This is only my second story so I'm still working on my writing style. Please R & R and enjoy! :)
Main POV
I lay on my cot listening to the steady tapping of rain on the roof. Slowly the light, gentle tapping changed in to a harsh beating of the droplets as they fell violently to the ground. I saw the lightning flash through the window, and listened to the thunder clap and boom. I should try to fall asleep I though to myself. Maybe he won't bother me if he believes that I am asleep... Suddenly the front door was thrust open and slammed against the wall behind it. Act like you're asleep! Quickly! I slowed my breathing and evened it out as much as possible for my frightened state.
"Christina... Where are you?" He called out. His voice was slurred, but harsh. I remained still and attempted to stay invisible.
"CHRISTINA!"
He was right next to me now. He roughly grabbed my shoulder and yanked me up from my bed. "Were you ignoring me?" he growled out.
"I didn't hear you, Lucious," I stammered out quickly.
He slapped me across the cheek. "LIES! And what have I told you about addressing me by my name?!"
"I'm sorry sir!" I said quickly. "Please forgive me."
"Hn." He threw me to the ground in front of him. I quickly though about what would be within reach for him to grab and beat me with. There shouldn't be anything too bad... Wait... I had been conditioning my leather lead rope. It was next to my bed...
Next thing I knew there was a sudden, stinging pain across my side. I put my arm up defensively and it was next to be lashed. He lashed me a few more times before he stopped. I went to get up and as soon as I was on my feet he began to his me with his fists. He punched me in the stomach a few times, before back-handing me. When I fell to the ground he kicked me in the side. After that he just turned around and headed for his bedroom so that he could pass out from his drunken state.
I groaned and tried to get up. It took a few minutes, but once I was back on my feet I hobbled out of the house and closed the door as quietly as possible. I slowly made my way down the street to the undertaker's shop/home and feebly knocked on the door. After a few seconds he was there opening the door and helping me inside. He led me to a chair and helped me slowly sit down.
"What has he done to you now?" Undertaker asked.
"He came home drunk. I acted like I was sleeping, hoping that maybe he would leave me alone. He just thought I was ignoring him, so he whipped me with my leather lead rope and beat me like normal."
"I see. Let me get some herbs and bandages. I can try to dress some of the wounds."
I nodded but remained silent. Undertaker came back holding a small box that contained medical equipment. "You seem quieter than normal, even after one of Lucious's beatings. What is the matter?"
"I think one of these days he's going to hit me one too many times, and kill me. What shall I do?"
"It is not yet your time. You will live for many more years. I can assure it."
"But how do you know? Even you cannot see the future."
"Just trust me. I know that you will live a long life. I cannot disclose how I know, but I do."
"Thank you, uncle. I don't know what I would do without you."
"Any time Christina. You know I'm here."
He rubbed a white paste onto the open lash wounds on my arm and gave me a cream that I could rub on my bruises. Then he left the room, only to emerge later with a robe for me to put on, since my dress had blood on it. "You know where the bathroom is. You can change in there. Will you be retuning to your house tonight?"
"I'm not sure. I should, but I don't want to go back yet."
"That's fine. I'm going to go to bed. Leave me a note if you decide to go home."
"Yes, uncle. Sleep well."
"Goodnight Christina."
I went to the bathroom and removed my dress. I examined my body in the mirror to assess the damage. There were older bruises that were yellowing and fading, then there were the purple ones from a few days ago, and the greenish ones that were still forming. My ribs were really tender, he may have cracked one of my ribs. I sigh. This was getting horrible. I would do almost anything to get out of that house. I rub the cream on any of the spots that were tender to the touch and put the new robe on. I think that I'll sit here for a while, then head back to the house. I can't call it a home. It never has been for me. I sit down on a cushioned chair and lay my head back. I sat there for a few moments before dozing off into a deep, resting sleep.
3RD POV
Undertaker woke up the next morning and walked out into his main living area. He immediately saw his niece, Christina, asleep in a chair. That poor girl he thought to himself. Why she stays with her father, I don't know. He shook his head and went about his normal routine as quietly as possible, so as not to wake her. He got dressed and went into the front of the building that was his work area. He started constructing a new coffin and wondered if there would be anyone in today.
As if on cue, the young Lord Phantomhive and his butler, Sebastian walked through the door.
"What can I do for you today Lord Phantomhive?"
"I'm here for information." Ciel stated plainly.
"Usually I would have you make me laugh, but as for today, I cannot. You will just have to pay double the next time you are in need."
"And why is that?" Ciel said, sounding annoyed.
"Nothing to concern yourself with, my young Lord."
"Anything that I am curious about is of my concern! Now answer me!"
"Please quiet down my young Lord. If I must, I will tell you! Just lower your voice."
Ciel took a deep breath then stated in a more suiting tone "Now why must I keep my voice down, Undertaker?"
"My niece is sleeping in the other room. I don't want to disturb her. She had a hell of a night last night and she needs her rest."
Sebastian seemed to become interested with his words. "I didn't know you had any family... What happened to her last night so that she may need to rest late into the afternoon?"
Undertaker took in a deep breath and let out a sigh. "Her father has beaten her for years. Lately it has gotten particularly bad and she came to me last night after he mistreated her. I bandaged her wounds and afterward she fell asleep in a chair in my home. She needs rest to heal."
"I see," Sebastian replied. "Young master, may I have a word with you in private?"
"If you must."
As Sebastian and Ciel stepped outside the door, Undertaker began to feel uneasy with their sudden need to converse privately. He tried to fight off the feeling and continued working on the new coffin.
"Uncle? Are you there?"
The Undertaker, hearing his niece's voice walked through his shop and back into his living quarters. "Yes Christina, I'm here. Do you need anything?"
"Do you have something to drink, my throat is dry."
"Yes, here, I made some tea earlier." He handed her a cup of tea that was getting cold from sitting out. "I apologize that it's not hot."
"It's fine, uncle. You've already been more than hospitable."
"It's no problem, really."
"I have one last question."
"Yes."
"Do you have a pair of scissors?"
"Yes, but what ever would you need a pair of scissors for?"
"I'm going to put my dress back on, but I'm going to need to cut off the bloodstained sleeves. Blood is always hard to get out of cloth, especially when it's sat for a while."
Undertaker crossed the room and opened a drawer. He pulled out a pair of scissors and took them back over to her. "Here you go. Though it's a shame that you keep having to cut the sleeves off of your dresses."
"Yes, it is, but, thank you." She said with a smile.
He gave her a small grin and replied "any time my dear, any time."
She walked into the bathroom, and Undertaker walked back out to the front of the shop so that he could be there when Sebastian and the Young Lord reemerged from outside.
Not much happened in the first chapter. The build may be a little slow, and I apologize. R & R please. Thank you for taking the time to read this, it is appreciated.
No flames please, but constructive criticism is welcome. I mentioned before that this is my second story. My first was posted under another name (Gaaralover17). It was a ItaSaku vampire fic called the Awakening.