressed in such a manner?"
I frowned, looking down at my shorts and t-shirt. "Everyone dresses like this, it's comfy, why should I care? What the Hell are you wearing is my question."
"Proper attire M'Lady."
I narrowed my eyes. "Didn't I tell you to call me Mo?"
He placed my bags down before a door. "It is rather rude to call you by your first name, let alone a shortening of it, considering we have just become acquainted. Now here we are M'Lady, for the night I will allow you to rest in this guest room here. I shall come to check on you in the morning, will you be alright?"
I nodded. "Yeah of course! Thanks." I smiled at him. "Oh, sorry, do you know what time it is?"
"Just past midnight M'Lady."
"Shit! Sorry to bother you then."
He nodded.
"You know, it doesn't matter to me, you don't have to call me M'Lady, I really prefer Mo."
"We shall see." He nodded and turned to leave.
"Oh come on man, it's not like we're in the 19th century here!" I said with a laugh and wave of my hand.
At that he stopped, turning back to face me.
"I beg your pardon?" He asked, face in what seemed to be confusion although with a hint of amusement.
I frowned. "We're not in the 1800's. You don't have to act so proper around me."
"I believe you are mistaken M'Lady, for we are."
My heart stopped for a second. This guy didn't sound like he was joking.
"What, no." I furrowed my brows, then for the first time I took a good look around the room I was in. The bed was large, along with the room itself. It was heavily decorated and rustic looking, but yet clean and polished. Unlike anything I was used to.
"No." I whispered. "That's not possible."
"Is something wrong?" He asked, stepping closer to me.
I sat down on the bed, staring at Sebastian. "What year is it?"
"The year? It is 1886 M'Lady."
"Fuck."
