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I sighed inwardly as I grabbed my shawl off the peg it was resting on in the shop. I took one last look around, to make sure everything was in its place. The shelf full of stuffed bears held five colored bears; two black, two brown, and one white, each with a different colored ribbon around its neck. I recalled only selling two today, and we started with seven. 'That's good.' I thought to myself, 'None of those were stolen.' Along the window were several dolls sitting upright on a wooden shelf, one with a blue dress and black hair, one with a pink dress and yellow hair, one with a green dress and orange hair, and one with a white dress with black hair. We sold none, and all were accounted for. I continued this with all of the items in the small toy shop that I was working at, and, thankfully, nothing was missing.
I threw my shawl over my shoulders with a flourish and buttoned the single, round, golden button along the hemline of my hood. I went to the back of the shop to inform my boss that I was going home for the night and everything was accounted for.
"Thank you, Katheryn, for all of the hard work you do around here." he said, handing me a small pouch. The contents clinked when the pouch moved. "Here's your pay for the week." I precariously took the pouch from his large, outstretched hand and thanked him gratefully. I felt a bit of guilt rising in my chest for having to lie to him about my identity; my real name was Juliet, but with the situation I was in, I couldn't let a single soul match that name with my face right now.
I walked out of the shop, and the little bell above the door jingled with a light, airy sound when the door opened. The door slowly shut behind me, and I looked around into the dark night. Small shops lined the streets, and lamp posts helped to illuminate the darkness. I gently placed the small pouch of money into the concealed pocket of my dark blue, long dress. I threw my hood over my golden, waist-length hair and stuck to the shadows, my black-as-night shawl helping to hide me from the light of the moon and lamps.
I crept along the wall for a few blocks, hardly making a sound. When I found the correct alleyway, I gracefully, and quickly, slinked in and let darkness completely overcome me. I used my hand to find my way along the wall, and when it came to a corner, I turned with it and sunk down low to the ground, unable to be seen. The cool air of the night felt good on my warm skin. I laid my head back against the wall, and closed my eyes, wishing for sleep. I thought about the past couple of months I had been through.
Just a mere two months ago, it was the day before my thirteenth birthday, and I was in my mansion, with my mother and father. The memories came flooding back to me, and under my eyelids, I felt my eyes watering up. Now, look where I am. I'm homeless, poor, and orphaned. I lightly slapped myself on the cheek, making a small sound of skin hitting skin, to help rid myself of these thoughts. The next thing I knew, I was sound asleep.
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I awoke to light shining through my eyelids. I awoke to the sound of people talking, hooves and shoes clicking against the hard ground, bells, and doors opening and closing. I awoke to the smell of freshly cooked food, good food, to be exact. Expensive food that I couldn't afford to buy. I opened my eyes to be met with a brick wall a few feet away.
I stretched my arms out wide and took a deep breath in, as deep as my corset would allow me to breathe. I stretched my legs and bent my knees as far as they would go, and arched my back to get my muscles unstiff from sitting on the cold, hard ground in the same position all throughout the long, lonely night. I carefully stood from my seat and brushed off my dress and shawl, bringing the hood down from my head. The shop was closed, so I had the day for myself.
I brushed my wavy, slightly tangled hair with my fingers, and smoothed my skirts. I wasn't very hungry, probably from not burning many calories, so I decided to skip breakfast. I had a horrible sweet tooth, so I was craving candy. I decided that I would go to the candy shop not too far from where I was and I would get myself a little something for it.
I walked around the corner and down the alley, to be met with sunlight, ray after ray of it, shining through the opening of brick. I shielded my unusual-colored eyes, waiting for them to get used to the sudden change in brightness. When I stepped out of the alleyway, I saw quite a few carriages going down the street, most looking very noble-like. I maneuvered my way into the flow of people walking down the street, and headed towards the candy shop.
When I reached it, a little girl and a woman, whom I assumed to be the girl's mother, were just walking out. The little girl then said in a high voice, "Thank you mommy, for talking me to the candy store!" she said as she licked a stick candy in her hand.
"It's one of your birthday presents, darling!" said the mother, beaming down at her daughter proudly. "There's more surprises waiting for us at home!"
"Even daddy?" asked the little girl inquisitively.
"Even daddy." said the mother, smiling softly at the mention of the girl's father. I assumed he was always busy at work, like my father. But he had always managed to find time to spend with me almost every day. I smiled weakly at the thought of my father, and my eyes became glassy. I pushed the memories forming in my mind aside and stepped into the candy shop after watching the mother and daughter walk off.
I stepped in to smell candy, lots of it. Almost everything from candy sticks to small wrapped candies filled the shelves, waiting to be devoured by a hungry child. I made my way to the shelf I always went to; the Funtom Company candies, the children's toy and candy company that I just happened to work for, down the street a few blocks. I picked up my favorite candy, a small candy wrapped in pink with an 'F' stamped onto the wrapping. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my pouch of the little money I had, and pulled out a single coin; these candies were the cheapest the Funtom Company sold, and were my favorite, lucky for me. I placed the tiny pouch back into my pocket and made my way over to the counter to pay for it.
"Well hello there, little lady." said the kind older man at the counter, whom I had seen many times when coming to this shop. He had snow-white hair that poofed up a little at the top, and a clean, shaved face. "Here for some more of that Funtom candy?" he asked, arching an eyebrow and grinning slightly.
"You know it!" I said, placing my candy on the counter and handing him the coin. He took the coin from me and put it in the box he used to keep profits in.
"Enjoy." he said as I picked up my purchase.
"I will," I said, making my way towards the door, "and thank you!"
"Any time, Katheryn!" he said as he waved goodbye, which I returned. I stepped back out into the crisp morning air. I walked a few steps down the sidewalk and stopped to lean against the building. I opened the candy wrapper and popped the candy in my mouth. Sweetness overcame my tasebuds as it had already started to melt in my mouth. I threw the wrapper in a waste bin and continued down the side of the road aimlessly as people and carriages passed by me. After a few moments, the candy had dissolved in my mouth, leaving a sweet aftertaste.
I continued to wander the streets, when, out of nowhere, a hand stuck out of an alleyway and grabbed me by my waist and pulled me in. I tried to scream, but another hand covered my mouth before I could. I kicked and thrashed, trying to hit something, but my legs only found air. I screamed into the hand covering my mouth, fear rising in my throat. I bit down hard on the hand, and I heard a yelp, and the hand covering my mouth was pulled back, and I started to scream.
"Help me! Someone help!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Then I noticed it was two men that had grabbed me, one with dark brown hair and a cap on, holding his hand, apparently the one I bit, and another with light brown hair with his arms around my waist, both very tall and towering over me.
"What the-" the one still holding me said in a gruff voice. He grabbed a piece of cloth from the other man very quickly and managed to wrap it around my mouth. "Shut the bloody hell up, before we gotta hurt you." he said slyly. "And you!" he said, looking over his shoulder at the other man, whom was still holding his hand. "You had better be thankful I'm not gonna tell the big man about this, or you'd be his next meal." he said, gritting his teeth.
"So sorry, but she bit me, Mark! She bit me! Look at here!" he said, holding out his hand for him to see.
"I can't see bloody nothin' in this alley, you fool!" said the one the other had called Mark. I decided I had enough. I reeled my boot back and kicked Mark as hard as I could in the leg with my boot, making him scream in pain. He released me to tend to his injured shin, and that's when I took off running. I tore the cloth away from my mouth and ran out of the alley at an incredible speed.
"Don't let her get away!" screamed one of them, and I looked over my shoulder to see them charging out of the alley, Mark limping slightly. I weaved my way through the crowd and ran, never stopping. I could still hear the two sets of running footsteps behind me.
"Come on, you idiot! You're faster, and your leg ain't injured, now run!" I heard one of them yell. I tried to make it through the crowd faster, but to avoid hitting someone I could go no faster. 'I will not go back!' my mind screamed, 'I will not!'
"Hey!" I heard someone yell.
"Watch it!" I heard another voice scream behind me.
"Stop right now you bloody girl, before I gotta hurt you!" I heard one of my kidnappers yell, but I refused to stop. I then heard a gunshot, and several people screaming and running in all directions. I felt something wiz right past my head, but I ignored it and kept running, somehow faster than before, with my gold-colored hair, dress, and shawl flying in the wind behind me.
I rounded the corner and continued on, and when I came to another corner, I decided to go straight forwards, towards the shop I work at. I didn't look as I crossed the street, and I heard someone yell "Watch out!" I skidded to a stop, hearing hooves against the pavement, and turned in the direction of the voice.
I saw a man in a black cloak, with black hair and pale skin. I took a step back, but that was all I could do before I froze in hear. The man pulled tightly on the reins, in an effort to stop the horses. They came right up in from of me, and reared back on their back hooves. One of the hooves hit me in my left side. Pain coarsed through my body as I was sent backwards, and I somehow turned and almost landed on my face, but my arms, thankfully, intervened. I lay there on the cobblestone street, barely moving, still frozen with fear. My vision started to blur, as my eyes were closing. I heard a carriage door slam open.
"Sebastian," said a boy's voice. I figured it was a boy's because it was too low to be a girl's, yet too high to be a man's. "what-" he cut off, and I assumed he saw me, laying on the ground in front of the carriage. "Did you hit her?" he screamed in rage.
"My Lord," replied a cool, rich baritone voice. "I am ever so sorry for my foolishness."
"Bring her back to the mansion, at once!" was the last thing I heard before slipping into unconsciousness.
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Ciel's POV
I sat in the carriage, staring down at my family ring, at the beautiful blue stone encrusted in it. Sebastian and I just solved a case, and we were heading back to the manor. I ripped my gaze from the ring on my thumb and peered out the window at the people we were passing.
Out of nowhere, the carriage jolted, sending me to the floor, and my top hat off my head. I was enraged. 'What does that damned demon think he's doing?' my mind screamed. I grabbed my hat from the floor and placed it on my head once again, I stood up as tall as I could in the carriage and threw open the door, and stepped down from the carriage. I stomped over towards Sebastian, who was standing in the street for who-knows-what reason.
"Sebastian," I started to snap at him, but when I was beside him and saw what he was standing in front of, my eye went wide with horror and shock. There was a girl sprawled out on the cobblestone, barely breathing. She had beautiful golden locks spraying in all directions from her head, a black shawl around her neck, a dark blue, long dress the color of my eye, and black boots. By the way she was sprawled on the ground it was safe to guess Sebastian hit her with the carriage.
"Did you hit her?" I screamed at him, very upset about my butler, a Phantomhive butler, and also a demon, hitting an innocent girl with the carriage.
"My Lord," he said, placing a hand on his chest and bowing before me, "I am ever so sorry for my foolishness." he bowed his head low, eyes to the ground. I clenched my gloved fists, anger filling my body. I just hoped that the press didn't hear about this.
"Bring her back to the mansion, at once!" I snapped, pointing towards the fallen girl, whom, thankfully, was still breathing lightly.
Sebastian stood and said smoothy, "Yes, my Lord." he picked the girl up gingerly, her head laying against his chest. It was now that I could see her pale, beautiful skin, her face twisted slightly in pain. I watched as Sebastian ever-so-carefully placed her in the carriage, and stood outside of the carriage door, ready to assist me. I walked to the door, and he extended his hand to help me up, but I brushed past it, still angry, and sat back down in my seat. Sebastian sighed slightly and shut the door, and we were moving again.
I looked at the girl laying on the cushion across from me. Her wavy hair and cloak served as a pillow for her head as her hands lay on her stomach, and her body moved with every twist and turn we took. She almost slid off of the seat, but, without realizing it, I leaned forward and caught her before her body could take any more damage.
I sighed inwardly as I lifted her head up and sat where her head once was, resting her head on my lap. I wrapped one arm over her stomach and placed my hand on her waist, to keep her from falling, and kept the other hand gently behind the top of her head.
I stared down at her face, her long lashes, her light skin, her red lips, I averted my eyes from the girl and looked out the window, at the passing trees and grass. We were in the country now, closer to the manor. 'Why am I so mesmerized by a simple girl?' I asked myself, 'What is wrong with me?'
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Well, there's chapter one! Hope you liked it! What's up with Katheryn? What does she mean by she "won't go back"? Well, you're gonna have to keep reading to find out!
Ciel's already finding Katheryn attractive. . . * wink, wink * Haha.
Sebastian actually screwed up and nearly ran over someone! What's got HIM so distracted? I'll let you decide on that. . .
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