This is the first time I have written a fanfic so I apologize if there are too many grammatical errors throughout the story. But I do hpoe that you enjoy reading them still.
I do not own Black Butler characters. The respectfully belong to their creators. OC's belong to me though. :)
Enjoy!
Italics are the main girl's thoughts
"..." normal dialog
'italics' other people's thoughts
Chapter 1 - A Boy and his Demon
"Thank you for shopping in The Jewellery Box. Please do come again," said the abnormally energetic store clerk.
A man with midnight hair and unusual red eyes held open the door for a young boy to pass. He then walked ahead of the boy to open the door of the carriage but stopped midway making the boy bump into him.
"Sebastian! What is wrong with you? Do not stop walking so suddenly for no reason!" said the boy.
"I apologize, my Lord," replied the man called Sebastian, "But I sense a strong presence nearby. Please stay close."
"Presence? Is it an adversary? Is it someone with a grudge against us? " asked the boy.
"No. It is a strong and powerful presence but I sense no hatred and malice."
Sebastian walked to the direction of the said presence. The boy shortly followed. They walked through a small market and into a busy alleyway. Shortly after they turned left into an even smaller alleyway and came out to an empty cul de sac. In the middle of it was a small water fountain and a petit figure of a girl, in a tattered navy blue dress, could be seen lying down beside it.
The boy walked to the figure but was stopped by Sebastian. "We do not know who she is. She could be dangerous," he said.
"But you said earlier that you could not sense any malice. She might be hurt," commented the boy.
In place of the boy, Sebastian walked to the figure. Upon arriving he bent down to quietly observe her. She did not seem to be in pain nor could he find any wounds instead she looked as if she was sleeping. Sebastian lifted his hand up to touch the girls face and inspect it but the moment he came into contact with her skin he froze. With his eyes wide open, he shivered.
The boy could see from afar that something did not seem right. He called the man's name, "Sebastian! Hurry up! Is the lady injured or not?"
Sebastian shook his head. "Well then let us go," continued the boy.
Sebastian once more looked at the sleeping figure and lifted her up bridal style. He then walked off heading in the boy's direction.
"What are you doing Sebastian? We cannot just bring a lady that we are unacquainted with, with us," said the boy.
"My Lord, I have a felling that we will need her help in the future. And it is ungentle manly to leave a lady sleeping out in the open. Besides if she does have a place to rest then why is it that she chose to sleep here instead?"
The boy looked at him with his deep blue eyes but turned around a few seconds later. "Let us hurry back before it is dark. I still have work to finish."
At the Phantomhive Manor the said sleeping figure awoke in an ungraceful manner. Falling off of the bed and landing face first on the floor. With still tired eyes she looked at her surroundings, noticing that she was in a completely different environment. The last thing she could remember was collapsing nearby a fountain.
She picked herself up and once again looked at her surroundings. She was not in a simple peasant's room. There was furniture made entirely of oak, a canopied bed big enough for four to sleep in, human sized portraits and painting hung on the wall and a window with an absolutely mesmerising view of a forest and above it the stars filling up the sky.
I do not think I have seen this many stars before. Oh how beautiful they truly are.
After a couple of minutes she turned her head to the direction of a man a few paces behind her. "I see you have been observing me for quite a while now."
"Oh so you noticed. It is rare for a human being to sense my presence in a short period of time. I congratulate you," remarked the man.
"Human being you said. I am sure of myself that you know exactly who and what I am. Tell me, sir, what is it that you need of me?"
"As for now we do not need anything of you but I do believe that we may need your help in the near future," replied the man.
"I see. And what is it that you will repay me with?"
"We will help you with your search in any way we can" he answered.
How does he know of my agenda? I have not talked of it to any being I have met since my arrival. In fact he is the eleventh person I have talked to.
Not saying a word to him she simply stared at him. After what seemed like minutes, but only seconds in actuality, he finally broke the silence.
"You must hasten yourself and get dressed my Lady. The master of the household awaits you in the dining room. He wishes to dine with you and we would not want you to embarrass yourself now do we." And with that the man turned around, heading for the door a smirk played on his lips, "I trust you will find your way."
After he left, she looked down only to find that she wore a white silk nightgown with lacy ends and a small maroon ribbon on the chest. Her eyes widened and a blush spread across her cheeks as realization hit her.
Pink still tinted her cheeks as she washed her face and changed to a more appropriate attire for the evening. She looked over to the window and saw that the moon has reached its zenith. She then turned around and reached for the handle of the door. She walked out to the hallway and closed the door behind her. "I can feel his presence. He must be close," she said to herself. She closed her eyes and walked to the direction of the said presence.
- DINING ROOM-
"How long does she need to organize herself? Maybe she has gotten herself lost within the manor," said the boy.
"I highly doubt that my Lord," said the man with a slight smirk. The boy raised one eyebrow in suspicion of the man.
Just as the boy opened his mouth to question him the doors to the dining room swung open. A girl stood in the doorway. She curtsied and excused herself for being tardy. Both the boy and the man looked at her in surprise and awe. She was dressed in a plain but elegant red dress, her short tea rose pink hair tucked behind one ear. She had sun kissed skin and eyes as green as emerald. They were truly captivating. They seem to glow under the candlelight. The boy continued to stare whilst the man merely smirked.
The boy broke free of her bewitching beauty and introduced himself. "Welcome to the Phantomhive Manor. I am Earl Ciel Phantomhive. I hope you enjoy your stay," said the boy. He sat at the head of the table and the man from earlier stood next to him. "May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?" he asked. He has navy blue hair and eyes but wore an eye patch over his right eye.
"My name is Adelaide Sinnett. It is a pleasure to meet a noble of England," replied Adelaide a soft smile on her lips. "You are quite handsome my Lord Phantomhive," she commented.
Ciel blushed, "Thank you." The man beside him chuckled for a moment but afterward made his way to her. He kneeled opposite of her and gently lifted her left hand to his lips, lightly kissing it. Both Ciel and Adelaide were startled by this gesture.
"I am his butler, Sebastian Michaelis," said the man.
After dinner Adelaide excused herself from Ciel and Sebastian, wishing to retire for the evening.
Ciel called for Sebastian to come to his study and talk of matters concerning Adelaide.
"She is a lovely girl," said Ciel.
"Indeed she is," agreed Sebastian. "Could it be that you have taken a liking to Lady Adelaide my Lord?"
"What?! Of course not! That is preposterous! I barely know her and have only met her!" retorted Ciel, a blush clearly adorning his cheeks.
"If you say so my Lord," chuckled the man, obviously satisfied with his master's reaction.
Adelaide once again awoke in an ungraceful manner. Nearly falling off of the bed she quickly grabbed the sheets hoping it would prevent her from falling but alas it only went down with her. Adelaide groaned unladylike and simply thrashed about trying to untangle herself from the sheets but to no avail she could not escape its silky grasp.
Why must I be so clumsy?
After multiple but unsuccessful attempts, she conceded defeat. A chuckle was heard and a man's voice spoke, "Do you need help my Lady?"
Adelaide looked up to find Sebastian smirking down on her. She nodded, defeat clearly shown on her face. Sebastian helped her out of the sheets and she silently thanked him.
"My Lady Adelaide, breakfast is ready and my Lord is awaiting you."
-BREAKFAST-
"And how was your nocturnal rest Lady Adelaide?" asked Ciel.
"It was of utmost comfort to sleep in such an agreeable bed," answered Adelaide. "May I ask my Lord something?"
"You can call me Ciel. That is if you want to."
"It would be my pleasure," she replied with a smile but looked at him expectantly. Ciel only just then realized that he had not answered her question. He coughed, "Of course. You need not ask if you have a query just simply ask."
"What has become of my belongings?" asked Adelaide in a dark manner but worry could see seen in her eyes. She was trembling but not of the cold.
"Do not worry my Lady your belongings are safe and sound although I can not say the same for your dress for we have already found it dirty and tattered," he reassured her.
"Thank goodness," sighed Adelaide in relief but could still not stop herself from trembling.
"Would you like to have them back this instant?" continued Ciel worried of his guest's state. "Sebastian can go and retrieve them for you."
"Thank you but I only desire to have the parasol within my possession," she said with a sad smile displayed on her face.
And with that Sebastian left only to come back moments later with her parasol. Adelaide hastily grabbed the parasol and enfolds it in her arms. Unforeseen tears steamed down her face as she found herself unable to cease the flow of tears. Both Ciel and Sebastian were startled at her reaction. They tried to comfort her but she only laughed. She reassured them that everything was alright and that it was only tears of joy.
"Ahem...Lady Adelaide would you like to accompany me in town? I must go and purchase one more article for Elizabeth's birthday."
"Elizabeth?" she asked.
"Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford. My Lord's fiancée," replied Sebastian.
Adelaide looked to Ciel. "You are young to already be engaged but then again love knows no boundaries," she giggled "Of course. I would love to accompany you."
