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Yeah... I dont know either. It started out as how Sebastian got his view on humans... but then it turned into his previous master :D! Yay for an OC!
I just want to mention, that this in no way should ever be referred to for history, cause I just want her to be the princess of England, and her father the King. And in no way am I a part or owner of the Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler Manga/Anime... If I was Sebastian would've taken his shirt off by now...
I got a few complaints on how the story flowed, so I fixed it :D. It should be a bit better now. :)
Anyway, Faves and reviews makes the world go 'round. :) ( Or gravity and inertia...)
Even after everyone had left, I stayed. The whole kingdom had given their blessing and left, but they didn't deserve to visit her grave. To gaze upon where she would sleep for eternity, and I knew hidden somewhere in that crowd, was that murderer.
I hugged her head stone tighter, crying harder. I missed Lily. Her warm skin, and gentle touch, or only how we could tell eachother apart, excluding mother and father. How similar we looked, but how differently we acted. How her hair was so much silkier and softer than my own. I missed those cool, crystal blue eyes stared into mine.
I missed Lily, so much it hurt.
My heart was breaking, and mind ached to be almost able to read her thoughts or actions.
I missed having someone close to me.
Damn that bastard! I gritted my teeth at the rememberence of last night, and wept harder, too.
"Goodnight, Pandora." My sister told me.
"Sweet Dreams, Lilian." I replied, hugging her. I gave a last tight squeeze, and released her. Lily's yellow night gown almost seemed to glow in the radiating moonlight. Her hair shined delicately, tousled that same shade of milk chocolate. I felt like I was looking into a mirror that made you look much prettier than what you actually were. She pulled her pink lips into a smile, and retreated to her room, which resided next to mine. If we couldn't sleep in the same room, we'd be as close as possible.
I walked back to my room, passing the guards that protected our doorways.
I made my way towards my mirror, hoping to see that I looked just a little more like Lilian. Even if she was only a minute older than me, I still had more childish features, my eyes were too big, and my skin was far too pale to be close to her peachy skin. My hair was darker, and looked like that god awful dark chocolate, that I despised. My eyes are a much paler blue, with a dull gray color just barely tinting it, my bust wasn't nearly as large as hers, and my curves weren't as noticeable as hers. I was too skinny in my waist, and too fat in my thighs. I pouted, I was never as good as her. We were the same height, and had the same love for animals, but that was the only similarities that I could find with us.
I pulled my hair into a bun, hoping it wouldn't be as messy in the morning as it usually was.
As I sat down in my bed, a noise was heard in the hallway. A ear-splitting shatter, and loud thumps heard outside my door. Curiosity won the fight, over common sense, and I crept over to my door. In my attempt to be sneaky, the door utterly ruined it, as it creaked every moment it moved. I peaked one eye out of the door. Nothing seemed strange, besides the guards missing. Maybe, one of those buffoons broke a vase and are trying to hide it. I stepped out of the room, onto the cold, hard, stone floor.
I came to my sisters wooden door. I opened her door, exiting the empty hallway. She sat upright, looking cowardly in her bed. When she caught sight of me, her face pulled into a relieved smile. I walked over to her bed, and sat down with her. Lilian pulled me into her arms, hugging tightly. She pushed me away, holding me out at arms-length.
"What do you think that noise was?" She asked, worry in her voice.
She had fear written all over her face, and decided to reassure her, rather than share my ideas. "I'm sure nothings going on, the guards are probably checking up on it right now."
We held eachother for awhile, whispering what could've happened. her ideals were darker than mine, but we stopped when we heard someone coming back. A man ran into the room, he was covered in a cloak, black as night. He ran toward sister and I, laughing manaically. She ripped me from the side of her bed, and dragged me along, darting for the door.
Who would want to do us harm? We were just the twins of the King and Queen of England. Why would anyone want to hurt us?
He wouldn't hurt us, it was probably just a guard or servant trying to scare us. Or Papa just playing a trick on us.
Right?
"Oh little girls~. Let's play a game!" He started laughing as he continued to chase us, swinging his knife through the air.
I tried to run along with her, but yet again, I wasn't as athletic as her. We dodged and ran, but came to the back of a hallway. A dead end. Funny how ironic it was?
She started to scream, but I sat there, patiently waiting for it to be over. I don't know why I didn't do anything, I really didn't. I was scared too, but I couldn't show it. The mancontinued to slash his silver knife as he ran towards us. Lily got on top of me, blocking him from my sight, and then, she made a gargled gasp. She coughed up something. It was warm, thick. But it wasn't spit. I felt it. Blood.
It was spreading all across her stomach, as guards came charging in. the knife was still lodged in her stomach, almost reaching to me. I couldn't see her face, I gripped her shoulders, and shook her.
"Hey sis, that was scary, wasn't it?" I said gently.
Her head looked up at me, weakly. She smiled weakly at me and said, "I love you, Pandora..." Her head became limp, as did her entire body. "Sister...?" I shook her, again.
I continued shaking her to the point where it became violent, and all her rag-doll body could do was fall over herself. A guard removed me from her, as a doctor hurridly came to the scene.
Screams of pain were coming from the direction of where the killer escaped.
I started bawling.
I couldn't stop.
Here I was, still sobbing. The rain probably going to give me a fever.
A set of squishy foot steps came. I looked up from the head-stone. Making no move to stop crying, he continued towards me. "Fair Princess, you should be in your castle. Not in a grave yard."
Commoner. Why should I trust him, he could've been the one to kill my sister.
I glared at him, hoping it looked as fierce as I could with tears flowing out.
He handed me a hanker-chief, I was taken slightly aback, and gave him a second look-over.
He looked more or less a noble, he had the rather expensive looking purple vest and dark gray pants, a white ruffled collar, his brunette hair looking styled. I trusted him a bit more.
He gave me a knowing look, he reached out a hand, "I can help you, help you find happiness, again." He said with a deceptively charming smile.
I took it, with a nod, and I already felt a bit happier, that at least there was one good person who wanted to see me happy. I noiced how caked in mud my dress was, I immediatley felt shame and embarrasment. He chuckled at my attempts to get it off.
"Don't worry, no one will mind." He tugged me along the city streets, commoners pointing and staring, nobles giving a glance than going on their way. Block after block on the cobblestone streets made the shoes I was wearing unbearably uncomfortable. I finally ave in and asked.
"Where are we going?"
He looked at me and gave a little smile, "We're going to my meeting place, my friends will be very happy to see you."
I raised an eyebrow, and he chuckled warmly. I was a little suspicious, but him laughing made me think of how handsome he was and everything else in my mind just went blank.
We started getting to he outskirts of town, beggars all around, with houses that a breath would knock over. We finally reached a rather suprising build. It looked to be made of very dark, slabs of stone, a oak looking wood, and a door sealed. Far different than the rest of this area. Beggars where stalking us and I squeezed his hand impatiently.
He turned to me, his atmosphere different.
"Have you ever heard of Sebastien Michaelis?" I shook my head.
"Ah, I should've guessed, usually royalty never hear of work like this." He clicked his tounge in disapproval. I'd rather not be disappointing inhis eye, so I inquired, "Who is he?"
A twinkle in his eye appeared when I asked, "You see, Sebastien Michaelis is a writer," Before he continued, he knocked on the door twice. A man slid open a small opening, only his et of eyes visible. He took one look at me, then back to... Oh I never even got the man's name. The man eaned over and whispered into the opening, and I heard latches upon locks being opened, it seemed to be almost a full minute before he opened the door. "Come, let's talk more inside." He smiled warmly at me, and I followed him like a lost mutt. Still, not letting go of his hand.
We walked into what appeared to be a waiting room, a set of stairs leading to an attic, and another leading down to a basement.
He sat down on a couch, which I followed. He put his arm around my shoulders, which made me blush, and lean into him a bit. "So Sebastien Michaelis wrote a book, The Classificaion of Demons." I looked at him, giving him a look of confusion.
"He wrote of all different kinds of demons, ones that feed on the fear of us mere mortals," The other man locked all of the latches on the door, and stood in front of it, a gruesome smile on his face.
"then there are demons which take our lust, some that will do anyhting for a bite of human flesh." He smiled at me, this time, the man's smile was ear-to-ear, and filled with malice. "Oh, but thats not why you're here. You see, for this one, we need a test subject. Someone who is easy to keep track of, even afterwards. And who better than the princess?" I looked at him removed my hand from his, and tried to escape his grasp."Then there are servant demons, once you summon them, you have to give something precious in turn for their eternal servitude." He tightened his grip on my shoulder, holding me down, and closer to him. "Some times they want your virginity, a first born child, and sometimes, even a soul." His eyes weren't as nice or gentle as they were before, and he was squeezing me too hard, it hurt.
Guards, where are guards? I opened my mouth ready to scream, then his hand slapped over my mouth. "George, go get a gag." His voice was rough, not a smooth as it was, and his eyes were so evil. "We want you to meet this demon, give him whatever he wants, then we will watch you, testing him and you. If you refuse to do anything, and come back with no one, we will kill you. Oh, and give us something to study, or we will for you." He laughed as if he made a horribly sick joke. "How does that deal sound?" He forced my head to nod, just as 'George' returned with a long, thick piece of cloth in hand. He released the hand from my mouth, and I screamed and squirmed as much as I coud before the gag was tied tightly, and securely in my mouth. "She'll be trouble getting her ready for the ceremony, my Lord." 'George' stated, not even glancing at me.
'Lord' quickly looked at me, and started to think. His pondering stopped, when he picked up a pillow, and shoved it into my face, I oculd barely breath. He held it down firmly. I kicked and hit as much as I could, but I was never really strong.
I felt myself drift off into unconsciousness.
When I awoke, I was strapped down with leather belts, to a stone table. I could feel that there were carvings beneath my body, and how cold it was, due to me now having no clothes on. I tried to break out of the straps, but it didn't work. I looked around, and I was surronded by men in purple cloaks, and masks painted white, with the mouths painted into red smiles. A few of them has small knives and they neared me.
They starts to cut me, driving the small knives as far to only puncture, and draw blood. It hurt, badly. I screamed and squirmed. How could they do this to me? The damned creatins. I am of royalty. One drove the knife it too deep and I screamed out.
"Stop! It hurts!"
One of them masked men, moved his mask out his face, jus enough for me to see him. It was that 'Lord'.
That man promised me happiness.
To stop that pain. The depression.
"I don't want to do this!"
Oe man pulled out a brander, and pushed it deep against my skin. I screeched in pain.
The searing of that mark against my skin.
All those cloaked people.
"HELP! Someone, please!"
Holding me down.
Torturing me.
And those masks...
"Please... Anyone...!"
They smiled at me. Sinisterly.
They started chanting, foreign words that made no sense. But, it was so loud.
"I'll give you anything you want! Just stop!"
Deafening.
"Lily! Help me!" I cried out, hoping that my dear sister, somewhere in Heaven, could hear me.
I heard them whisper somthing, "You are now an unholy being, one with a demon..."
I could now feel it. My voice gave out, and all my senses burned.
My old self was screaming at me for what an Idiot I was. To allow this to happen. To accept his deal to make me happy.
His charming brunette hair, slicked back. A mask, detailed in a crimson red, a beige cloak hiding the rest of his creamy skin.
But, his charm wasn't what got me. It was his hand.
He was the first one to offer a hand to hold.
I agreed, and and stupidly followed.
Only to find myself here. Dying before these Satanists.
My eyes burened too much to watch their tormenting smiles.
My hopes were gone. Dreams crushed. Happiness was ruined. And life was defiled by these people.
They took my weakness, my moment of it, just to mourn for my sister. The only person cared for, or looked out for.
Where ever they touched and binded down my limbs burned with an ever passionate fire.
I could feel the darkness enter, and the chants become louder. Their grip loosened, and left my touch, but the burning stayed. I made myself move to run... but, I couldn't move. With every attempted move, it felt like my skin was being ripped off. The tears that once rolled so gently down my cheek, now felt as if it was a fiery hot knife cutting down my skin.
It hurt. It hurt so badly.
Why did they lie? Why lie to your future Queen?
It hurt to breath. Like acid flowing in and out of my body.
My throat. It's closing up. The world. It's closing for me.
I couldn't bear to hold another second concious, and I slipped into a forced, painful slumber. I heard someone whsiper, "Accept the deal."
I had no chance of rest, as I awoke, standing on a red bridge, leading to somewhere. I looked around, unsure of where I was. A sea of pure white feathers scattered and piled on the ground beneath the bridge, and for miles onward into the black horizon. If that weren't oddly enough, I was back in my funeral gown, the black one, with gray and white frills, before it was dirtied with mud, and a light blue bow around my neck. I touched it gently, I could almost feel my sister's presence still on her favorite accessory.
I glanced behind me, which was one of the biggest mistakes of my life. Dozens and dozens of dead trees blocked whatever path might be there, but atop those trees were billions of black crows, all with the same red eyes that seemed if they were craving something from me. It terrified me, and I dashed forward to where ever that bridge led me to, hoping it was far away from those birds.
"Welcome, Pandora."