The dream, the dream felt so real. Something out of a fairy tail, things would hurt but they would heal at the very end. This dream, it would always involve you, standing alone. It was so cold, so cold, so empty so painful. It hurt, but only for a little, and then there was a light. A light that would call out your name, and everytime you would grab that light, and something would pull you to it. Only for you find yourself around laughter and warmth. You would always feel someone tugging on you, calling to you. It was child's voice a sweet child's voice, they would pull you along through the rows and rows of gardens. Flowers lined up in a row, you would allow this person to pull you. It delighted you greatly, hearing their laughter and sweet giggles. The smell of freshness compared to rottenness, the wind was always so much better. Whomever was pulling you, would pull you others. Two others, their faces you could never seem to make out, as the light cast a shadow on them. But you felt their embraces, so strong so secure. So tender. So warm. These figures would always call your name, you never called back to them. You didn't know why, everytime you did nothing would come out. This dream was so glorious. It was a dream, a dream you never wanted to wake up from. If you died now you would, be happy from the dream. If dreams where real, then you would want this one and only this one.
But dreams where never real, not in the line of work you did. Reality had to set in, and it always did. Pulling your blade out of your victim. Not a drop of blood went on you, you stared at them with your merciless eyes. You cold, pale green eyes with a slight hint of gold in them. You watched their soul leave their body. Yet it never bothered you, but it felt wrong at the sametime. Still, you had a job to do. The job you've been breed to do.
As your victim's lifeless body heavily drops, their blood started to stain their once pure white carpet. Another job done with out any sort of issue, looking around their room. For anything you wanted, you found a few small things that where there. Taking them, you leave the body on the floor.
Over at the most infamous manors in England: Phantomhive Manor. Of the Phantomhive family, a distinguished noble family. That is too widely known within England. It was a beautiful sight all it's own. Many fancied it. Known for many things, as others talk about amongst the streets. The previous Earl of the manor tragically died along with his wife years ago. Leaving their only son, a 13 year old boy Ciel Phantomhive. Who at time had a happy child only for it be darkly turned.
The young master or young Earl sat in his large office looking over documents, though it was a nice day outside it did not matter to Earl. His eye not hidden by the eye patched scanned the papers. A board sigh escaped his lips, growing stiff from his sitting he sits up as he glances outside the window. A memory came into his mind, back in his happier times, of his life. With his mother and father. As well another, who was brought into his family by his father. A girl much older than him. He remember the times he would play with her. She was a stiff for a girl her age, just like how he is now. The irony. Oh the irony of what has become of him now, just as she was. She never really smiled but he knew she was very attentive to many things. It was on a nice day such as this, he was playing while she followed him. She always followed him, like some sort of silent angel as he called her. She had a pale complexion, along with her pale green eyes that took in everything and never missed anything. He had to admit she was pretty for girl her age, a growing beauty his mother use to say or some sort of rare flower, and her interesting color of hair, a pale sort of orange hair, it had a wavy texture to it, that was always down. Always having a hair band in her hair with a flower. For reason Ciel would always want her around, and she would always be there. Though silent, she showered him with a lot. She was always concerned for him, as he was for her. Trying to get her to smile, he remember only a few times she did. Though only for him, something he truly valued. But one day he never saw her again, a day he dare not remember a day he was reborn.
As Ciel thought of this memory, his butler came in a handsome man with dark black hair and red devious looking eyes. He noticed his master in his deep thought. As he came in with a envelope. He quietly makes his way over to the young Earl's desk. Seeing his master had not noticed him he does so himself.
Ciel, turns and looks at his butler, who gives him a chilly smile. Ciel props himself up."What is it?"
"It is from the queen, my lord"
The butler hands the elegant envelope to the young boy, Ciel opens it up as he reads what the Queen sent him. "..."
Walking along the slums of England, the hood of your cloak kept you hidden. Many just paid you no mind. As well the menacing look you gave them if anyone dared to come and try something, turning down a corner, you make it to where you needed to be. Standing there in the alley, you felt the presence of someone. Quickly you draw out your dagger, only for your attack to be quickly deflected.
A male's scuff was heard, they where mocking you. Turning around, to face them. Taking off your hood.
"Well hello there Ashling, I do wish you would smile more. A pretty girl like you. Anyway, I've heard you've done the job. Good. Nothing but the best."the man takes out something from their belt, and passes a folded piece of paper to you. They firmly place it in your hand."Another job, though I highly doubt it will be easy. This one is I've heard has been to see death and back again. No one can get near him at all, he is nearly untouchable. But I'm sure someone like yourself will be able to pull it off...maybe."
He gives you a cocky smile, you pay him no mind. Seeing no reaction from you, irritated him. But he let it slide, returning back to his cocky grin"Well...that's all I have to give to you..."with that he leaves just as quickly as he came.
Looking down at the folded piece of paper, unfolding it to read your next assignment. Once done, you fold up the paper and put it knew who next target it was, it didn't matter the age. All you knew was your target and what you needed to do. You would gather so more Intel on him, once done with that. You'd have to find some way to get to him. Thinking of the name, of your next target it seem faintly distant. Ciel Phanomhive.