A/N: Welcome back guys to the new and improved Khao Manee! I decided to start over because the story really didn't click for me... (In fact I've rewritten the story 3 times now…but you guys didn't know that lol...) BUT I SWEAR THIS IS THE LAST FREAKING TIME. The story is VERY different yet still pretty similar from the old one. Some concepts are the same. But now I really want to get the show on the road.
Savannah: Geezz I feel like I've been left in the gutter…
Jane: Same…*glares at author menacingly*
Me: Meep! Sorry! I had to do it! I had the urge to rewrite it! I felt like I could do better!
*Both simultaneously sigh*
Savannah: As long as you update...Sheesh…
Disclaimer!: I don't own Kuroshitsuji! Now please leave me be and read dammit! XD
Khao Manee
Pairing: Sebastian x OC
Chapter One: The GrandFather Clock
'Thoughts'
"Dialogue"
The woman sat silently, slouched in her chair. The glow of her laptop shining on her perplexed face. She groaned to herself tiredly, the sound seemed loud in her small bedroom. On the nightstand, a digital clock in bright green numbers read… "10:45 PM."
'I really hate end of the year essays…' She thought with a pout. Feeling the urge to move, the red head began to stretch her limbs in the oddest of angles. The wooden desk chair wobbled on its four legs precariously. Creaking in response. The woman didn't seem to care for the danger as she balanced expertly. Her thoughts solely preoccupied with the blank document on her laptop. She sighed forlornly.
'Come on brain! Focus! This can't be too difficult!' Not two seconds later she groaned again, this time even louder than before.
"I give up!" She shouted at no one. Her hands thrown into the air in exasperation. Just as she did this, she realized...the world was tilting around her.
"AH!" She screeched. As the wooden chair lost balance, it fell backwards. The woman tried mightily to bring it back foreward, but alas...Twas not to be. The redhead could only be thankful that her bedroom floor was carpeted. Down she went, arms flailing, her short life flashing before her eyes. Her flailing arms managed to catch onto her school binders. Said binders which were recently on the edge of her desk, were now in the process of being brought down with her.
CRASH!
"Ugh….stupid….chair….stupid essay….stupid….gravity…" She said from the floor, clutching the back of her head in pain. She could feel it start to throb. One of her binders was poking her stomach with its sharp edges, while the others were most likely scattered around the floor.
'Definitely gonna get a headache.' She thought.
"For the love of..-"
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Surprised and slightly miffed the redhead stared at the ceiling until a moment of genius swept through her. 'Oh...right...Jane…'
"ugh...WHAT IS IT JANE?" The woman shouted from the floor in pained annoyance. Her little sister was banging on the wall from the room next door.
"SAVANNAH WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING IN THERE?!" Jane's muffled voice yelled.
"Focusing!" Savannah shot back sarcastically, followed by another groan of pain.
Savannah could barely hear, but she swore she heard her sister scoff. Savannah sat up, swiveling her body towards the wall. She kicked it and said,
"GO TO BED TWERP! IT'S PAST YER BEDTIME!"
Silence answered her in turn, Savannah smirked triumphantly, only to wince at her thumping head.
'Better get some ice…'
Getting up off the floor in a huff, Savannah started to exit, only to glare at the mess of her workspace. She felt her temper darken just a tiny bit...before thinking- 'Later..'
Leaving her room slightly pissed off, Savannah trudged down the hall towards the kitchen. She passed Jane's room without much thought and continued on with her destination.
Entering the Webber family's shabby kitchen, Savannah closed in on the refrigerator. Opening the freezer section, she grabbed some gelatin "ice" packages that she liked to squeeze. Raising her hand she brought it to the back of her head. She sighed happily as the softness of the package and cold, seeped into the back of her head. Savannah slammed the freezer shut and proceeded to enter the living room, flicking lights on as she passed.
Basically falling onto the couch in weariness, she layed there for what seemed like ten minutes. Savannah had a dazed expression on her face as her eyes stared at the ceiling.
~DING!~ ~DING!~ ~DIN..!-
Startled, Savannah flew off the couch only to faceplant onto the hardwood floor. A lone whimper escaped her lips at her crushed nose.
She whispered fiercely into the floor, "Dang it...COME...on." The floor really was her new best friend today.
Savannah could vaguely hear somebody laughing hysterically. Her face felt as though it had molded into the wood, she peeled herself from the hard surface.
She glared at the old GrandFather clock, possibly thinking that it was mocking her. All it read was eleven o'clock.
"OH MY WORD! Hahahaha!" Jane guffawed, wearing her special PJS that had cute chibi panda bears on it. Even worse, she was pointing and laughing at her expense.
"I thought I told you to go to bed Jane." Savannah grumbled. Sitting up and laying her back up against the couch. Her green eyes slid closed in an attempt to get comfortable.
Jane shrugged, though a serene, mocking smile settled on her features. "You know Mom and Dad are off on their honeymoon."
"So what?"
Jane practically glowed with smugness, "That means I can stay up longer than I usually can!"
The older sibling sighed. "You do remember that Mom and Dad put me in charge right?" Savannah was suddenly annoyed at her sister's sudden bout of childishness.
Jane rolled her eyes, "Ya..ya...I get it...But I also realize you're to lazy to enforce anything." Savannah was already tired of this conversation.
"You know what...I don't care anymore."
"My point exactly." Jane said with an air of confidence. Savannah in turn, grasped her head.
"Got a headache?" She asked cheekily.
Savannah scowled at her in turn. "Get me another ice pack…"
Jane completely ignored her and crossed her arms. Deciding to further irritate her. Didn't Jane see that she wasn't in the mood for it? "What lead to this catastrophe?" A dramatic tone. 'I guess not.' She thought.
"Schoolwork." Savannah said uncomfortably
"Oh?" Jane said, amusement sparkling in her brown eyes.
Her sister tilted her head curiously. "What were you working on?"
"A stupid essay for History class. We were supposed to choose our favorite time period in Europe and write about it."
"That can't be too hard…" Jane said, her eyebrows raising.
Savannah's seemingly placid mood melted away to reveal her true feelings about the matter. Frustration.
Her fists clenched in her lap and replied calmly. "It isn't. I'm just so frustrated by the fact that a seemingly simple task is proving to be much harder than I anticipated."
Savannah opted to once again glower at the GrandFather clock after that small outburst. At this rate her face would probably be prone to scowling now...
"Why not just choose a random time period then?" Jane suggested. Savannah shrugged...She got the feeling she enjoyed putting herself through so much stress. Or maybe she felt uncomfortable about taking the easy way out.
'I'm probably going to do it anyway...If only to get this stupid essay done and over with.' Savannah silently declared to herself. Plans decided Savannah stood up quickly, only to feel really dizzy and unbalanced. Immediately she sat down again as her sister watched her.
"You okay Savannah?" Jane asked in a worried tone, her playful mood dissipating.
"Ya I'll be fine." She said gruffly as her eyesight adjusted to the lighting.
"Just don't stay up too late twerp…" Savannah waved as she left. Jane fumed, she really disliked being called small...Even if it was true…
"Hmpf.." Jane marched into her bedroom and snuggled into the covers of her bed. Her phone which was recently tucked under her pillow was pulled out as she looked up cosplay of her favorite shows.
Meanwhile Savannah was picking up all the scattered paper lying around her room. Shuffling towards her desk with the wad of paper in her arms. She carefully set down the mass of crumpled notes and binders, all the while murmuring to herself that she'd organize it later... Finally sitting down into the worn wooden chair, she stared at the screen of her laptop which had gone dim.
Savannah sighed heavily and cracked her knuckles, preparing herself for an all-nighter. She stretched one last time to get out any unwanted kinks. Straightening out she dutifully sat without a slouch. The blank digital document seemed to mock her as she eyed it critically.
'Well...here goes nothing...I'm about to pull something out of thin air..' Savannah thought with sarcasm.
'Time period...time period…' She pondered. 'The tudor age?' Thinking back on her history lessons she remembered going over Henry the 8th and immediately decided against it...That dude was wack and just creeped her out...Besides that's all she really remembered. Next era…
'Dark ages?' Savannah thought, then shivered. 'Too complicated..'
By now Savannah had been scrolling through a Wiki page of Europe's history. One time period finally caught her eye.
'Victorian Era? Now that could be interesting!' Though Savannah didn't really have a favorite time period, she at least wanted to write something that could keep her fascinated. Though she wasn't fond of the fashion, (nor corsets mind you) the time period brought many changes for Europe. It was a powerful time to rule over England...the world was changing, it would be the turn of the century…
For once a smile lit Savannah's features as she started her research. Maybe the essay wouldn't be so bad…
Savannah was engrossed. She was getting tired, (In fact she could practically feel her green eyes drooping every five seconds…) and any sane person wouldn't be up at this ungodly hour…(Which was reaching quarter till five….AM) But during her studies and completing the ten page essay, she had found some captivating stories. Really she hadn't understood how she had gone from studying to entertaining herself...but thus is the journey of the internet. Just a few clicks and she found the most interesting rumor there ever was.
It all revolved around Queen Victoria and the Underworld of England. In fact, Queen Victoria was said to have high moral values...so why would she hire evil nobles to do her dirty work?
The rumor was said that the Queen had a "guard dog". The people of England had even suspected one of their royal nobles. But the Underworld, they knew exactly who they had to bow to..Savannah had clicked on the link- "Phantomhive".
Reading through the family's history was interesting, in fact...it was down right dark and twisted. Savannah shivered through her blanket, she had grabbed it earlier because of the night chill. As she read the page dedicated to the Phantomhives, she found that the last remaining heir of the Phantomhive name….had died. He was only thirteen… 'I wonder if there are any pictures or paintings?' She wondered.
Scrolling down the page to the art gallery, she gazed at all the portraits of the previous heads.
Savannah's hands froze. She gaped at the page long and hard… 'Wh-what...what is this..?' She had found Ciel's portrait, but...He wasn't the only one in it. It had seemed he had gathered the whole household. All the servants….but what made her neck hair stand erect...Was the person standing next to (what she assumed) the butler.
Savannah was staring at a copy of herself...The long red hair, the moss green eyes….the petite nose….the unproportioned lips...the height, the figure….everything. It was like looking in the mirror, or finding your long lost identical twin...Except, this was years and years ago….One hundred, twenty-seven to be exact.
It was eerie, and it was most definitely creepy. She couldn't stop looking, she scrutinised this person comparing everything with herself. Like a clone everything was the same. As she studied this, she also noticed the butler was holding the copy-cat's hand. Savannah blushed, though she had no reason to.
'Obviously that can't possibly be me...So why am I blushing like he's actually here?'
'Dang it brain! Stop confusing it with yourself! That's not me! It can't be me!'
Savannah was getting freaked out, and she didn't understand why! Logically she knew it wasn't herself, but the resemblance was so striking that it had cause for doubt.
'It's like I photobombed...or in this case...time traveled and portrait-bombed…'
Suddenly there was a loud crash sounding around the house. Startled Savannah flew out of her chair, only for her foot to catch on the blanket she used to keep warm.
"NOO!" Savannah yelled angrily as she once again fell face first. 'Three times! Three!' Her mind shouted. By now Savannah already had a large dark purple bruise on her forehead. But this seemed to be the icing on the cake as she struggled to her feet. She could already feel blood slithering down the skin of her face. Her nose had started to bleed.
She could hear her sister shuffling in her from next door and running into the living room. Somewhat dizzy, Savannah disregarded her head injury and the blood. Breathing in and out quickly she struggled to understand what was going on. Forgetting the jarring image on the laptop's screen, Savannah left her room in a whirlwind of confusion and pain.
"Savannah!" Jane yelled in terror from the living room. Savannah tried to go faster.
Her head hurt.
Her heartbeat was like a carriage of storming horses.
The surroundings were blurry, she might have taken one too many blows to the head.
Savannah's sleep deprivation wasn't helping either.
"J-Jane!" Savannah shrieked, finally stumbling into the living room. Savannah's eye's widened.
Jane was backed into a corner with a man with long red hair smiling down at her with crazy delight. Savannah paled, the man's smile showed off his shark-like teeth. The room was filled with invisible wind, and a bright blue glow was coming from the Webber family GrandFather clock.
"S-Savannah!" Was all Jane pleaded. Her brown eyes were filled with fear. Jane trembled as Jane's brown hair swirled around her.
Savannah was paralyzed in shock, until a calm monotonous voice filled the small living space.
"Savannah and Jane Webber." The voice began, an english accent apparent. Just then a tall man came forward. A book in his gloved hands, dressed in a formal suit. His black hair was slicked back, and his glasses glinted in the supernatural light. He was frowning.
"To be taken by the reapers, Grell Sutcliff and William T. Spears, and be dispatched into a different era." He read.
"~Oh my! What a completely odd job!~" The eccentric redhead sang. The redhead, (just then) invaded Jane's personal space, staring at her eyes in fascination. "Oh darling! Your eyes are to die for! Can I have them…?" Jane shivered, "Uh...what…" She backed herself against the wall.
"Grell." The tall man in glasses said severely.
"But Will! Her eye's look like milk chocolate! I want to eat them up!" Jane squeaked. Savannah's daze halted, her mossy eye's sparking in anger.
'Why am I just standing here!? These guys are weirdos!' A new determination sparked in her eyes. 'I have to save Jane!'
Charging like a football player she yelled fiercely, startling everybody. Shoving the weird person named Grell...she grabbed her sister and tried to run out of the room…(Or possibly jump out the window)
Savannah succeeded at dragging her sister through the door. Though she was extremely sluggish to the point where the attempt would be considered pitiful.
Her head hurt so much!
"Nonsense." She heard William T. Spears mutter. Before she could comprehend five feet in front of her, she was suddenly lifted into the air. Savannah's feet started to kick as she could no longer hold up her sister. Looking behind her she realized with shock that she was being held up with extra long pruners…
'Pruners? Really?!' Her mind was starting to fog. It was getting harder to think.
Her sister had been dropped, and Savannah started to frantically look around her.
"EEK!" She heard Jane shout. "~Oh such an adorable little thing!~" Savannah's bleary eyes swiveled to the redhead, her mouth dropped open.
Grell was holding her bridle style and was basically hugging Jane in excitement. Savannah couldn't fathom the sudden attachment.
"Let me go!" Savannah yelled as she struggled. She could hear her clothing rip as the urge to escape came over her. The pruner was holding her up by her plain tank-top.
The bright supernatural light started to encompass Jane and Grell. Grell walked forward, towards the glowing grandfather clock...A portal opened in front of it.
"Savannah!" Jane cried. "Jane!" Savannah said in turn, reaching out to her sister in vain.
Savannah's tank top ripped open as she fell from the pruners, leaving her in her bra and pajama bottoms. She scrambled to her feet but missed the disappearing redhead by seconds...they were gone.
Next thing Savannah knew, she was being pushed by William as he shoved her into the blue electric portal.
Her eyes widened as the bright light became increasingly brighter. It blinded Savannah. All thoughts of her sister and the odd men vanished as odd feelings welled up inside of her.
'Somebody….help...us…' She thought wearily.
She could feel the cold edges of darkness sweep over her….Her mind was blacking out. Her body felt like it was floating in a plane of shadow.
...
"My….my…." A wickedly seductive voice cooed. Before Savannah completely lost consciousness, a burning gaze of hellfire seared itself in her mind…
"I finally found you my darling…" The being smiled showing off its long fangs. Black clawed hands reached for her.
Savannah shuddered in fear.
…
Meanwhile back inside the empty living room of the Webber house….The portal disappeared as the Grandfather clock froze mid-tick. Like time itself had stopped.
The sisters were gone.
A/N: Sooo….what'dya think? Please leave some feedback! I hope to do better...the previous version really made me cringe.. T-T
Anyways….
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