Yes, I'm doing it, AGAIN BWHAHAHA! New story...well...not really new since it's posted on a different website in a different way but I want to rewrite it. It stars my insane OC, Caroline Doll Baskerville. There are really no pairings...if there are, they are quite minor…Unless I throw in some BreakxGil but the main focus is adventure, horror, and humor I suppose.

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Chapter One: Beckoning

"Jack…."

"…You...It's you..."

Silence passed as the flames licked at their feet, sweat dribbling down the curve of the older male's temple as it mingled with the blood on his cheek. In his hand he held a sword, traces of blood lined upon it, heating up as the tip was incased in flames as it lay limp at his side in his tight grip. His chest was a rapid rise and fall of panic and fear, staring at the small child in front of him as if he'd witnessed the death of hundreds at the hands of a vicious merciless demon. Her visible eye seemed to pierce through his very soul as it scanned the blood splattered on his shirt and coat, bloodying the expensive fabric. Her eye soon bore into his green emerald, the blonde examining the blank cyan color of her own eye. Time ticked on and they stood where they were, the blaze increasing as the heat intensified. A support beam came to a crashing stop against the ground as it splintered, the girl gasping as blood spilled from her stomach and pale cracked lips as a piece of wood lodged deep within her insides, twisting around her entrails beneath the delicate skin.

The blonde stared in horror as the only show of that the girl was in pain was the constant gasping and flow of blood down the corner of her lip, her legs shaking as she did so, chuckling and choking on the blood that filled her lungs. He could no longer take it; he hopped over the support beam and landed in front of his half sister. She wasn't going to survive. She stared up at him, her knees giving out but the hand that clamped around her arm kept her up right mostly. Her cold eyes bore into his haunted ones, a wicked smile breaking out across her features as she attempted to speak her final words.

"Big brother….I…is guilty…" she giggled and coughed, spitting up blood onto his already ruined shirt, "I don't want your fucking pity you cold hearted son of a lying scumbag bitch!" she squealed, coughing savagely as the coldness in her eyes dimmed and she wretched, the pain intensifying as she drew in her last breaths painfully, tears bubbling over the surface of her bottom eyelid as they spilled over them and cascaded down her cheeks. She almost looked like a scared and lost child if it hadn't been for the twitch of a smile at her lips as Jack raised his sword and pierced her heart, her head flying back as she gasped, blood spilling as she let out an involuntary howl of pain as she trembled for a moment before falling limp against him, her eyes a complete blank as her cheek rested against his forearm.

"I'm sorry…I can't help but pity someone like you.." the blonde muttered as he yanked his sword from her body and pushed her from his arm, her body falling forward and further impaling her body on the wooden beam with a sickening squelch noise as her insides pierced and twisted disgustedly, her head hitting the ground with an echoing thud as the blonde continued down the hall.

The brush was thrown from the small hand and across the room, bursting the window with a loud crash and a spray of glass onto the floor. A petite girl stood at a dresser, her hands clenched the top, her knuckles whiter than a ghost. A soft hum was the only thing that interrupted the eerie silence that filled the room as a candle lightly flickered nearby on the bedside table. The long and skinny fingers soon slacked as her body arched backwards as though there was no spine in place to prevent her from being immobilized, the soft hum continuing as she straightened and her shoulders hunched forward a bit, her delicate fingers pulling on the cracked skin of her bottom lip as she pouted softly, her light violet curls bouncing as she walked over to the window, the pain that shot up her legs as she walked through the glass did not seem to phase the child as she stared out into the crisp evening, glancing behind her as she heard scurrying feet at the halls just beyond her wooden door. Soon an impatient knock echoed throughout the fairly large guestroom, pounding against her ears as she glared at the door.

"Come in…" she beckoned soothingly as the door was flung open to reveal a rather rumpled looking male of twenty four.

"Are you alright Caroline?" the ebony haired male asked urgently as he raised his candle to get a better look at the girl beside the window, seeing the glass at her feet and feeling the chill fill the room as a breeze blew in from the shattered window.

"Quite fine Gilbert…"

The male seemed to recoil at the sound of his name, staring at her suspiciously as his eyebrows drew low over his eyes and his lips turned down in a rather non-attractive worrisome look.

"You're in a pool of glass, you are obviously not alright!" he retorted as he stepped further into the bland room, setting his candle at the dresser the girl was previously at as he cautiously made his way over to her, sidestepping any glass that threatened to embed itself in his foot before swiftly grabbing the girl up by her underarms and hoisting her up and firmly setting her on the bed, his hands curled around her thin arms as through he could cover her arm span twice with just one hand.

"Im fine..." she repeated sweetly, leaning forward and biting his nose.

He recoiled, jumping backwards and releasing her as he stared at her, "Don't do that!" he commanded, frustrated, tired, and sadly a bit embarrassed by the dust of pink that filled his pale cheeks.

"Why?"

"Because he said so, Dollie." a new voice interrupted.

Both heads turned, one more swiftly at being caught venturing into the room again, the other calm as a smile spread.

"Evening Vincent, did I wake you with my racket?" the girl questioned with a curious tilt of her head.

The blonde stared over at her, a smile spreading, "Of course not," he responded as he walked over, leaning back against the taller of the three, his hands resting on the broad shoulders.

Gilbert looked back at his brother questionably but looked back to the main problem of the situation. She was looking quite innocent as the blood from her feet dripped down from her cuts and onto the floor beneath them, smiling softly the whole time, her hair obscuring her real expression of blank hatred as she stared at Vincent, itching to grab the knife hidden skillfully beneath the pillow just inches away from her so she could slice him up and use his blood accordingly.

"You need to go back to sleep Caroline." Gilbert said lightly, feeling a wave of tiredness wash over him.

The girl scooted her hand a bit closer to the pillow.

"I don't wish to sleep tonight."

"You have to!"

"A few more inches..."

"Nii-san if she doesn't want to sleep, leave her be..."

"But Vince!"

"Almost there..!"

"Let's just go back to bed now..."

"Ah-ha!"

The two males turned their back to the girl as she raised her knife, the two walking to the door as she flung the knife at the back of the blondes head. The blonde turned and smiled, his head tilting a bit to the side as the knife whizzed by and hit the wall in the hall as he raised a finger to his lips.

"Goodnight Dollie."

She let out a howl of frustration.

"Nii-san…she's not safe to be around.."

The elder male looked over at him, wondering why he was followed to his bedroom.

"I know Vince.."

"Why do you venture into her room each night even though she does something like that every time..?"

A thick silence filled the room as the ebony haired male pulled his sheets up from the bed and buried himself in them, sighing into his pillow as he glanced over at his blonde brother.

"Vince…it's not a problem..She's just a troubled child, okay? She needs to be watched or else she'll hurt herself."

"Gilbert" the male blinked at the use of his name, "you're so naïve and sweet…" the blonde whispered with a soft giggle, "Goodnight nii-san~"

And with that, Gilbert was left in his room alone, staring at his door through the darkness as his eyesight adjusted to fit the setting, sighing softly as his head hit the pillow with the softest of thumps, staring up at the ceiling, feeling quite tired as his eyes lowered lightly, his thick eyelashes brushing against his pale cheeks as he heard the faintest of songs, one he knew was not being verbally said but something in the back of his head, whispering caressing words of sweet nothings in a soft lullaby. The song was familiar yet so distant, his eyesight blurring as sleep took over him abruptly, yawning as his eyes fell close and his soft lashes rested against his cheeks.

"Come along Dormouse…"

The chain above the male lifted its head sleepily, watching the door open as one red eye stared, the chain floating over to it willingly.

"Nii-san doesn't need to be awakened again.."

The chain made a noise in response, resting above the contractors head as he made his way back down the halls of the Nightray Manor, avoiding the creaking floorboards he had memorized so long ago. As he approached his destination, he heard the humming of a familiar song, grimacing at it even though it seemed to sooth him, creaking the door open, not surprised to see that the knife that had once been embed in the wall was gone, peering inside the room cautiously.

The humming faded to a stop, the child absently kicking her feet up in the air despite the indecency it had once her nightgown fell to remain scrunched up at her waist.

"Vince...~?" was the question though she made no move to sit up or fix herself.

"Hai…"

"No sleep seems to come to you even though you have such a chain I see...How pathetic…"

The blonde didn't respond, staring at her with a tired expression as she pat the bed space next to her. He seemed reluctant which was something new, his lips twisting in a scowl as he soon gave in and walked over, Dormouse hovering near as he examined Caroline curiously. The child pat the bed again absently, staring at him with a smirk and raised brow, feigning worry and question as he said something under his breath as he laid next to her on his side. The blue-eyed girl turned to face him, an arm resting over his waist and an arm soon under his head as he circled her waist span with his arms, sighing softly as his head resting in the crook of her neck.

"You'll receive your payment tomorrow.."

"I can wait Vince…it's always entertaining when you need help..."

The blonde gripped her waist in warning, his nails stabbing at the flesh underneath the dress but he simply received a giggle in return.

"Masochistic."

She growled and tugged his hair.

"Sadist."

The two said no more as a silent agreement was made, the long nimble fingers running through golden hair as she sang softly, the soft lullaby soothing his headache and need to sleep, eyelashes drifting downward to brush against his cheeks, involuntarily nuzzling into the warmth of the child he so urgently clung to, knowing he wished to sink his scissors into her flesh as much as she wanted to do to him with the knife hidden under the pillow beneath his head.

"Come little children...I'll take thee away…into a land of enchantment..."

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