Summary: Viola Emrys was born with a strange pentagram birthmark resting directly over her heart. She was always told her ancestor during the Victorian era, Sebastian Emyrs, was born with the same exact mark. After touching his portrait one Halloween night, she appears in front of him to later find out lshe is actually his reincarnation. Why is it they were born with the same mark? And what does it have to do with that strange butler of Earl Ciel Phantomhive, Sebastian Michealis?
Chapter 1: How it all started
My name is Viola Emyrs and I got sucked into Victorian London through my ancestor's portrait.
Viola stared at the words she had written down in the moleskin journal, watching the ink from her stolen fountain pen dry. She couldn't believe she just wrote those words inside a journal. She originally meant to keep this journal as a sort of memento that she wasn't going crazy or having a hallucination. But she ended up starting with those introductory words. She didn't know she was writing that sentence until now.
Now, she was no writer herself (barely passing written exams in English) but being an avid reader she realized these words weren't enough to give information to the reader (whomever may find this journal in the future). Gazing around the dirty alley she had taken refuge in, then to Bastian curled up beside her in order to preserve warmth, she put the pen to the paper. Time to start elaborating.
To put it bluntly and a bit cliché it all started that night in the year 2011...
"Take this, bastard!" Viola shouted, punching Brian in the face. He fell to the grass on his back, blood pouring from his split lip. She grinned darkly as she cracked her knuckles. "You mess with Lissa again and I'll mess up more than your pretty face!"
A crowd of teenagers had formed around the two in the middle of the field in the park. Most of them were cheering Viola on while few were watching in amusement and anger.
"What's wrong with you? I didn't do anything to her!" Brian shouted, glaring at the girl. He flinched when she placed her foot on top of his chest.
Viola returned the glare. "Excuse me? Would you like to repeat that? You didn't do anything to her?"
"No, I didn't!"
"Then what the hell was that little display at Veronica's party, hm? You were practically molesting her in a bedroom!"
"Did you ever think she wanted it?"
"What did you say?" She pressed her foot harder on his chest. He cried out, barely able to breathe. "What piece of crap could possibly want you willingly? If I ever see you touch her again I swear I'll-"
"Vivi, stop it!" Melissa Malone exclaimed, alarmed. She rushed to Viola to pull her back from Brian. Viola protested and struggled to get back to Brian. Still, Melissa restrained her arms with all her might regardless of her friend's monstrous strength. "Stop it! He's not worth it!"
"He tried to rape you, Melissa! He's dead when I get my hands on him!" she threatened.
Brian winced as some of his own friends got him back to his feet. They hovered in front of him as a sort of human shield against the girl everyone knew as a demon of justice. Brian hid back almost afraid of Viola and what she would do to him.
"He was drunk! I was drunk! Will you please calm down already? You're going to get us in trouble!"
"Melissa's right," said Arthur, coming up beside them. His stormy green eyes looked at Viola knowingly. "What'll happen if your mother finds out you got into a fight again?"
Viola scowled. She hated it when he brought up her mother. She stopped struggling yet still sent a glare at Brian.
"Tch. Fine. Get him out of her before I change my mind," she warned the other group.
Brian's group took the hint. They scrambled out of the park before she actually did change her mind. It wasn't often she would let people go from their punishments.
The remaining group of three teenagers all laughed.
"Man, did you see his face? It looked like he was about to piss himself!" Riley chortled.
"I would be, too, if I was facing Vivi," Rebecca said, her lips forming a half-smile. She threw an arm over Viola's shoulder. "After all, Viola the demon of justice doesn't often let her prey go from their punishments. I'm surprised she did let him go with nothing but a split lip."
"But, really, Vi, you should tone down on the violence," Sid scolded disapprovingly. "It's not really lady-like to beat up other people."
"You sound like my mother," said Viola.
"She's got the right idea. You're not exactly like a girl," Arthur agreed. "After all, you're an Emyrs. You can't go off picking fights all the time."
Viola sighed. Of course he would play that card. She folded her arms like a petulant child and nodded. "Fine. I'll try not to pick any more fights. But it's technically not a fight if they throw the first punch, is it?"
"If you're the one who encouraged them to throw it, then it's picking a fight," Melissa said.
"Ah, man."
"As much as I love watching Viola get into a fight, I think we should start planning," Riley reminded them.
They all more or less agreed. They walked over to one of the picnic benches to start discussing their plans for that evening.
The main reason they had come to the park in the first place was to discuss their plans for that night. They got sidetracked when Viola saw Brian at the park as well and decided to get her revenge for what he tried to so to Melissa. Seeing how it was Halloween that day and they were considered too old to be trick-or-treating, the group of friends had been preparing their own thing. They had all decided to go spend the night in one of the abandoned manors just outside of town. There were two manors on the outskirts of London that were supposedly haunted. The one they were going to was said to have belonged to Viola's ancestors a long time ago.
Viola came from a long line of nobles, the Emyrs. They were like any other blueblood family with the sons becoming knights or being in service to the royal family with a noble line dating back centuries. They all used to reside in the Emyrs estate just outside of London. Viola learned that the estate was abandoned sometime during World War II due to the Blitzkrieg. Her family never moved back in.
"Why do people think it's haunted?" Rebecca asked once Viola explained why the manor was abandoned.
"The locals who live around the manor say its because of one of my ancestors," she said, munching on an ice cream bar she bought nearby. "One of my ancestors from the Victorian Era was said to have run away. No one knows why he ran away, but he ended up disgracing the family. He was engaged to another noble's daughter and it brought dishonor to the family when he ran. His mother, grieved to have lost her son, ended up committing suicide in the ballroom. A few years later the daughter in the family was said to have been assassinated by one of the current country's competitors in the diamond mining business. With all that grief in the house the locals say after the manor was abandoned they could hear the wails of a heartbroken mother throughout the night and a bloodied girl walking past the front windows."
"Ooh, scary! This is going to be so much fun!"
"I don't know. What if we get in trouble sneaking in?" Sid asked uncertainly.
"Don't worry. I know someone who lives near the manor," answered Arthur. "They said since the estate technically belongs to the Emyrs family still it's completely abandoned. No one really owns it."
"Well, not if Viola wants to move in after. After all, she loves big houses," Riley said, snickering.
He was silenced when Viola punched his shoulder.
"Shut up! Don't even joke. You know how much I hate big places."
"Yeah, leave her alone. Big houses are creepy at night," Melissa agreed.
"They wouldn't be creepy if she got over her fear," Rebecca retorted.
"That's not up for discussion. Anyway," Viola said in an attempt to change the subject, "so the plan is we're going to spend the entire night in the mansion?"
"Yeah. We're going to find a bedroom and camp out in there."
"And," Riley added excitedly, "we're going to have a little scavenger hunt. So make sure everyone brings their own flashlight and batteries."
"A scavenger hunt? Sounds fun."
"What's the prize?" Melissa wondered.
Arthur, the one who came up with the idea, smirked. "The prize is a whole box of the Phantomhive chocolate truffles."
They all gasped. It was unanimously their favorite chocolate they all shared. The Phantomhive chocolates were one of the best and expensive chocolate in all of England. If one of them had bought a chocolate bar (the least expensive of the products offered), they would literally fight to have a piece. To have a whole box of truffles to themselves...!
"Oh, I'm going to win that," Riley proclaimed confidently.
"Not if I win it first," Rebecca responded in kind.
The teenagers all grinned at one another. They thought Halloween would be ruined since they were too old for trick-or-treating. Now that they could move onto scarier stuff, they were excited to spend the night in a real haunted house. Not one filled with fake horror and various attractions-one that was actually haunted with ghosts. They were going to have fun tonight.
"Vivi-nee, look! Look!"
Viola looked up from where she sat on her bed, getting ready for the night. From her spot on her bed, she could see Arisu standing at her door. She was already dressed in her costume, which was supposed to be Alice in Wonderland. She spun in a circle, letting the blue dress twirl around in a perfect circle.
"Isn't my dress pretty?" Arisu asked, giggling.
"Aw, aren't you adorable?" Viola cooed at her little sister. She walked over to her to pick up the six year old. "Look at my little Arisu! All you need is a bunny to chase and you're off to Wonderland."
"I already have a bunny to chase. Ken-nii is going to be my White Rabbit." She snuggled her face into the crook of her neck. Viola resisted the urge to sneeze when the white ribbon on her head tickled her nose. "Nee-chan, why can't you come trick-or-treating with us? We'd get lotsa candy."
She set her down to rub the top of her head, smiling apologetically. "Sorry, little one. I promised my friends we'd do something tonight."
"But...But I wanna spend time with Nee-chan."
"I know. Hey, how's about we watch a movie before I go? We can watch your favorite movie."
Arisu brightened up. "Really?"
She nodded.
"Yay! I'll go get it!" She ran out of the room with her dress swishing as she did so. Viola could hear her little feet run around the house to where their playroom was. She couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm as she walked out of her room to follow her. She was so adorable!
"So you're really not going with us?"
Viola tilted her head towards the slightly high voice from down the hall. She covered her mouth with her hand when she saw Ken leaning against an open doorway.
"Oh, gosh! Is that your costume?" she snickered, taking in the sight of her stepbrother wearing a red waistcoat and black slacks. Bunny ears and a fluffy tail were his accessories.
Ken flushed. "It's your fault! You should have never played that silly otome game! Otherwise, she wouldn't be obsessed with Peter White!"
"Aw, but Peter White is my favorite character!" Viola launched herself at him. Ken had no time to dodge as they both tumbled to the ground with Viola on top. She squeezed him tightly. "Just look at my little white rabbit! He's so adorable tonight!"
"Get off me, Nee-chan! Quit touching me!"
"But Ken, you're so huggable."
"That's not even a word! Let go already!"
"I don't wanna."
"Nee-chan, Nii-chan, what're you doing?" Arisu asked, coming back out into the hallway. Her head was tilted at he display of her older sister hugging her older brother on the ground. She also took in Ken's flushed face.
"Oh, nothing, Ari. I'm just hugging Mr. White and teaching him to always hug Arisu," Viola said, grinning.
"Oh. Can I have a hug?"
"Of course you can!" She got off Ken and picked up Arisu. Arisu squealed with delight when Viola pressed her face against her collarbone and blew on it to make a funny sound. "Arisu can have as many hugs as she wants. Do you know why?"
"Because Arisu is cute?"
"Yes, because Arisu is adorable!"
Ken got off the floor and sighed at the display of his two sisters hugging one another. "You're spoiling her too much, I swear."
Both girls stuck their tongues out at him. Viola was the first to actually do so and Arisu copied her without knowing what it meant.
"You're just jealous Ari is cuter than a rabbit," Viola stated. She turned on her heel to carry Arisu down the long hallway to their playroom. Ken followed behind her. "Speaking of rabbits, why do you have your costume on already? It's not even dark yet."
"We're leaving when Mother comes home from work. She's on her way now."
"This early?" Viola couldn't believe it. Her mother was actually coming home from work early? Her mother, Samantha Sohma, worked as a lawyer who owned a law firm. Her work hours were irregular; she never got home until late at night. They barely saw one another in the daytime.
"She doesn't want Arisu trick-or-treating out so late," Ken explained with a shrug.
"Yet she allows me to stay out past midnight. How's that logic for ya?"
She shook her head and turned to an open doorway. The three entered a large parlor that had been converted into a playroom for the three kids. There were fluffy couches against the walls of the room and one couch in front of a large TV hanging on a wall. Here and there were stuffed toys and dolls from Arisu's toy chest located in the corner of the room. Despite all the latest technology with all sorts of game consoles, there were elements of tasteful decor from the oriental rug to the grandfather clock next to bookshelf full of DVDs and video games. It was the perfect blend of traditional and modern decoration-fit for the Victorian home they lived in.
Viola placed Arisu down to the ground. She rushed over to the bookshelf to pick out a DVD to pop into the DVD player next to the LCD TV. Viola and Ken settled themselves on the couch.
"Why aren't you trick-or-treating with us?" Ken asked.
"My friends and I wanted to do something different for this year's Halloween since we're too old for trick-or-treating," she answered. She grabbed the remote to turn on the TV for Arisu in time for a colorful image to pop up on screen. The animated world of Madeline the movie came on with the narrator and his rhymes. Arisu was glued to the TV sitting on the floor in front of the couch.
"What are you guys doing?"
"We're going to a haunted house."
"You mean those fake horror houses?"
She scoffed. "Please. You know I prefer real horror. We're going to a real haunted house. You know my mom's family manor? We're spending the night there."
Ken stared at her in astonishment. He knew about the old manors outside of London; one of which was his stepmother's family manor. The kids in school knew about the rumors of the old cursed Emyrs manor. It was one of two haunted manors no one dared to go near. Why was his stepsister going to such a place even if it did belong to her family?
"You're mad," he decided. Viola was the type to go towards danger rather than go away from it. "Mum is going to kill you if she ever finds out you went there."
"And Mom's not going to find out," she said. She gave him a meaningful look. "If you do tell her, I'm going to tell a certain someone about your feelings."
Ken gasped in horror. "You wouldn't!"
"Wouldn't I?"
And the worst part about that was she was serious. He knew that if he wronged her somehow she would pay it back tenfold. Even he wasn't stupid enough to deal with someone nicknamed a demon.
"Alright, fine! I won't tell Mum!"
She grinned, leaning back in the couch. "Glad we understand one another, Peter White."
"I hate it when you do that."
"But you still love me! After all," she leaned over to pull Ken back into a hug. Being so small, he was pulled into her lap where she snuggled into his black hair, "you're my little brother. You can't help but love me. You're way too adorable for me to hate."
"Not all little brothers love their siblings," he muttered darkly. "Sasuke and Inuyasha hate their older brothers."
"That's because their older brothers are a-holes. I've never tried to kill you."
"There were times you almost killed me."
"On accident!"
"What are you two talking about?" Arisu asked, turning to stare at her siblings. They were talking enough for her to not hear the movie as much.
"Nothing, Ari. Aw, poor Madeline," Viola pouted. "She doesn't have a mother and father anymore."
Ken moved himself off of Viola's lap as the two turned back to the movie. He was grateful for this. He loved the fact his sisters could get distracted so easily at a subject change. Thank God women's thoughts always changed. He wasn't certain how he would survive with Viola focused on one thing and one thing alone. She would be scarier that way.
For the next hour the three siblings stayed in their play room watching the movie. Or rather, Arisu was the one watching while Viola was lost in her thoughts thinking about that night and Ken was busy texting his friends on his phone. They stopped when they heard the familiar chime of the bell placed in the room.
"Mama's home!" Arisu exclaimed in glee. She jumped to her feet to run out of the room, the tiny tapping of her feet fading into the manor.
"Fun. Time to go trick-or-treating, Peter White," Viola said, standing up to follow after her. Ken copied her in a huff.
"Stop calling me that," he grumbled.
The two walked through the hallway to where the stairs were. Heading down the stairs, they heard their mother's voice speaking to someone.
"So what are you kids going to be doing tonight?" she was asking.
"We are having a sleepover at Melissa's house, Mrs. Sohma," said a familiar voice. One that made Ken turn red and Viola grin at him. "Don't worry, ma'am. We are not doing anything inappropriate."
"I hope not. But, I trust you, Ciel. You keep that troublesome daughter of mine in line."
Viola made her way down to see her mother standing in the foyer with another boy with dark hair and bright eyes. Arisu was hugging the boy around his leg, staring up at him happily.
"Hey, I'm not that troublesome," she said.
He scoffed. "Yes, because I'm sure you do not draw attention to yourself and bring trouble to you."
"You're so mean, Ciel." She walked over to Ciel and slung an arm over his shoulders. This was easily done considering Ciel was about her height. "I'm older than you so I'm the one setting a good example for you. What's the harm in that?"
"Getting into fights is not a proper example a role model should be teaching."
"Ouch! That hurts, Patchy."
"Sometimes, I believe Ciel is the one setting examples for you, Viola," Samantha said, smiling.
"Mom! You're supposed to be on my side."
"Sorry, sweetie, but Ciel is a good example for you to follow."
"You see what you've done? You've brainwashed my mom to turn against her own daughter," Viola mock sobbed. She buried her face onto his shoulder. "No one loves me! My life is over! I'll have to die my hair black and write angsty poetry for the rest of my teenaged life! Oh, woe is me!"
Ciel shoved her off of him as Samantha laughed.
"I thought Rebecca was the actress?" he asked.
"I'm kind of an actress. I like being in a lot of plays," she laughed, smiling brightly at him.
He snorted, folding his arms. "Funny. Says the girl named after a Shakespeare character."
"Okay, ouch. Blame my mother on naming me. If I could name myself, I would have called myself Florence or Elizabeth."
Samantha shook her head at the two teen's interactions. She knew that behind Ciel's cold remarks the two were sharing friendly banter. With her daughter anything was friendly banter. "Okay, you two. Shouldn't you be heading over to Melissa's house? There will be a lot of people on the streets today."
"Yes, we should be getting to her house before it gets completely dark," Ciel suggested, glancing at his wrist watch. "Do you have your things ready, Viola?"
"Yup! Got everything right here," Viola said, patting her messenger bag faithfully. She bent down to kiss Arisu on the cheek. "Have fun trick-or-treating."
She bobbed her head with a huge smile on her face.
"I promise to get lotsa candy just for you, Nee-chan!"
"Okay." She waved at Ken, who was hiding slightly behind their mother with his head down. "Later, Peter White! Don't try to be a stalker for some poor unsuspecting girl!"
"N-Nee-chan!" Ken sputtered. He lifted his head to glare at her but his eyes shifted over to Ciel. Ciel was staring at him as well. They held their gaze for a moment before Ken sucked his head. "B-Bye, Ciel-kun."
"Kenichi," he replied, nodding. He turned back to Samantha much to Ken's disappointment. "Good night, Mrs. Sohma."
Viola grinned at the exchange. She really loved watching Ken and Ciel when they were in the same room together. Ken's reactions were the most adorable and hilarious. She finally kissed her mother on the cheek.
"Night, Mom!"
"Night, Vivi. Have fun!"
With that Viola gave one last wave to her mother and siblings before heading out into the night.
Viola and Ciel began to make their way towards the park where they were supposed to be meeting everyone. The streets of London were already filling with families who were trick-or-treating for the long night ahead. Despite the sun setting just a few minutes prior, people were already starting to knock on people's door for the candy hunt.
Viola was talking to Ciel about his previous costumes in the past. She always teased him that he was a pirate every single day because of the eye patch. Strangely enough, it was the eye patch that brought them together as friends.
Ciel was a good two years younger than her at the age of fifteen, yet he was smart enough to be a senior in high school. On his very first day some idiots from their class started bullying him for being so girly, smart and small. They were especially mean because of the eye patch. Viola, being the kind person she was, promptly drop kicked those boys' butts to leave Ciel alone. Ever since then, Viola and her friends immediately adopted the boy into their tight knit group.
He was the logical and manipulative one in the group. He knew what to say when Viola gets in trouble with authority claiming her negligence to certain things. His silver tongue was what got her out of most punishments solely for the fact HE would issue a punishment himself that would be twice as effective. No matter how much she denied it Ciel was a good influence on her. He was her conscience when she loses herself to her fury.
And I'm a good influence on him, she thought with a smile. Were it not for their friendship Ciel would be a complete loner at school. During times when Ciel is separated from their group of friends, she was told by others he tends to avoid other people. It wasn't as if he was shy-far from it! Ciel wasn't, simply put, a people person. He preferred his privacy when he wasn't with his friends. So the fact she was able to get him to hang out with them was a miracle. I wouldn't have it any other way. Ciel's my friend.
"What are you smiling about?" asked Ciel suspiciously. She had a dreamy smile on her face. It was quite discerning as that either meant two things.
"Hm? Oh, I was just thinking about how we met," she answered. She giggled. "Isn't it funny? We're friends because people decided to make fun of your eye patch."
"I regret that day I wore that blasted thing," he sighed.
"Come on, Patchy! It's not that bad. It's how we got to meet. Still..." She eyed his face, eye patch free to allow two beautiful blue orbs peer at her open to the world to behold. "I prefer you wearing that contact of your's. looks way better than you hiding your eye behind an eye patch. It's too bad you had to miss the meeting because you had to replace your contact set."
"Don't remind me. I honestly do not know what Riley was thinking when he threw them into the pool."
Viola winced. Yeah, that obviously was not the best idea for Ciel to keep his eye contact set in a place where a drunken Riley could reach it. Ciel had to wear his eye patch for three whole days because of it, much to his irritation.
"So what did your cousin say when he found out?"
He thought for a moment. "He was...amused. He was annoyed we had to get it replaced, but the reason why I had to replace it amused him the most."
The two were a few blocks away from the park. They stopped at the crosswalk at an intersection to wait for the signal to cross.
"So he wasn't mad at all?" Viola pressed.
He shook his head. She couldn't help but sigh in relief.
"That's good. I was worried he would threaten to withhold the sweets he bakes for you."
"You mean the sweets he bakes for you," he corrected with a scoff. "You are worried should I be grounded he would stop baking me sweets I give to you."
"Yeah, pretty much. Can you blame me? Your cousin's sweets are to die for!" she exclaimed. Ciel lived with his cousin who made a living as a pastry chef. He tended to make some cakes and other treats for Ciel. However, his cousin tends to make too much so he gives most of the sweets to his friends; mainly Viola as she fell in love with the pastries baked. She grinned, seeing the signal to cross blink on. "You know how it is. I'm going to marry your cousin some day since I'm already in love with the food he bakes. And you know what they say: food is the first step towards a person's heart."
"I thought that applied toward men?" Ciel asked, amused, as they began to cross the street.
"No, that's just sexist. Have you seen how much I love food?"
"And yet you cannot eat a large help-"
Before he could finish his sentence, the sound of screeching tires filled the air.
The screech of tires ripped through the night air and the sound of a scream from someone. The asphalt practically smoked in the air from the harsh sudden brake of a car skidding across it.
Viola stood in the middle of the cross walk, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. Oh, well, it was a pretty close analogy. She was technically a deer when faced with the headlights barely skimming her hips. She clutched at her chest. The headlights barely bumped her as the car had screeched to a complete halt an inch away from her body.
Oh, my freaking God! she thought, gasping. She could think no other thought besides saying God's name repeatedly in her head in a chant. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, GOD!
Her ears rang with various sounds ranging from people talking loudly to the snapping of cameras on phones. One voice in particular appeared above the rest.
"Miss! Miss, can you hear me?" said a deep, sensual voice.
Viola managed to stop panicking long enough to feel someone shaking her shoulders. Flicking her eyes up, they widened to see a remarkably handsome man leaning over her. From what she could see in the bright headlights still blaring blindly at her, the man had short black hair barely touching his shoulders and deep brown eyes that looked red. He was dressed in all black yet she couldn't help but note his jeans were hugging his legs in an appealing way. The man's red eyes were staring down at her in concern with his hand on her shoulder. It was at that moment she realized he wasn't shaking her-she was. She was sitting on the concrete, shaking like a leaf.
Seeing he had Viola's attention back, he spoke.
"Please, forgive me. I wasn't paying attention to the stoplights. Are you alright?" he asked, scanning her for any injuries.
"Of course she's not alright!" Ciel shouted. He glared at the man, slapping his hand away. The man pulled back his hand, amused. He ignored the man to help Viola up as she was still in a daze. "You almost bloody ran her over, you twit! Next time, watch where you're going!"
"Oh? Do you expect her to get run over in the near future?" the man asked, his lip twitching upward.
"No! No, I'm not," Viola exclaimed, finally snapping out of her daze. She took a deep breath to calm her racing heart. She managed a smile, which the man returned. "Look, no harm, no foul. But, please watch out where you're going next time. If I was actually injured, my mom would sue the pants off of you."
He chuckled. "If it were anyone but me, you most likely wouldn't have a next time. May I be so bold as to ask you for your name? For insurance reasons."
"Ah, Viola Emrys. And you are...?"
"Sebastian-"
"If you two are done flirting," Ciel interrupted, irritated, "we must be going."
He nodded at the man, Sebastian, ruefully and began to push Viola to the other side of the sidewalk. Apparently, they had been holding up traffic what with all the cars that had stopped when they all witnessed in fading light a girl about to be hit by a car. It was then Viola noticed the amount of people staring. A few had even recorded what happened!
Ciel was muttering darkly under his breath. Viola could catch a few words that sounded a bit like 'buffoon' and 'reckless'. He did not stop pushing her once they were well past the crosswalk.
"C-Ciel, you can stop pushing me now," Viola said as soon as they were far from the crosswalk.
He finally seemed to realize what he was doing and stopped. His scowl was still present on his face. "Sorry. I didn't realize I was doing that."
"It's fine. Though, you should really calm down. It wasn't that big a deal."
"Not that big a deal? You could have died if that man didn't stop when he did!"
"But I didn't. Lighten up. I'm not dead or injured in any way. Let it go."
He scowled, but did not comment further.
The two soon made their way to the park Viola and company were at earlier that. Already, they could see their friends gathered, waiting on them.
"Whoa, Vi! What happened?" Rebecca gasped.
Viola looked at her, confused. She, then, pointed to Viola's palms that were faced out in view. Viola lifted up her hands to see the palms of her hands were scratched up and bleeding slightly. Strange. She didn't realize they were bleeding.
"Oh. I almost got ran over by a car. No big deal," Viola said, shrugging. Their slack expressions spoke otherwise.
"Run over by a car? How is that not a big deal?" Melissa exclaimed, wide-eyed.
"Well, I guess it is. But the guy who almost ran me over was pretty hot," Viola admitted, grinning.
The boys all rolled their eyes.
"Of course. Viola wouldn't really care who almost runs her over with a car as long as they are good looking," Riley said, shaking his head.
"When you say it like that you make it sound like a bad thing."
"Yeah, you should know Viola by now," Melissa giggled. "She loves guys with pretty faces. It's her one weakness."
"Isn't that the truth?" Sid said, snorting. "Once she sees a guy she thinks is hot she falls head-over-heels for him."
"What the heck is this? Pick on Viola day?" Viola complained. "And just so you know, I don't fall head over heels for any hot guy."
"Yeah, that's why you're marrying Ciel's faceless cousin," Melissa giggled. It was no secret of Viola's proclamation of marrying a man based on the love she had for his sweets.
"Whom I still say you should never meet," Ciel added with a huff.
"Besides, you shouldn't marry a person for a reason like that," Arthur agreed. "What if he turns out to be someone you hate?"
"Depends. If he does turn out to be someone I hate, I'll stay away from him."
"And if he is handsome and you do like him?"
"I don't think I could stay away from him. I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off him."
The girls broke into giggles while the boys rolled their eyes. Girls.
"As much as I like teasing Viola," Ciel drawled, shaking his head at the childishness of his friends, "we should get going towards the Emyrs mansion before we lose our way through the dark. We could possibly get lost on our way there."
"Speaking of losing our way, how are we getting there?" Viola asked.
"My cousin's going to give us a ride," Riley answered. He nodded at a white van by the curb of the park where a man a little older than them was waiting. The man did look a bit like Riley but much like an older, more laid-back version of him. "He knows the way to the mansion. Checked out the route for us to get in."
"So, anyone ready to chicken out? This is the Emyrs mansion we're talking about," Arthur asked, sweeping his eyes to his friends.
"One of the most haunted mansions in the London countryside," Rebecca singsonged, trying to sound like the announcer on the Twilight Zone. "The manor where two tragic souls lay in wait in eternal suffering. Who knows what horrors or secrets wait to be uncovered? Are we to find the heartbroken mother waiting for the return of her lost child? Or the bloodied sister lying in wait for REVENGE!?"
She suddenly latched onto the arm of the nearest person, which turned out to be Sid. He jumped at her yell.
"Becca, knock it off! You're freaking me out," Sid protested. He wiggled his arm out of her reach as she laughed.
"Bein' a scaredy cat, Sid? It's not like any of that stuff's true."
"That's what you say," Ciel mysteriously said. All of them fell quiet at his serious tone. He gazed at his much older friends with a stern expression much like he does when he tries to talk them out of doing something illegal. "The Emyrs mansion is not child's play. People have gotten hurt simply by staying a night within its walls."
"You're making that up," Riley scoffed.
"Am I? Do you remember the news article where a couple were in the middle of a storm and were forced to reside in the manor before they could get into an accident?"
"I remember that one. It said they were on their way to London when the storm blocked off the road," said Melissa, frowning. "From what I read they were found the next morning outside the estate gates. The man was covered in blood while the woman..."
She trailed off, visibly shuddering.
"The woman was found next to the man with her organs resting next to her while her limbs looked as if they were bitten into," Ciel finished. "Of course, she was dead. The man, half-crazed, told the police a woman had offered them shelter for the night in the manor. The odd thing, he managed to say, was how she was covered in blood from head to toe. The bloodied woman bit into her, the man said. She killed my wife! She ate my wife! Thinking these words were that of a mad man, Scotland Yard investigated the manor. They found the woman's blood soaking one of the rooms, but there was no bloodied woman. The man was arrested for murdering his wife and sent to an asylum. As for the bloodied woman, they found no evidence of such a person living in the estate."
A stunned silence followed his ending. The teens each stared at one another, wide-eyed. After a moment, Viola burst out laughing. The rest flinched at the laugh.
"Wow, Ciel. You're really in the Halloween sprit, aren't you?" Viola chortled. She wiped a tear from her eye, grinning. "I thought you hated childish stories. That sounded like something out of an Edgar Allan Poe story."
He shrugged. "I could have come up with worse. I could have told the story about the demon residing in the ruins of the Phantomhive manor."
"What, you mean the one where the rotting corpse of a girl was found inside with no evidence of a struggle or cause of death? One of the many mysteries of the manors, I guess."
"Perhaps," Ciel chuckled ominously.
"You two," Rebecca started, dumbfounded,"are horrible. Was that story even true?"
"One hundred percent."
"Then, why are you laughing about it?"
"Spooky stuff like that happens all the time," Viola answered. "It's one of the mysteries of the world. Plus, I watch ghost hunting shows all the time in the dark by myself. It would be awesome to see an actual ghost."
"Be careful what you wish for, Vi. Who knows what could happen with that thing on your chest," Arthur warned, teasingly. He poked at Viola's chest.
She rolled her eyes and slapped the hand away.
"Not even. The day I believe that demons exist is the day Sherlock Holmes in Sherlock isn't hot."
"Benedict Cumberbatch is pretty handsome," Melissa sighed.
"See? My thoughts exactly. My birthmark has nothing to do with demons because they don't exist. Ghosts, on the other hand, do."
"But, I thought demons existed because of ghosts? Or at least connected to them?" Sid asked, confused.
"Who knows? Maybe demons do exist," Ciel observed with a smirk. "Now, are we going to stand here all night or are we going to get going?"
"Yes, we are."
The group of teenagers gathered their things and began to head for the car ready to take them to their choice of fun for Halloween night. One had no idea of the danger and life changing event about to occur while another simply stayed silent of the danger the first was about to encounter.
Hello! Welcome to my new story Where the Heart Lies! A story brought to you by annoying ideas stuck in my head! Though, really, I'm starting this story because since the moment I started reading Kuroshitsuji last year this story created itself, stuck itself in my mind, and refused me the creativity to write my other stories. And, fair warning, I'm not really going to be updating weekly. I'll be updating this as it comes and goes. I'm also using this story as a chance to warm up my creative thoughts in order to write my other stories. I learned in my English class that if we write something as a warm-up before we do our work it lets us write more freely. So, when I write for this story it's more of a warm up to write my other stories and my essays (God, I hate writing essays now). It kind of helps I have pieces of this story already written.
Don't really care if you review, but it would be nice to see how my writing style is. So, review if you're able!
