Have you ever had the feeling that you were facing sudden death? Were you can hear your heartbeat thundering in your ears? Were your body feels paralyzed? Well, then you know how I'm feeling right now.
I was plummeted toward the earth at a hundred miles per hour, my small nose facing straight down at a plush forest. The wind rushed past me, whipping my long hair around in all directions. With every breath I took I fell ever so closer to the cold, hard earth. And I had no way to stop myself.
Or at least that's what you're probably thinking. Don't feel bad though for being wrong. You don't know.
When I was only about 100 feet from the forest below, I snapped out my saviors. Fourteen feet of light gray and ashy white feathers. I must brag about my wingspan. Each of my feathery wings were seven feet long and at least five feet wide.
My free fall was suddenly stopped as my wings slowed my decent, powerfully moving up and down to keep my small frame afloat. Yep. Wings. Are you saying you don't have any? How strange.
Just as I started to rise steadily into the air though, I heard the sound of a gun going off. I barely had time to process the sound before an agonizing pain shot through my left wing. I cried out in surprise and pain, trying to support myself with just my good wing. The thing about wings though is that you need two to fly. What a shame. I only had one at the moment.
I started falling to the earth once more but this time I had no way to stop myself. I guarded my face with my arms as I fell through the trees of the forest. Branches ripped feathers off my wings and tore at my flesh. All the air flew out of my lungs as I crashed to the ground. A low groan escaped my lips as I lay on my back, staring up at the sky I had been flying in only moments ago.
I rolled over onto my knees with a grunt of pain. My body was sore and I was sure I had a bullet lodged into my wing. Not good.
Just as I had started to get up, I heard the faint sound of voices. "That was quite a large bird you shot, Young Master." The voice was smooth, like honey, and had an amused hint to it. It sounded like the voice of a man. "Yes. Peculiarly large." Another voice responded, sounding younger and more serious.
Crap. I had to hide before they found me and saw my wings. That'd be bad. I would be so done for.
I tucked my wings as tight as I could against my back and had to bite my tongue so I wouldn't cry out in pain as my left wing throbbed in agony.
I quickly jumped behind a tree just as two people walked out into the small patch of grass. No fair! Why couldn't I have landed there instead of a few feet beside the small clearing where the trees were!
Putting that thought aside for now, I cautiously looking around the tree at the pair of males. The taller one looked to be somewhere in his twenties. He had jet black hair and a strange dark red color that almost downed out the pupil of his eyes. Maybe it's just because he isn't that close and I couldn't see his eyes to well. Besides the strange color of his eyes, he was perfect. Gorgeous and handsome. Too perfect, in my honest opinion. A smirk tugged at his lips as he looked down at the boy with him. The perfect guy was wearing a butler's uniform and holding a short cane in his hands. Surely not his, for he was rather tall.
The boy that he was smirking down at looked to be around my age, thirteen. Though I hated to admit it, he handsome too. I hated to admit it because the gun in his hand proved him guilty of shooting me. He had strange navy blue hair, a color of hair I had never seen before, and sapphire blue eyes. Or eye, I should say. He wore a black eye patch over his right eye so only one of his blue eyes were visible.
He was looking around for the victim of his aim. Which unfortunately was me. "I saw it fall around here, so where is it, Sebastian?" The smaller boy said with a rather bored tone. Snotty nosed brat.
The older man, his butler I think, slowly drifted his eyes over the area surrounding him. I hid myself farther behind the tree, hoping he wouldn't see me. After a moment I slowly looked back out at the two Englishman.
My eyes widened as they locked onto the butler's. He was staring straight at me with that same smirk. I stayed completely still, not blinking, breathing, or moving in any way at all. Maybe he would dismiss my as part of the tree.
My hopes were crushed as he spoke without looking away from my icy blue eyes, "she is over by that tree there." He announced, pointing straight at me.
I watched in shock as the young boy's eye snapped over to my small form. His eye visibly widened as they locked onto mine.
Finally forcing my body into action, I spun on my bare heel and darted off through the trees.
"Wait!" I heard a voice call behind me but ignored it and continued to run. "Sebastian! Catch her!" I couldn't stop my triumph smile as I heard this. Though my wounded wing dragged painfully behind me, I was genetically engineered to be much faster than any human so I had no fear of being caught.
I thought I was faster than any human, that is. One moment I was darting through the forest and the next I was lying on my back, staring up at the thing I had ran into. It was Sebastian's chest. What? How did he even get in front of me?
I scrambled to my feet and attempted to take off in the other direction only to run into the chest of a certain butler again. This time I only stumbled backwards. A deep growl erupted from my throat as I gained my balance once more, glaring at the man in front of me. He simply chuckled under my gaze.
My head snapped toward the sound of a branch snapping. The blue eyed boy stood there, looking out of breath and wore out. He held my gaze evenly as he composed himself, walking closer to me. I took a small step backwards and was surprised to find that Sebastian had moved behind me and was lightly holding my wrist. I tried to pull away and when I couldn't, my eyes widened. He couldn't be human. I was stronger and faster than all humans!
I felt panic start to seep into my veins as I struggled to get away. "Let go of me, you bastard!" I shouted with a growl.
"My my, what foul language for a young lady." He reprimanded. "I'll show you foul language!" I snarled up at the butler. "Silence! Both of you!"
I promise the only reason I shut up was because I was surprised that such a small boy could put so much authority into his words. I turned my wide eyes on Ciel, momentarily forgetting the fact that my wings were exposed and one was soaked with blood. The only think that showed my pain was the tight line my lips formed.
He help my gaze before turning his eyes to the big bundle of feathers on my back. His lips parted in awe and he slowly walked towards me, memorized by my wings. I instinctively took a step back and his eyes moved back up to mine. Seeming to snap out of his daze, he straightened his back and looked at me with a false bored expression. I say false because his eyes would flick back to my wings ever so often and help much disbelieve.
"I am Earl Ciel Phantomhive." He introduced, his eyes racking my body. "And you are...?"
"I am the girl who you so rudely shot." I snapped back, lifting my chin so I was looking down my nose at him. That always annoyed people who thought they were better than others. Instead of getting annoyed though, he just furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and frowned.
I sighed, closing my eyes and lowering my head. When I looked back up I caught Ciel staring at my bloody wing with a deep frown. "Okay, how about this. You go back home to mommy and daddy and don't let anyone know you saw me. I will go my own way and if I figure out you told anyone about me well..." I trailed off with a dark smirk and a low chuckle.
Ciel didn't seem at all threatened. Instead, I caught a flutter of emotion in his eye. Sadness? It disappeared before I could place it though so I ignored it.
"I'm afraid I cannot do that. I have wounded you and therefore it's my responsibility to help you. Come. I'll take you to my manor." He turned around and with a flick of his wrist, Sebastian followed with me in tow.
"Wait! Wait wait wait!" I shouted in a panic. I was attempting to pull away from the butler but I couldn't get free of his death grip. The threat approach had failed and now I was out of ideas. The threat usually works...
"Yes?" Ciel asked without turning around or stopping. "Well...I can't let anyone else see me. I shouldn't even be letting you see me." I said with a frown, pausing my struggles against the man holding my wrist.
He sighed, finally turning around to face me. "There is no one else at my manor. It is just me and my butler."
At this a puzzled looked overcame my grimy face and a frown tugged my lips down. "So...no parents, I'm guessing?" My tone was gentle, not wanting to upset the boy, but edged with curiosity.
He simply shook his head, turned around, and continued to stride toward this manor he spoke of. His butler, much to my annoyance, dragged me along behind the eye patched boy.
"Could you at least order your servant to stop man-handling me?!" I protested, glaring up at the raven haired butler who simply smirked down at me in return.
"You will try to run away." Ciel stated simply. I snorted- very un-lady like might I add- and rolled my eyes. "I wouldn't get far. And you could just send your butler after me." After a moment of considering my points, Ciel ordered Sebastian to release his grip on me. I rubbed my wrist, grumbling as I did so, were a light red hand print had formed.
As my adrenaline from trying to escape wore off, the pain that assaulted my entire body became more pronounced. I noted there was a light limp in my walk were I was trying to avoid putting pressure on my injured ankle. My wing was crying out in agony, throbbing as blood poured out onto my light feathers. There were multiple small cuts here and there but they were nothing compared to my wing.
There were cuts and tears in my already crappy t-shirt and jeans. The biggest was one across my stomach were a branch had snagged me deeper than the other minor cuts. Due to the fact that the tear was so big, most of my stomach and my bellybutton were exposed. The red blood covered my skin so it wasn't feeling exposed that bothered me. It was the fact the chilly air of late October made the wound sting and burn.
After walking, or limping in my case, for at least a mile through the trees, we arrived at our destination. I froze.
My eyes widened as I stared up at the huge, elegant manor. From here, behind the mansion, a large, beautiful garden could be seen. There appeared to be every kind of flower you could think of. In the middle of the large garden sat a tall, elegant fountain. Crystal water sprinkled out of the top and made its way down into the pool of the stone fountain. The manor itself was so big I wondered why only two people lived inside. There had to be around a hundred rooms!
My wide eyes were glued to the manor, my mouth agape and my body motionless. Who knew a crash landing could lead me here?