Here is Chapter one updated correctly without all the weird signals and stuff as even I'm not sure what that was about..
So Araira is my OC and everyone else seemed to have written at least one character/OC story so I thought i'd write one too, so here it is
Feedback is welcome!
You run silently across the mansion roof, staying as undetected as you can, your tight clothes clinging to you and rubbing slightly at each tiny movement, but you don't make a fuss of it, you know you can't be caught here or they will kill you. At the very least hold you prisoner.
You hang upside down peering into a window to find out if it's your target. A young woman with beautiful curly chestnut brown hair lay, sleeping happily in her bed. You shake your head and pull yourself up, moving onto the next room. The next two rooms are males, one a dirty blond and the other one had bright blond hair.
"The wrong targets" You mutter to yourself as you carry on down the roof, still as quiet as possible, you reach the last room on this side of the mansion. The moon beaming slightly into the room and giving you a clear view of the person who occupies the room "Ciel Phantomhive...I have you now" you grin as you pull out a revolver and point it at the young sleeping child, aiming carefully.
"You only have one chance at this Iraira, if you fail then they will torture and kill you slowly. So do me proud"
You clench your teeth as you remember the warning given to you earlier that week "One chance" you mutter through clenched teeth as your finger slowly pulls back on the trigger. The bullet flies out of the revolver and makes a perfect hole through the glass before it shatters around the hole. Your aim perfect, the bullet twirls straight for the young Lords head.
You gasp as your bullet stops.
"It Stopped?"
You look around the room and find a dark haired, very tall man holding the bullet between his fingers, his eyes a bright red as he watches you with amusement playing over his face. You scowl before jumping down from your position by the window and rolling behind a bush of white flowers, hoping you're concealed. You growl at yourself in annoyance at the failure of killing of a stupid kid.
"I did everything right" you rage a little "How did I fail? How did that man know I was there? I was silent, no one has ever caught me like that before so how did that man manage it?" you ponder these questions over and over in your head, backtracking what went wrong. A large shadow looms over you suddenly and you jump from the shock. There he is, the dark man, the devil with the red eyes, you stare at them to try and work out if they're contacts but no, they're real, blood red, piercing eyes watching you suspiciously. You quickly realise you're vulnerable and jump to your feet, pulling your dagger out, ready for close combat. The man sighs a little which makes you jump but stare at him confused.
"And who might you be?" he questioned, a harsh tone to his voice unnerves you a little but you're not going to back down yet. He repeats his question "Who are you?"
His eyes give you shivers down your spine and you find yourself unable to conceal you words "Iraira..." you respond automatically to this mysterious man, not knowing what came over you.
"Iraira?" he questions as you nod "And what where you doing, shooting my bocchan like that and in the middle of the night" he pressed his thumb and forefinger to his head and shook his head "Whatever am I going to do with you?" with that he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder "Come on Miss Iraira, we better find you a bed for the night"
You make a shocked sound and start kicking him "A bed? Why? I just tried to kill the head of the Phantomhive family!" you try to stab the guy with your dagger but for some reason it's too heavy, like it's made out of iron or something so you find yourself having to drop it. After twenty minutes of struggling you sigh unhappily and allow this strange man to carry you to a bed where you're sure you'll be murdered.