Hey guys!

This is my very first story that I have ever written...outside of class anyway. I may be updating a little slow, with school work and all, but bear with me - I will be updating as soon as possible!

Also, I reluctantly have to say that I do not own Kuroshitsuji

Where…where am I?

I'm hearing…sounds. Strange sounds I've never heard before.

I open my eyes to the bright, cloudless sky above me, feeling the breeze coax my face. I sit up and take a look around. I can see small trees around me with each of its delicate branches swaying with the wind, and a sidewalk winding around the park that I'm sitting in the middle of. I look to my left and see a man handing out papers from his stand to nearby people. I stare at them and realize that I don't even know where I am, or even my own name.

I stand up on my slightly shaking legs and slowly make my way over. I stop next to him and look up at him. He stands there for a minute before realizing that I'm even there. He bends down to my level and says "Why hello there little girl! And what would your name be?"

I just stare at him, not knowing what to say. How was I supposed to tell him that, when I didn't even know it myself? So I just stood there next to him, silent. He waited for a moment before saying "Alright, now run along. I need to get back to work."

As he went back to selling his papers, I looked at one of them. August 9, 2007. Hmm…somehow, that just didn't seem quite right…

I was wandering the streets, looking at the different sized buildings. Many had glass windows to look at the products that each sold inside. Clothes, toys, furniture, it seems like they have everything here!

While passing by one of them, I look at my reflection. I seemed to be about nine years old, ten at the most. I had curly brown hair that went to my shoulders in rings and big ocean-blue eyes with long feminine lashes. Looking down, realized that my attire was slightly different than everyone else's; it was pink with a fancy floral pattern and seemed a little too formal.

I frowned. Why wasn't I able to remember anything that happened? It was like everything up until now was completely erased from my memory. Did I have a mother or a father? What about brothers or sisters? Did I even have a home? I sighed and started walking again. Maybe I should ask for help?

Just as I was about to comply with that thought, a man came up to me and smiled. "Hello! What's your name? Are you here with a parent? It's really easy to get lost here."

I stared at the man. He had short platinum blond hair and was fairly tall. He seemed to be very nice; maybe he could help me? I smiled back.

"I don't know my name, sir. I'm not even sure if I'm here by myself or not"

His eyes widened, shocked. "Do you remember anything? Anything at all?"

My smile turned to one of sadness. "Uh, no."

The man crossed his arms, eyebrows creased. "Well, that's going to be a little bit of a problem. I think I may have to take you to the hospital. Since we're going to be together for a little while, I suppose your going to want to know who I am." He smiled. "My name is Greg."

Greg…what a strange name.

He led me to his car and we drove to the hospital. Once we got in, we waited for a few moments before the doctor called us in. He led us to his room and set us down. "So, what seems to be the problem this afternoon?"

After explaining to him what had happened, he had a look of understanding flash across his face. The doctor gave a long sigh. "From what I gather, I have come to the conclusion that you have a case of amnesia." His eyes narrowed. "From what, however, I'm not sure. Seeing as how you aren't feeling any pain, I can't say that you were injured – you're not even showing any bumps from an accidental hit to the head. It's a complete mystery as to why you have no memory."

Greg smiled at the doctor and thanked him for his time. We left the room and the building, heading back to his car. Disappointed, I grabbed for the door handle. Before I could open it to sit down, I noticed something on two of my fingers; a beautiful sapphire ring and a shining onyx one. Getting in the passenger seat, I take the blue ring off of my middle finger and examine it. It was somewhat large with a fancy silver band; it looked too expensive for a girl like me to own, especially at my age. I put it back on and repeated the action with the other one. It was a simple-cut jewel surrounded in what looked like glass stones with a plain silver band. Looking on the inside, I see something engraved on it. Reading the tiny writing, my eyes widen.

"…Cassandra…"

"What was that?"

I jumped, surprised that I had forgotten that I was sitting next to Greg. I look at him for a moment, and back again at the ring. Finally, I gave it to him to show him what I discovered. "I think that's supposed to be my name."

Looking at his face, I watched his eyes narrow with an emotion that I couldn't quite place. Glancing at me, he must have seen the confusion etched on my features, because his expression changed to his normal cheerful one. "Sorry, I'm just glad that I am finally able to call you by your name…Cassandra."

I nodded, not really believing his statement.

"Since you have no where else to go, why not come and stay at my house for the time being?"

Should I? I stared at him. I have nowhere else to go, and he's been so nice to me. Maybe just for a day or two…? "I suppose I'm ok with that, I just don't want to be a burden."

He smiled. "Great!"

We were quiet for a few minutes before we reached a house, his house I presume. It had two stories by the looks of it with a white coat of paint. It had curtains covering all of the windows and a red door. There was a small crabapple tree near the walkway and hedges lining the sides of the house. It looked like a comfortable place to live.

I open the door and get out of the car, admiring the house. Greg smiles at me and starts heading for the door, sticking the key in and turning it. When we get inside I take off my shoes and look around once more. It was a really quite simple place.

"Home sweet home!"

I follow him up the stairs and into the last bedroom at the end of the hallway. "This is your room. The bathroom is right across from yours, and my bedroom is the first one on the left. It's getting a little late, so would you like to get ready for sleep?"

Shocked, I look out the window. I hadn't even noticed the light fading from all of the excitement from today…

"Yeah, I think I will. I'm a little tired."

I bid Greg goodnight and closed my door. I look around my room. The bed was in the far right corner next to the window, a pleasant azure color. The open closet was across from it, empty. There were two desks on the left wall with a full bookcase on the right. Taking a closer look at the content, I noticed that all of the books were educational ones; Literature, Arithmetic, Government, and anything else you would probably find being taught in school. I figured that maybe they were old texts books of his of when he used them.

It wasn't until I started sliding the sleeves off of my shoulders that I noticed I had nothing to wear to bed. Frustrated, I sighed and pulled them back up. I grabbed the covers of the bed and pulled them back, climbing in. Pulling them back on my person, I shifted until I was in a comfortable position, thinking back to all of the events that transpired today until succumbing to a restless sleep.

I awoke the next morning feeling refreshed and headed into the bathroom. I closed the door and looked at myself in the mirror, thinking back to the dream that I had last night. I frowned; it truly was a strange one. I dreamed that I was in a mansion and silhouettes of people surrounded me. I couldn't make out who they were, no matter how hard I tried. However, I did hear someone speak.

'I order you, keep her safe.'

The voice sounded familiar, but I just couldn't place it. I shrugged. Dreams were only dreams, right?

As I was descending the stairs, I heard Greg talking. Strange, I thought no one lived with him? Curious, I eavesdropped on the conversation.

"It's her, I just know it is."

"You're sure?"

"Of course I'm sure. I saw the rings, didn't I? Once you report this, he will be so pleased. I can't wait to get this over with…"

"But you heard what he said, it can't happen until after she turns twenty years of age."

"I'm still not exactly sure why he needs to wait another ten years…"

The person I did not recognize sighed. "Because in order for it to be a legalized sacrifice and not a killing of an innocent child in the eyes of our Lord, we need to wait until she is a full grown woman. He admitted that he almost made that mistake when he tried once before, and he will not make it again. Therefore, it is your job to keep her here; make sure that she cannot escape – weaken her, lock her up, I don't care, just do it!"

I gasped. Are they talking about me?

They immediately stopped conversing. Had they heard me? Not risking the chance to find out, I opened the door nearest to me and ran down the stairs. I realized that I must be in the basement. My senses were being hoarded by the unbearable stench that was present in the room. Feeling around for a switch, I turned on the light and stood, horrified at the scene in front of me.

Red.

There was red everywhere, staining the concrete walls and stone floor in splatters. There were chains linked to the wall farthest from the stairs, only reaching a few feet I estimated. And…

A figure lying in the middle of the floor.

There was a pool of still-fresh blood surrounding her. The mop of strawberry blond hair was in knots, caked with the redness that was still wet on the floor. Her limbs were bent at odd angles, sticking every which way. Her glassy eyes were centered at the center of the ceiling right above her, unseeing.

Tears were forming in the corners of my eyes. I have never seen a corpse before…

Unable to take the sight anymore, I turned around, only to face a hard chest. I slowly raise my head to see Greg and the unknown person. Backing up one step at a time, I reached one of the walls, frightened to learn what was to become of me.

The man that I didn't know sighed. "It seems as though you may need to clean up this place, Greg." His mouth formed a sadistic smile, showing his sharp, jagged teeth. "Although, if it were me, I'd keep it the way it was – you know how much I love the color red.

I blinked. His voice definitely didn't match the way his appearance. He was a fairly tall man with long cherry-red hair and dark crimson glasses. He was wearing black pants with a white dress shirt and a black half-button up vest, a red over coat perched on his sturdy shoulders. His right hand was settled on his hip while the other was holding what looked to be a chainsaw.

Greg walk was walking over to me and finally stopped when he was towering over my small figure. He snapped the chain around my left ankle and walked over to the body on the floor.

He smirked. "Grell, come and help me move this. I want my guest to feel welcomed to her new home."

The man called Grell giggled femininely. "Why, of course! Wouldn't want her getting sick on the first day, now would we?"

He grabbed her upper body, while Greg grabbed her lower body. Before walking up the stairs, they stopped and Greg turned to me. "You might want to get used to this, Cassandra – you're going to be here for a long time."

They then made their way up the stairway, leaving me shrouded in darkness.

I jolt awake from another troubled sleep, gasping to breathe. I looked around the familiar room that I have come to call "home." The same splattering patterns greeted me as I shifted to lean against the wall. For as long as I can remember, I have been having the same dream; about the one in the mansion. And for as long as I can remember, I have never been able to see any of their faces – I can only ever hear that one sentence.

"I order you, keep her safe."

I sighed, it's a mystery that will never be solved. To pass my boredom, I often look at each of the stains on the walls, trying to picture and think of all of their stories. When, you're locked in the dungeon-like basement of a Satanist for ten years, that's the only thing you can really do – you have nothing else to do and you become curious.

On the floor above, I can hear the normal laughter and conversing of Greg and his fellow worshippers. The grip on my knees tightened. I prayed that none of them would come down today. Other than to bring food, the only times any of them descended the stairs is to sacrifice another poor victim, to beat me until I was a bleeding mess on the cold floor, or to relieve themselves of their stress, sexual tension, or anything else that gives them the excuse to tie me up.

As I was wrapped up in my thoughts, I noticed that everything became quiet. Alarmed, I stopped breathing to see if I could pick up any sound coming from upstairs. After a few minutes, the door to the basement was jerked open and the thundering of footsteps running down the stairs broke the silence.

Oh no…

The light was turned on, and I could see each one of their disgusting presences, one holding a knife and a few others holding rope. This was a new one…

"Do you know what today is Cassandra?"

I rolled my eyes "No Greg, it's not as though I actually have a damned calendar to what our plans are for the day."

The next thing I knew, my head was jerked to the right, a stinging sensation pounding in my cheek. He pulled me to my feet, his face inches from mine.

"You will NOT speak to me in that manner, do you hear me?"

I was silent, biting my tongue to keep me from spitting in his face.

He lowered his voice. "I know for a fact that you are at least twenty years of age now Cassandra. Do you know what that means…?"

My heart stopped. Of course I knew what that meant, how could I forget? I could remember that entire conversation as clearly as the day it was said.

When I said nothing he gave some of his men directions to tie me up. Instead of acting as their rag doll as I have for the past ten years, I fought them; slapping, hitting, clawing their faces and biting at their hands. Unfortunately, there were six of them and only one of me – they had me tied up on the ground in just a few short moments.

As they were saying their normal prayer before making a sacrifice, I silently said my own prayer. Please! Somebody…anybody help me! I don't care if you're God, or the devil, or whoever the hell you are, just please help me!

They had finished their own prayer, and I was certain that no one – not even God – was going to save me. I closed my eyes when I saw Greg raise the knife over his head, ready to plunge into my chest. I waited for the pain of steal tearing into my skin, but instead I heard a struggle going on. I opened my eyes and saw a man that I had never seen before fighting the Satanists, three of them were already laying in a pile of their own blood. He pulled one of them in front of him as Greg tried to stab him, killing his fellow follower instead.

Being the only two left, they came at the unknown man from both sides. The man easily sidestepped them, maneuvering the knife out of Greg's hand. He slit the throat of one of the men, leaving Greg to be the only one left. Angered, he attempted to steal the knife back. The man ducked down, dodging the attack and shoved the knife through the under part of his jaw and watched him collapse.

I was speechless. Where had this man come from, and how had he managed to take down six men in a matter of minutes? I stared at his back. Slowly, he straightened and stood to his full height. I could hear his even breathing as he walked over to me. I froze, realizing that he could just as easily kill me like he had just slaughtered those men.

The man stopped a few feet in front of me, and I was finally able to examine his appearance. His skin had a very pale color to it. He had raven-black hair that was cut to be longer in the front and had bright, glowing crimson eyes with long, delicate eyelashes. He was wearing black dress pants and a white dress shirt. He wore a half-buttoned up vest and a very expensive looking black coat. At his full height, I realized that I only came up to his shoulders; the tallest person that I had seen in a long time.

He looked me in the eyes, as though searching for something. He grinned and knelt down, right hand over his heart. "It seems as though I have finally found you, my Lady. You have been gone for quite sometime."

I blinked. "Who…are you?"

The man sighed and stood back up. "I was worried that this may happen. I will explain everything once we get back."

"W-wait, where are we going?"

He grinned down at me. "We are going home, my Mistress."

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