Disclaimer: I do not in any way or form own "Kuroshitsuji" or "Black Butler."

Property: I only own the OC character "Annabelle and Alice Holloway" and future OC characters in my story "Cannot Love Thee."

Info: Also, this is a SebastianxOC and a CielxOC love story and possibly some OCxOC.

P.S. I'm, kind of, doing an Anime/Manga story. I'll show parts of the anime series and the manga, but mostly anime. I still do not own Kuroshitsuji or Black Butler!

This is the revision of "Cannot Love Thee" I promised, so enjoy!

Sebastian: It's about time.

Kala-Warrior18: Oh, shut-up! Do you know how hard it is capture your coolness?

Sebastian: I'm not even in this chapter and "coolness?" Honestly, the American slang is quite idiotic; but I shall thank you for the compliment. *smiles uncaringly*

Kala-Warrior18: *irritated, eye twitching* Don't make me sick Grell on you.

Sebastian: *shivers in fear*

Grell: *Sad face* AWW! :(

Cannot Love Thee

A page is worth a thousand words. A book is worth a lifetime of cherishing. But, is an entire library worth one soul?

Chapter 1: ~Phantomhive Mornings~

The sun arose high on the horizon, to wake and greet the next day on the Phantomhive manor. Sunshine was creeping upon the light covered fogged pond and then, caressing the dew covered grass and last, gleaming against the window panels of the Phantomhive manor.

Through one of the windows of the servant quarters on the first floor, the light slowly passed through the crack between the white curtains, crept across the hard wooden floorboards and onto the white, lumpy "occupied" sheets on a brass metal-spring bed.

The lumpy sheets then began to move upon the bed, causing the metallic springs to squeak and grind in a rustic old manner; the sheets slowly sinking away to show a young woman with lovely blonde tresses that sprawled out on the pillow and hazy brown eyes that settled upon a beautiful creamed face, still filled with sleep and dreams. The woman covered her mouth as she yawned and sat up in bed, uncaringly letting the sheets fall to her waist, showing that her blonde locks reached the small of back and that she wore a puffy long-sleeved white nightgown that overflowed her still warm and womanly figure.

This was Annabelle, Anna or Belle for short.

She yawned, again, covering her mouth mannerly. As she began to awaken more, Annabelle clinched the bed sheets lightly and shielded her eyes with one hand from the blinding sunlight coming through and illuminating the curtains. Gradually her eyes became adjusted to the light, letting her hand drop to her side and allowing herself to smile fondly.

"Its morning," she whispered, her voice husky and still laced with sleep. Casting the bed sheets aside, Annabelle turned herself on her bed and stood up, the cold floor not particularly bothering her and end of nightgown falling down gracefully to her small ankles. Steadily she walked toward the window with excitement and determination in every step before pushing the curtains aside with ease; by doing so, Anna had given the sunlight a great opportunity to shine throughout the small bedroom and causing slow movements upon another bed that was as exact design as her own.

Anna stared in wonder of the outside world beyond their window, her eyes shining in many shades of brown with admiration. Every morning to her was beautiful at the Phantomhive manor; its arising sun and sky filled with the colors of the rainbow, how its lake shown a replica of its surroundings, and the grass so green and crisped that when you lay upon it, it was like sleeping on a soft white cloud in heaven.

Anna sighed appreciatively of contentment, "How lovely, another beautiful and glories sunny day." Her voice now filled with gracious joy and melody like an angel was singing.

But then, Anna let out a small breath of confusion as she heard a squeaky rustic sought of sound just as her bed made earlier. Anna turned slightly towards the now moving bed across the room from her own before smiling adoringly as she watched the sheets move more and becoming ruffled up from whoever laid under them. "Alice, it's time to wake up." Anna said sweetly, waiting for a response.

A soft, deep mumble was her answer, along with more movement of the sheets sinking into the mattress and sounds coming from the metal springs of the bed.

Annabelle only let out a small laugh as she began to walk over to the bed, "Oh yes, I absolutely forgot that you are not a morning person." she teased as she stopped at the left side of the bed and leaned over slightly, shaking gently on the solid lumps resting on the bed.

Again, she was answered with a deeply mumble except it was more threateningly annoying than soft and the sheets being pulled closer into and under the solid lumps.

"Come now, you lazy Ally-Cat, time to get up." Annabelle said as she grasped the sheets firmly and casted them aside down to the far end of the bed.

There laying before Annabelle was a small girl lying on her side towards her and curled up in a purple overflowing night gown with midnight short black hair that curled at the ends and splayed across the white pillowcase in deep contrast, as well as the alabaster skin of the soft angelic face stilled in deep slumber.

This was Alice Holloway, Ally-Cat or Holly for short.

Alice flinched immediately as the cold air hit the warmth skin of her bare arms and legs that were left unprotected from her bunched up night gown at her mid-thighs and the short designed puffy sleeves, awakening her somewhat with an icy blow.

"Alice, Alice. Wake up, dear." Annabelle called to her from Alice's dream, Annabelle's voice a faint whisper to her ears and her gentle shakes was like calm waves rocking a boat or how a mother would rock her newborn child to sleep. But, as the small ministration continued, Alice began to slip away from the wonderland of dreams and into harsh reality.

Annabelle watched as Alice's thin brows knit together in frustration before moving apart slowly as her eyes began to open, showing off the blackest orbs. Alice yawned and afterward blinking her eyes several times before she rubbed them with her hands to be rid away from sleep.

Annabelle smiled at the oblivious cuteness of Alice's actions. "I trust you had an excellent worth of a night's rest?" she asked, sweeping away silky black locks of hair from the girl's face.

Alice just nodded her head sleepily against her pillow, her voice would only betray her of her drowsiness, and still rubbing her eyes from what seemed like endless slumber.

"Good." Annabelle said satisfied and stood straight, again, walking towards the other side of the room towards a third and final lumpy bed that was next to her own bed…or so she thought.

The bed or the sheets for that matter were not lumpy or ruffled, not moving, or mumbling some incoherent words. The third bed in their room was made perfectly like nobody had slept in it last night. Instantly dread had kicked Annabelle in the head like a ton of bricks…

"ALICE! HURRY UP AND GET DRESSED! WE SLEPT IN, AGAIN!"

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In times like this, when your life is at stake…there's nothing to do but run.

Run till you're lungs burn and out of breath…run till you can't feel the pain in your legs like stabbing needles anymore…run until you know you're in your safe haven, the moment when you are utterly free…from Sebastian's scowls and menacing stares.

"I cannot believe May-Rin forgot to wake us up, again!" Alice screamed in her head furiously, continuing to run through the Phantomhive halls with Annabelle trailing behind her towards the dining room where Lord Ciel will be having breakfast and where Sebastian will be waiting for their arrival, along with the other staff members to assign their duties and chores for the day. And if she and Annabelle were not on time to be assigned to those chores…all hell would break loose.

"Just a little further and we'll be alright. Sebastian doesn't give our jobs till 7 o'clock. Only five minutes left." Encouraging herself thoughtfully and pushing herself to her limits, counting the minutes away in her head till their untimely death.

5, they ran past the kitchen...

4, they ran through the entrance hall that held the stairs leading to the second story of the house...

3, they ran past the lounge room...

2…

There it was! Alice's eyes widen in ultimate joy as she saw the doubled doors and inside them was the dining room. They had made it with one minute to spare!

Alice gave out a short laugh of triumph before looking over her shoulder to see Annabelle; who was having a difficult time keeping up with Alice because of her long and full dress, even if she was holding it up to her knees so she wouldn't trip over it. "We're gonna make it, Anna!" she shouted. Annabelle only smiled as she let out small breaths of air from the running they've been doing.

But she spoke too soon. When she turned back towards the doors, they had been slammed opened as her and Annabelle were inches from the doors; the last thing they saw were a pair of gleaming bifocals and a horrified May-Rin coming towards them at high speed. Alice, Annabelle, and May-Rin all screamed as they knew what their fate was to become.

So that was my first chapter of my revision of "Cannot Love Thee." What do you think, any better? Review.

Sebastian: *shrugs shoulders* I've read better literature.

Kala-Warrior: GRELL, SICK!

Grell: *creepy happy face* BASSY! :D

Kala-Warrior18: *looking at viewing audience sweetly, has no clue what the other two are doing* Remember it's important to review! ;)