Hello, this was written by a friend of mine. I'm posting it to my account since she doesn't have a fanfiction. Please, enjoy~!

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Ciel's Sister

Ciel = 13 years old when contracted

Ciel sister (Angelina) = 6 years old when found

Ciel was 10 when it happened mansion burned down

Angelina was 2 when kidnapped night of mansion fire

Angelina was 2 when ciel was 10

Slave for 4 years ran away when she turned 6

Earl Ciel Phantomhive

Angelina is mute

If something is in " " then it is speaking

If something is in ' ' thin it is thought

Ciel is 14 when angelina was found

Angelina's POV

Slowly, I crept down the hall, looking in every direction for a sign of the people that kept me imprisoned in this dreadful place. Suddenly, I froze. A light had flicked on in the room behind me. I pressed my back against the wall, slowly working my way down the hall to the giant flight of stairs that lead outside. Just a few more steps, then I would be out of this place. As I got near the top of the stairs, I started hearing footsteps. I froze, listening to figure out which direction the footsteps were heading. I let out a sigh of relief when the footsteps steadily got fainter. With caution I walked out into the hall and towards the door that would be my key to freedom. As soon as I got the door open, alarms sounded throughout the building. I threw the door open and sprinted out into the night.

When I got outside, the first thing I noticed was that I was surrounded by trees. The second thing I noticed was that the ground was covered by snow. Cursing silently, I made my way quickly through the trees. Listening for the sound of footsteps behind me, I took my eyes off the ground for a split second to look around and that was when I stepped on the branch. I jerked my head back around just in time to meet the snow covered ground. I lay on the ground for a few moments, waiting for my head to stop ringing, that was when I noticed the throbbing pain that was radiating up from my ankle. I looked down to notice that my ankle was resting in an odd position. When I tried to move it, pain shot up my leg and I silently cried out. I knew for a fact that it was broken. Slowly, choking back sobs of pain, I stood up and continued to run. My only goal was to get away from that place and to somewhere safe.

(Time skip)

I had finally reached the tree line. My ankle had gone numb by now, and my head was pounding. The only good thing was that no one had come after me yet. I walked for a few more minutes then came to a road. I looked around, trying to decide which way I needed to go. The sun was going down and I was running out of time. I saw a carriage coming towards me, so I decided to follow, hoping it would lead me to town. A little while later, I saw the first signs of civilization. I was so happy I could scream, I ran forward and entered the first shop I came to. When I looked around and I saw coffins everywhere, I slowly backed away and towards the door. Not two steps later, I had backed into a solid form. I bolted forward and turned around only to see a figure all clad in black with silver hair stepping out of a coffin. I tried to scream even though I knew I couldn't.

"What do we have here," he asked, staring at me. After that I felt myself falling backwards and the last think I remember was the strange man reaching towards me.

(Under taker's POV)

The chiming of the bell alerted me to a client. I watched from my coffin, waiting for the person to come into view. What I saw was not what I was expecting. A small child had entered; I watched smiling to myself as she looked around. I loved seeing the fright in her eyes. I opened the coffin door a little more as the child started to walk backwards. She walked right into my coffin. I laughed quietly as I stepped out.

"Well, what do we have here?" I asked, smiling at her. She took one step back, and then started to fall forward. I reached out to grab her before she hit the ground. I picked her up and set her in a coffin I had made for a certain young earl.

Once I set her down, I started to take notice of what she looked like: she had waist length, raven colored hair with a pair of ragged shorts and a ratty old tee-shirt. Once I looked closer I noticed bruises covering her arms and legs, also that she had a nasty bruise on her ankle. She had several cuts along her side that looked like knife wounds. I stepped back as she started to stir. I watched as she sat up and rubber at her eyes, once she was done she looked around noticing where she was. Panic slowly filled her eyes and she started to lean away from me as much as the coffin would allow. "What are you doing here, little girl?" I asked her. She only shook her head in response.

The small child tried to stand up, but fell to the floor immediately, clutching her ankle while tears streamed down her face. I noticed as she cried silently. 'How odd, usually someone in her condition would have been screaming.'

"Can you speak, child?" I asked her. She shook her head no. 'Ah that explains a lot.' I left the room and walked back to my office to grab a piece of paper and a writing utensil. When I walked back into the room she was sitting on the floor holding on to a skull. I studied her for minute before I noticed that the skull wasn't one of mine. I walked over to her and held out the paper and pencil. She took it from me and then went back to looking at the skull. I sat down beside her and held my hand out for the skull; she clutched it to her chest for a moment, then hesitantly handed it over to me.

(Angelina's POV)

I watched as he took my friend from me. He cradled the skull in his hands. I was worried that he might drop her. That was the only friend I had made in that place in the four years I was imprisoned. They had killed her on the second month and left the head sitting in the small closet of a room. I had taken care of that head and tried to keep her hidden from the guards. I did a fairly good job at keeping her from getting injured. It wasn't the cleanest skull, but it was well cared for. He slowly turned the skull around in his hands, examining it. He startled me when he suddenly spoke, "Would you like me to clean it up for you?" I was surprised that he offered that, I figured he would throw it away or break it. I slowly nodded my head. He stood up and grabbed my hand pulling me up too.

After a few minutes of walking—well, him walking, me limping—we entered a dark, cold room. He switched on the light and when I looked around, I saw several different chemicals lining the wall. We walked over to a sink in the corner of the room and I set the skull in the sink. As I watched him clean the skull I heard a faint chime coming from the other room. I was hesitant to walk away, but my curiosity had gotten the best of me and I limped into the room I heard the chime come from.

(Time skip)

I watched from the corner as the strange man dealt with the customer. 'I really need to get his name' I thought to myself. While I was thinking, the customer had come over to stand by me. We studied each other for a few minutes, then the person flicked his—or was it a 'her'—red hair behind his shoulder.

"My name is Grell," said the strange person while holding his hand out to me. I smiled at him and took his hand. Next, he pulled me up and hugged me. I must have had a panicked look on my face because not one minute later, Grell was pulled away and I was set on the ground behind the man that had silver hair. I pulled on his sleeve and mouthed the words "Thank you" to him. He nodded to me in understanding.

"You can't just pick her up," he told Grell.

"But Undertaker, why not?" he moaned in disappointment. 'So, that's what his name is' I thought.

"Can't you see she didn't want to be picked up!?" undertaker shouted.

"If she didn't want to be picked up, then she would have said something." Grell responded. I slowly backed away, once I was a few steps away I bolted towards the door.

"Get her!" I heard Undertaker shout from behind me. As soon as I got the door open my leg collapsed from under me. I had forgotten that it was broken! In the second I was down, Grell had scooped me up and started to carry me back to the room Undertaker was in. I was in too much pain from trying to run on my leg to even think about trying to get away. Soon, the pain was too much, and I felt myself give in to the darkness.

I'm in suspense. Reviews?