Hi! I'm Way2Dawn. This is my REAL first story I'm posting up on here. Please try not to be rude but I will take advice on how to fix up the story a little bit. So without a further or do...BEGIN THE READING!
Intertwined Lives of a Devil and Girl
Prologue
"You are a Phantomhive…"
Those haunting words were struck in my brain. An old-fashioned carriage with two lean horses came in front of the house.
"You ready, dear?"
I turned around to see my aunt. "Claire…I shouldn't. Really, I'm much better off living here with you."
One of Claire's giant bear hugs suddenly strangled my body. Her blonde waves were in my face as I tried not to let any single hair hit my mouth.
"Aerith…you deserve this. After your mom and dad left me with you, I knew you wanted to be free. You don't have to lie."
I opened my mouth to protest but stopped.
"See? Go on and see your life. You are a mere fifteen-year-old girl and want to be free. I know. I felt the same."
I was silent.
"What? Cat got your tongue?" Claire chuckled.
I shook my head.
"It's just…I thought I was a Mazen, not a Phantomhive as well." I said
"Dear, didn't you know? You have two last names. Surely, Galla and Matthew could have told you." Claire tilted her head.
"No…they never did." My eyes quickly looked down to the ground, avoiding Claire's big blue eyes.
"Oh…no matter! Come on!" Claire grabbed my wrist and dragged me down to the carriage. She yanked the door open and gently pushed me inside.
My face landed on the cushion of the seat and I heard the door slam. I twisted my body to where I was lying down on the seat. I sat up straight and looked around. Inside was brown walls, dark blue curtains and royal blue cushions. I sighed and crawled to the window. I peeked through the curtain and saw Claire talking to someone. I could see his face perfectly.
Pitch black hair. Long bangs covering the sides of his face. Devil red eyes. To top it all off, he was wearing a butler's suit.
His face was suddenly confused and whispered to my aunt. I tried to listen but the area of birds and trees rustling made it hard to hear. My aunt's head began to nod slowly and said something back.
This time I could hear it clearly.
"Aerith…"
They were talking about me.
The man said something back.
"Deal…"
A deal about me perhaps?
Claire whispered something.
"Protect…"
The man nodded and bowed slightly.
"Very well."
His blood red eyes looked straight at my pale green eyes. My eyes stretched as he looked away and smiled at Claire.
I closed the curtain fast as I heard footsteps come to the carriage door. I sat up straight and the door swung open.
"You're all set." Claire smiled.
"Okay." I said.
"All of your belongings are at the mansion already. I'll see if I can come visit sometime tomorrow, all right?"
I nodded, "Goodbye Claire."
She blew me a kiss and waved.
"Bye, love."
With that, the door slammed again and the carriage began moving. I sighed once more.
My name is Aerith Mazen and I am 15 years old.
No.
Now it is 'My name is Aerith Phantomhive-Mazen and I am 15 years old.'
No one believed I was the true heir to the Phantomhive estate or the Funtom Company. That all changed when my aunt came crashing through the door, holding a vintage document, screaming those four words into my ear.
"You are a Phantomhive…"
I was born on November 13, 1910. I was the only daughter to Galla Mazen and Matthew Phantomhive. My mother kept her last name in honor of Mazen's troubling past with the Civil War.
"You are a Phantomhive…"
I really do not know what happened to my parents that night. Hmph. Nevertheless, I know for a fact is that they were both killed. Who…I do not know.
"You are a Phantomhive…"
I had to live with Aunt Claire for 13 years. I lived with her and my cousin, Isaac. However, when I was eight, he was all grown up and left to join the army. Claire prays every night for his safety.
"You are a Phantomhive…"
…
"You are a Phantomhive…"
Those words.
"You are a Phantomhive…"
They are going to stick with me for sometime. I know. I am Aerith Mazen-Phantomhive and my life is finally going to begin…