Chapter 1
Evelyn
I sit in a dark alley on the seedy side of London. Normally this wouldn't be the smartest thing to do, especially being a women. But I'm not like most women. I trace the edge of the purple blade of my scythe subconsciously, my other hand gripping the intricate mahogany handle. My father gave me the beautiful weapon for my eighteenth birthday. I can here him now scolding me for referring to it as something as lowly as a weapon.
'Evelyn' he would say 'a death scythe is not a weapon. It is a tool you shall use to reap souls. Reviewing cinematic records is an art form. A reaper mustn't simply kill, he or she surveys life. That is the most beautiful gift of all. Do not take it for granted.'
I smile at the memory. After that he would always ramble on about how reapers these days didn't appreciate the classics. That's the reason he gave me the traditional death scythe instead of what 'kids these days' had. I didn't mind then and I don't now. I miss him.
Cynthia
"Get back here you brat!"
I don't listen. All I care about is my shoes smacking against the pavement. Faster. He reminds me of that man. Although, most people remind me if him now. I tuck my stolen food under my arm. Faster.
'Run Cynthia!' Father yelled. I knew then how serious he was. He never called me Cynthia. I hesitated, taking one last look at him. He stood in front of me and mum, his face determined, his eyes full of love. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. 'Run with mummy' he said. She gave him a quick kiss before grabbing me and sprinting to the fire escape, tears running down her face.
'Don't cry mummy. We'll see daddy again soon' I said, more of a question then a statement. She just nods and runs faster down the metal stairs.
I run like she did that day. Faster. Faster.
'I love you Cynth. I love you' mum whispered.
'Love you too mummy' I said. She smiled through her tears and placed me inside an empty barrel. She kissed my forehead before I was encircled in darkness. I heard her run from me but she didn't get very far.
'Where is the girl' the man asked. I heard mum scream and he repeated his question.
'She's f-far away... You can't touch h-her' she said, pain thick in her voice.
'I highly doubt that. Despite your amusing efforts, we will find her'
I turn down a dark alley, drawing sharp breaths. I am fairly certain my pursuer didn't get far when chasing me. He wasn't in the best of physical shapes. I'm not going to try and justify what I did, stealing from people is not something I'm proud of, although essential to my survival. It's only been a month and I'm already this desperate.
"Hey kid, didn't anyone ever tell you stealing is wrong"
My head snaps up from the loaf of bread I snatched. A women with long, Black hair and green eyes sits on a crate. She wears a slightly tattered purple dress and carries a matching scythe.
Evelyn
The girl locks her gaze with mine. Her blue eyes widen at the sight of my scythe. I smirk slightly when she pales. She kneels down, setting aside the bread she stole.
"Wait a second ok?" She says. I raise an eye brow but comply out of curiosity. She takes a chunk off her loaf and I wait while she eats it. The girl then sighs and hangs her head, letting her black and gold streaked hair fall in front of her face. She stays that way for a while.
"Thank you. I'm ready now" she says.
"You're welcome but I have no idea what you're talking about" I smirk at her.
"Am I not on your list?"
"Not today" I state
She frowns, as if she was looking forward to dying. Strange child...
"If that's all, I'll be going" I say, jumping off my perch and turning to walk away.
"WAIT!" She yells.
Cynthia
The women pauses, turning back to me. I know I'm crazy. I know she can kill me if she wants to. But it's not like I have anything to lose. My family is dead, my belongings amount to my filthy, white dress that hangs in shambles upon me (Although, it should be, I've been wearing it for the past month) a sad excuse for a bar of soap, and my bread. That's it. If she somehow agrees... She can protect me... I won't be alone again...
"Please... Can you help me? I know you're probably busy everyday but please... I need some help... No matter how small..." I plead.
"Sorry kid, but you don't want to hang around with me... Too dangerous"
"The place I'm going has protection! Not that you need it of course... But it would be nice..."
"Where is this place?"
"The country side..."
"Are you sure you know where it is or if it even exists? Do you even know the name?" She snaps, stepping towards me. I flinch.
"The Phantomhive manor... It's in all the papers..."
The women pauses for a moment.
"How do you intend to get in?"
"A name"
"Who's name"
"A name of consequence to an important person on the estate..."
"Who's name?"
"Maria Ellens' name"
"Have you met her?"
"Yes."
"Where is she, maybe she can help you"
"Dead"
Her face softens and she sighs.
"You are to keep your head down understood? Blend in as much as possible. Don't make relationships with anyone until we get there. You get on my nerves even once I swear I'm gone. You got it?"
I nod quickly.
"I'm so stupid" she mutters. "What's your name? Have you used it anywhere?"
"Cynthia. You can call me Cynth too, I respond to either. I've been using fake names if I ever had to."
"Good. I'm Evelyn. Call me that and you'll die at my hands. I go by Eve."
"Eve" I repeat and nod. She reminds me of Maria...
Hey, its me, this is my first black butler story and I'm only a bit through the second season so no spoilers! Also it may take me a while to update but I will never give up on this story without notice. One other thing is that I just went to my cousin's funeral today so please refrain from negative comments for today only… She was 14.…. So yeah… The black butler gang will be appearing in the next chapter, MGN OUT!
Edit: I rewrote this terrible chapter... Ugh... I changed a lot... I'm rewriting lots of this fic... Be sure to read everything over again because I just changed the entire structure of this story... I've finished both seasons of black butler now... Yeah...