Okay, so this is the first chapter in what I hope will be an exhilarating story. But read and review! Let me know what you think. Is anyone too ooc or anything?
There was a bronze-haired woman striding home from retrieving a few loaves of bread from the local baker. The streets of London were never the safest but one grows used to the violence and knows how to avoid the drama. But some will never learn. And it's proven by the sound of a boy in distress. The young woman sighs and redirects her path through the alleyway and she picks up the pace and soon sees a group of about five thugs beating on a boy curled in a ball in the middle of the cobblestone. That just pisses her off.
"Oi! You lot better leave him alone!" They turn to her and sneer. Once they begin advancing she sighs.
"Now you're going to make me have to set down my basket aren't you? Tsk Tsk." She tosses her basket of bread to set against the wall of the building to her right.
One of them laughs,"Oh ye? An wot's a pretteh lil fing like you's gonna do bout it?"
She just rolls her eyes and whistles. Before any of them could move again a rather large mass of black feathers dove down from the sky and started attacking.
"Oh Cerin, nice of you to bring friends." She laughs and jumps before spinning and kicking two of the bastards in the mouth in one swipe. She elbows another in the neck and punches one in the kidney before slamming her palm into the forehead of the last one with great force making him drop like a sack of spuds. Once they're all writhing on the floor and incapacitated she waves her her hand. All but one of the birds flitter off. The last one, a hefty crow lands on her outstretched arm.
"Such a good boy." She says, scratching the back of his head gently. "You may go."
He takes off and she walks over to the boy who's now sitting up and and looking at her incredulously with a wide sapphire eye. She kneels down and smiles to him.
"Hello, are you too terribly hurt? Sorry I didn't hear all the fuss sooner." Offering him her hand once she stands back up. He accepts it and shakes his head.
"It's fine, thank you. And I apologize that you had to intervene. Had my butler not gone running off chasing something or another this whole mess wouldn't have happened."
As if on cue, a lean black clad man drops down behind her. She doesn't startle, but rather turns around calmly and this causes the man to frown for the briefest moments before meeting her eyes and smiling at her graciously.
"Ah, I appreciate your aiding my young master. I can see you were rather efficient. My thanks. Master, I deeply regret not being here to intervene, however if you would have remained in the carriage as I had requested I do believe this could have been avoided. But it would seem your uncanny ability at getting into trouble-"
"Oh, shut it Sebastian!"
"My apologies, master."
The boy turns to you,"I am Ciel, the Earl Phantomhive."
She smiles at him once again," It's a pleasure to meet you Ciel. I am Lady Andromache Bennett. But you may call me Andy. It's also a pleasure to meet you too Sebastian. But might I say, I would think a demon butler such as as yourself would have more tact when arriving with a lady present. You should be more aware in the future." She gives him a smirk as his eyes take on a dangerous gleam.
"And might I be so bold as to ask just what exactly are you." He asks with a downright ferocious smile.
She giggles, "Why, I'm a lady of course." His eyes narrow and she can't help but laughing out loud at this.
"Oh, you mean what manner of being am I? Well I'm something entirely my own, but how I came to be would be an average reaper named Carlisle Bennett fell in love with a magically inclined human woman and poof a year later I come into existence! Quite a lovely story. Wouldn't you agree?"
Ciel frowns,"If you're a half shinigami, why aren't you wearing spectacles? And does that mean you have a death scythe?"
"Well my mother made a potion to be given to me once I was born, you see she knew of the vision problems but also knew she wasn't going to live long enough to see me drink it. So I was given that as soon as I was dried off. As to your other question, yes I do have a scythe. I inherited it from my father once he was killed by a particularly hungry demon after the soul he was set to collect. I got it when I was 7. Been being taught by my uncle to wield it until I reached 16. Would you like to see it?"
All she got was a blank stare from Sebastian and a 'I suppose' from Ciel. So, eager to show off she rolled her wrists and slammed them together causing a loud 'chink!' from the set of bracelets attached to each of her arms. There was a faint blue light and once it died down there was a scythe with an axe head behind the curved scythe blade and a straight dagger like blade at the end of the twisted and vertebra wrapped handle. It had carvings of various animals and it stood at almost 7 feet long and she handled it with ease.
"Ahah, it does look a bit much but my dad had a bit of a flair for the dramatic. Must have gotten it from cousin Grell. But I did add the animals." She shrugs and ghosts her finger over a panther sitting next to the axe-head. Sebastian looks semi impressed. Ciel just raises an eyebrow.
"You know, Ciel, It would probably be pretty useful to either learn how to handle a cane as a weapon or start using a sword-cane. You would at least be able to take care of some clods like these." She pokes one of the unconscious thugs with the end of her shoe.
"Well perhaps you would like a position at the estate as a tutor, I trust you are well educated."
"Why yes I am! And I think I'll enjoy being there." She dismissed her scythe and hugged Ciel with a smile. He sputtered and froze with an awkward frown.
"I've always wished to have a younger brother or sister to spoil and protect. And you, my little earl will be just that!" She backs off and lets out a low whistle and Cerin comes and lands on her shoulder. "Cerin, I would like you to go home and tell Dante and Asmoday to pack my things, and help them too, don't just be a lazy bird and sit in the window while they do all the work. And don't think I won't ask them. Don't give me that look. Now go. Thank you." The bird flew off after giving the butler a glance.
"So, you're a crow demon. I see it now." She walks over and picks up the basket she dropped earlier and begins walking out of the alley.
"Yes and why did that crow smell almost exactly like you."
"Ah you have a keen nose. Well he has a piece of my soul. And I a piece of his. It's nothing detrimental and I can break it off at any given time and my soul will become complete once more. It's because of a little ritual. I figured it out when I was 5. Cerin has been my companion since then."
"Exactly how old would that crow be, then." Ciel asks.
She chuckles," Well, that would make him 14 years old. The fact that I'm half reaper gives me nearly an immortal life span, as long as I'm not killed, so when I share my soul with an animal it extends its life to match mine. Quite the trick, huh?"
"Fascinating." Sebastian gives her an appraising look, and helps her into the carriage after Ciel.
"And no, mister demon, it is impossible for you to remove that piece of soul from my animal companions. If you were to attempt I would obviously know immediately and that's beside the fact my soul is, while possibly tempting to a demon, completely inedible. It will rend your demon form apart from the inside out even if you found a way to ingest it." She settles in the seat across from the earl.
"That is quite interesting." Sebastian said as he closed the carriage door. "We will be stopping by your place of residence to gather your things and after which we will be en route to the manor."
"Alright, well you're going the wrong way to reach my house." She said with a chuckle.