Twisted Cravings

by Ann Nghiem

[ Alois x OC x Ciel ] Lorraine Averill, left ruined in the street gutters. Still leering from Jim and Luka's "death", she travels around the streets looking for a job. By a miracle, a dark butler comes up to her with a job offer as a maid. As she enters the Trancy mansion, her eyes immediately land on Alois Trancy. Lost, Lorraine develops close feelings to her torturer.

1. Prologue

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in Kuroshitsuji except my OC. Enjoy the chapter!

Twisted Cravings - Prologue

My blistered feet burned with a fiery pain as I stumbled across the splintering firs and needles on the ground. Tortured screams and wails echoed from the glowing distance. I paused from my sprint and looked back to find small figures running from a blazing building, covered with a shawl of black smoke.

I embraced myself tightly, shivering and shaking in the freezing night. My trembling knees gave way and landed with a thud. Someone…anyone but him…please find me.

"Jim…Luka…did you make it?" I hoarsely whispered to myself. The head of the Trancy household died due to some stranger setting the building on fire. I clasped my hands together in a prayer position, murmuring thanks to the wonderful Lord.

There was something nagging me in the back of my head, and it bothered me so much. I scratched my head and frowned, not remembering what was picking on me. A searing pain washed over my head and I gripped my temples. What happened back there was a miracle, but also a curse.

Jim's eyes brimmed with tears as he fumbled for my fingers. Dirt and blood smeared over his cheeks and cuts sliced across his forehead. He licked his chapped lips, determined to help both of us escape from the terror that was brought upon us.

"Luka…where's Luka?" I croaked, following with a cough or two.

"He's outside…waiting for us…come on!" Jim yanked me out of my small trance and led us around piles of dust and ashes, large piles of burnt roof tiles, and charcoal wood consumed from the devouring flames. We both hacked uncontrollably, pushing barriers of splintering wood out of our way.

A burning piece of wood flew across the room and whipped across my head and landed somewhere in a pile of ashes. I cried out and held my forehead tightly, blood gushing through my calloused fingers. Jim cursed loudly and pulled me past the exit and into the cool night air.

"I'll go look for Luka! Go, go, go!" Jim screamed as he waved me away, running off to find our lost friend. I didn't want to leave him. I didn't want him to leave me.

"Jim! Jim!" I shrieked, before he disappeared into the blanket of smoke.

I touched my stinging forehead, crusted with dry blood and a large gash. A wail of sadness snapped me out of the earlier memories of today. There was howl of pure sorrow back in the village, echoing up into the dark sky. It sounded like…like…

Jim.