This one is from an OC's point of view for the most part. It takes place in World War II. As fair warning, no Kuroshitsuji character shows up until about halfway though. Enjoy, and please comment so I know to continue it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji. The character of Lucia, however, is my own creation!

Almost everyone left in London was at the dance club that night, and almost every man, woman, and teen had eyes for only one person on the dance floor. She was packed with enough adrenaline to fuel the entire club, swirling, twirling to the melody, jumping and clapping in time to the beat! Her body moved like it was pulled by the manipulative puppet strings of the music, her green eyes sparkled reflecting all of the colourful energy and trapping it into her expression. Her short black hair whipped in one direction and defied logic as she swing her body back around in time for the finale. Everyone clapped and with a shock, Lucia realised that for the past five minutes, she had been the only one dancing.

After the applause died out, a slow dance started. Several people left. They were at the dance club for the relief of energetic music to take away their fears and troubles. The melancholic melodies that slow dance offered would only bring back their pain and loss. It was getting late anyway, and many of the people had to go back to their dark houses and sleep the night away on the drink they had consumed at the party. For at least a short time, the war wouldn't be there, their loved ones would be asleep beside them, and mortality wouldn't exist, such was the power of large quantities of rather cheap drink. In the morning, it would be back with a vengeance and a rather nasty headache, but the few short hours of bliss were worth it to most people, and so the dance clubs prospered.

Lucia inspected her appearance in the mirror in the mirror of the restroom. She was beautiful and she knew it. Her raven hair was glossier than ceramic. Her eyes sparkled with more facets than a brilliant cut emerald. Her face was perfectly shaped. And then the slow dance reached her ears. It was like being disillusioned. Her looks were all she had left and that was why she lived for the dance club. Her eyes may be as beautiful as emeralds, but the inside had been hollowed out and were worthless. Her delicate face looked like it could break any moment. Just like her mother's did. A single tear ran down her face and shattered upon hitting the ground. Her beauty was all she had left to protect, and she vowed to do so with her life if she must.

The mirror kept haunting her. She had to keep checking it. Make sure she still had the same face. She would die if it changed, because that was all that was left of her. She smiled to her appearance. Yes. Still the same face. If she hadn't been so infatuated with her mirror, she may have noticed the raven-like man watching her at every street corner, singing softly to himself, "Mirror mirror, in my hand..."

"Who is the fairest in all the land?"
"Won't you show your face to me?"
"Don't fear the dark that's taking thee..."

She saw it in her mirror first. A flash of light falling from the sky. She saw her face fall into an unpleasant look of horror. She saw the bomb fall to the ground. She saw the city fall all around. She felt the impact several seconds later of the torn up ground striking her. She covered her face with her arms as quickly as possible, trying to save herself. There was the shock of pain as the spray of hot metal struck her skin, and she blacked out. The first thing she did upon regaining consciousness was try to find her mirror. It had to be there somewhere. It was always there! Out of the corner of her eye, she saw it glint. It was miraculously in one piece. She opened it up, determined to see her normal, bright face.

"Mirror mirror, in my hand"
"Show her what her fate has planned"
"That pretty face exists no more"
"It's become quite an eyesore..."

It was hideous. There were deep gashes running through her face, disfiguring it horribly! When she saw that, something inside her broke. There was nothing left of her except broken shards of her former self, mentally and physically. She fell to the ground in despair.

'This can't be happening! Not to me! No, no! There's nothing left... Nothing left if I've lost this... I must stay beautiful!'

Lucia was suddenly filled with rage at the world. She tried to scream out to it that she would take her vengeance on it for breaking her pride and stealing the last of her former self, but no sound was made. Her voice was broken too. The world had cast her aside and it made her furious. Even as she lay dying, she cursed it all and swore revenge. And as she did, a shadow fell across her body. She looked up into the face of a handsome young man about her age. His eyes were even more beautiful than hers, for where hers were hollow, his were filled with shadows and light. His pallid but fantastic face looked gentle and kind, and his hair looked like a cat's silky black fur. At that moment, she was sure that this man was an angel. He had come to take her to a better place. He opened his mouth to speak, and she saw. He had razor sharp teeth. Instantly, his spell was broken. She saw that his gentle face had a hidden motive. His eyes had far more darkness than light. His hair was like a murder of crows. This was no angel- it was a demon. She had almost forgotten that the world hated her for some reason.

Hope you all like this! First attempt at a fanfic revolving around an OC!~

Thank you,

Sebassy-chan