Hey Everyone! I'm new to fan fics, so I hope you enjoy the story. I really do appreciate feedback(I am really mushy be forewarned) Yana owns Kuroshitsuji and Ciel, Bassy, etc!
The Undertaker.
A particularly cruel, perverted man, right? Yes, correct.
Loveless?
Not exactly.
But, Lea was particularly open-minded. She was a fine young maid living in the center of London. She served under a rich mistress and her husband, who treated her quite well indeed. A faithful maid she was, but she lacked a fundamental part in her personality: The ability to truly care for another, Love. This concept had never occurred to the poor child, for her parents had perished in a great fire when she was young. Many good lives had been lost in that house, including two nobilities: The Earl of Phantomhive, and his lovely wife. Their son had survived, sole heir to the Phantomhive fortune and toy company, Funtom. That lad was quite a curiosity, but Lea's story may prove to be as alluring.
A tall Lea of the Winchester Manor walked down a dark alley in the dead of night. Her chocolate flyaway hair whisked behind her as she ran to the manor. To her, this alley was a short cut, but to thieves and criminals was a perfect spot to commit their crimes.
Lea stopped.
Click... Click... Click
Someone's boots clacked upon the worn cobblestones of the alley.
"Hello?" Lea called in her light Brits accent.
"Oh, I'm a bit early, am I?" A strange voice spoke. "Your turn is next...oh what may your name be..?"
Lea heard the pages of a book flip rapidly in the dark.
"Ah, Lea Tanaka!" The voice said triumphant. "4 minutes from now! I am early!"
"For what exactly?" She asked.
"Oh, nothing exactly. Just stay here please!" A voice, distinctly male, spoke.
"Why?" She nervously backed away from the source of the voice.
"Because of the schedule!" He spoke adamantly.
"I'll be leaving now...," she ran to the end of the alley.
"No! You mustn't really!" The voice seemed closer.
A hand came out of the darkness and grabbed Lea. She screamed loudly, but another hand muffled the rest. Her body was pushed against another. She kicked and struggled to no avail. Long hair fell across her face.
"Oh here he comes!" The man said letting her go.
She broke free and caught a glimpse of an electric green eye.
"What the bloody heck!"she yelped.
She spun around about to run, but was blocked by a tall dark figure. Lea's eyes widened in fear.
"A-am I- g-going t-to d-d-die?" she trembled.
"Yes, my dear," the one who had grabbed her said. "And I will collect your soul after."
The tall dark figure reached a great hand out to her, but she did not scream. She shut her eyes and remembered.
"Great flames," she spoke as the figure wrapped his hands around her neck.
The hands stopped and retracted from her neck.
"Don't ya have guts young miss?" The assailant spoke with large arms at his side.
"Tell me, why should I be scared?" She asked with a large amount of seriousness.
"I have nothing, nothing. No parents, a grueling job. I have only my dream that was easily crushed by my mistress, so tell me, why should I fear a great selfish oaf like you?"
The assailant backed away, and Lea started to cry.
"I dunno what friends ya ave missy, but theys sure a frightn," he said tremulously.
"Pardon, what friends?" Lea asked, sniffing.
"The bloke behind ye!" And the assailant fell over dead with a fork sticking out of him.
"Wha..?"Lea whipped around.
A tall man in a tailored suit looked above her with a smirk. His eyes burned red with a dark passion. In his hands were pieces of cutlery.