About 1788

Little 7 year old Julchen Ackerman clenched her fist together trying not to break down in tears. She shrank deeper into the corner of the room trying to disappear.

'Freak.'

'Demon.'

'Devil Spawn.'

'Witch.'

'Monster.'

Jules wrapped her tiny arms around her curled up knees and began to sob. Her shoulders shook as two years of exclusion and insults suddenly crashed upon the small Prussia child. Julchen was albino, but not like that mattered. In the 1780s that meant nothing. With her pale skin, snow white hair, and red eyes, Jules looked like a demon's child. And the whole town callered her as such.

One of the maids stumbled upon the crying child while cleaning. There were tracks of mud leading into this room. Monika figured it was Wolfgang, the little blonde five year old, who loved to play out side. She was surprised when she found the little mistress curled up in a corner.

Monika softly placed a hand on the little Miss's shoulder, "Mistress?" Julchen lifted her head to look at the maid, and then threw her tiny arms around the 16 year old. Monika rubbed her back trying to calm the crying girl.

Eventually, Julchen pulled back, "Herr Monika? Am I a demon? Or a witch? Or a devil? Or a monster?"

"No, no, no, li'l miss. You're none of those things." Monika reassured

"Are you sure?" Julchen hiccuped, "Because everyone else says I am! I'm not! I don't wanna be! Why do they hate me?" she asked, a new wave of tears rolling down her cheeks.

Monika pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the tear off the little girl's face, "They hate you because you look different. That's something you can't change, li'l miss." It broke the maid's heart to see Julchen like this. The white haired girl was such a sweetheart, with so much love, caring, and compassion in her, that it was hard to believe Julchen was a monster.

Despite how badly the other kids treated her, Julchen always sent them presents on holidays and tries to invite them to her parents parties. The presents were never seen again, but the invitations where always declined. Julchen never seemed upset by this, she just smiled and tried to play with the others again.

"What happened, li'l miss?" Monika asked.

Julchen inhaled and composed herself, "Erika, Alisa, Leana, and Maria said I could play with them. I was really excited. They got the boys to play too. And then they said that they would be the princess and the boys would be the knights. I asked if I cou-I could be a princess too. They said no. The boys suggested that I should be the wicked witch that gets killed by the knights. I agreed because I really really wanted to play! And then, then they." Julchen curled her hands into fists and tried to hold back her tears.

"They insulted me, like their parents do, and called me names. Then Axel pushed me into the mud! And I ruined the dress Uncle Fritz gave me!" Julchen pointed at her muddy dress, "It's all muddy, see!"

"Oh, yes. I see." Monika lifted up one of the Prussian girl's twin braids. The normally pure white was splattered with mud, "Come with me, little mistress, we'll get you cleaned up."

-XXX-

Around 1914

General Julchen Maria Ackerman flopped down on her cot, her limbs splayed across the makeshift bed. 138 years the woman had lived. In those years she had seen so much war, bloodshed, hate, and kings. General Ackerman looked about 18, and she said as such. Only the royalty and top generals knew that Julchen had been alive since 1776.

Julchen sighed and flipped over to her back. General. Just another alias. For most of her life, Julchen had been known as the Ackerman Ghost. Despite the fact that she was far from dead.

The myth involving the Ackerman Mansion was believed by the town it was built in and the surrounding towns. According to legend, the Ackerman family had a single daughter. This daughter died at a young age (The cause of her death various by which family tells the story). The daughter haunts the house waiting for revenge and will never leave until she has it!

Every once in awhile, ahandful of kids and a few reckless adults had ventured into Julchen's mansion. All the conversations were quite similar. The Prussian general quietly laughed remembering them.

-1868-

Klaus was the first to spot the Ackerman Ghost. She was gliding down the staircase, in a white flowing dress. Her pale skin and white hair had a sharp contrast with the blood red jewelry the ghost wore.

"Hello." The ghost girl tilted her head to the side, "Who are you?" Klaus stepped back when he realized that the ghost had crimson red eyes.

"K-klaus."

The ghost girl smiled and stretched out her hand, "Nice to meet you K-klaus, I am Julchen." He hesitantly shook her hand. Surprisingly his hand didn't pass through Julchen's. But the skin was freezing and he shivered.

"It's the Ackerman Ghost!" Someone behind him screamed.

The girl looked confused, "I'm a ghost? But I'm not dead?"

"You're real." Klaus's friend, Ervin shakily said, "You're real!"

"Well, of course. Why wouldn't a be?"

"I thought that you were just a myth to scare us in doing what our parents wanted us to do. But you're real."

Julchen's face dropped and she looked heartbroken, "Still? I don't want to scare anyone. That'd be mean. I wish others would understand that."

"Come on, Klaus." Ervin said, pulling on the Prussian boy's arm, "Let's go before she kills us!"

"Good-by Klaus!" The ghost girl waved, smiling at him, "Visit again!"

-1914-

Julchen Ackerman sighed and rubbed her tired red eyes. "One day. One day, I'll figure out why I out last everyone. Maybe then I'll find someone who's not afraid of me. One day." She remembered the words of her mother, that had been her motto even since her mother had died, "Until then, fight on."

A/N: With the surprising interest in my oneshot Two Old Soldiers, and a burst of inspiration, I decided to create a multi-chapter story for Julchen.

If you are interesting, I do require some OCs. Be warned, I will manipulate some of them to fit my needs and purposes. And a few will die. But if you want, you can send in an OC, both reviews and PM are welcome.