Author's Notes: Recently got into Black Butler, thanks to a friend of mine Amber. Once getting to episode 6, I realized I liked it enough to make an OC and a story began to emerge. I told her the idea and she immediately wanted to help me with it and even offered me the usage of some of her OCs. Raelinn, Adrian and Vernon all belong to her. Sabrina belongs to me. All canons belong to Yana Toboso.

I have done some good research on this story to be sure I keep to the era the series belongs to, which is the year 1888 at the start and ends in 1889. Before I go any further, I apologize for the dialogue not being in tune to the era, but I have tried. When re-enacting the past, not often you're going to get everything correct.

This story starts in Canada, which was formed in 1867 where several British Colonies first formed Canada. At the time the known country of Canada was considerably smaller. There were only four Provinces named as part of Canada and they were Ontario, Quebec, New Brunswick and Nova Scotia. Province of Ontario was only the lower portion where the Canadian Government resides and surrounding areas around the great lakes. It was the same for Quebec, with only a small portion of the lower areas of the Province. New Brunswick and Nova Scotia have always remained the size they are to this day.

The song sung in Black Butler called "God Saved the Queen" is the actual anthem for the UK and Canada uses it as well in certain ceremonies.

My friend Amber is to be given credit for helping me get so far into the story so quickly. She's a Black Butler expert, well is to me anyway. She helped with the characters to keep them in character. In a way one could say she co-authored this, but everything in this is my idea except for a few plot bunnies.

Full Summary: Sabrina Parker, a noblewoman, returns to London after she and her fiancé were viciously attacked and he was brutally killed. Taken in by the Earl Phantomhive, she begins a long road of healing and winds up committing a taboo when she finds herself entranced by the Butler who is more than what he appears to be. While recovering, she uncovers a horrendous truth about the murder of her fiancé. Will she be able to find love and move on again or will she suffer at the hands of a demon and become his next meal or suffer the same fate as her fiancé?

Prologue:

(June 7, 1888)

A young woman by the name of Sabrina Parker with her fiancé Edward, were taking a beautiful leisure walk in a park after having a nice dinner. The two were scheduled to marry in three days and to the two, it seemed as nothing could get between them and their happiness. They were happy when around one another. With her being an heiress to a jewellery company founded in England a few hundred years ago by the name of Estec Jeweler, and he from a well off wealthy family from British society, the two were equally matched. It wasn't known how Edward's family had such high standings in Britain, they just were.

Unknown to either one, they weren't alone. High above, in the trees someone watched with crimson eyes and dark hair. "Look at them. Just their happy smiles make me sick."

"And just what do you planned to do?" someone asked from another tree branch.

"You'll see."

The two figures looked down as the loving couple came in hearing range.

"Soon my darling we will be husband and wife," Edward replied.

"Yes, and I can't wait. I wish my parents were alive to see it, but I know they are with me in spirit," Sabrina replied with a smile. "I love you, Edward."

"I love you…" he was cut off short.

"HEH! DIE!" screamed a voice from what seemed from everywhere.

The loving couple looked up, smiles disappearing.

"What was…" Before Sabrina could finish the sentence, something forceful slammed into her back, causing her to trip. She tumbled over her dress and crashed to the ground. Edward's hand was ripped from her own as a chilling shrill was sounded through the air.

Sabrina brought her hands underneath her and slowly lifted herself back up. Her arms wobbled, as she was frightened in what was going on. She managed to get herself turned, just as something hard slapped her in the face. The force behind the slap, snapped her head back as her body was forced back and she crashed back to the ground on her back.

"AHHHHH!" she cried out in pain.

"Happiness is overrated!"

Sabrina was in too much pain to register where the voice came from or the sound of it. Tears were streaming down her face. "Edward…" she tried to scream out.

"Oh, he can't hear you now. Too bad."

Getting herself up to her knees, she tried to look up just as something blocked her view. She gave a dignified scream as everything began to go dark for her. She was fading fast as her body suddenly moved. Was this it for her… was she now going to die? As her senses began to dull she heard a distant voice…

"Forgive me, my lady," a gentle voice rang out as a shadowed figure had a secure grip on the wounded woman. Her clothes were bloodied and he knew why, but he didn't want to think about that. He rested the woman down in a safe place and returned back to the scene of the crime, but it was too late. The one who attacked the woman was gone.

Anyone who would see him, would only see his face as his clothes and body were covered by a dark cloak, keeping him well concealed.

"So you found your way here, have you? This is not good. He's not going to like this." He gave a sigh and looked down. He was standing in the very spot where he saved the woman.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't get here sooner. May you be at peace." The man spoke with a voice of pure sympathy. He stared down at the dead man, who was the woman's companion. The body was completely covered in blood, but that wasn't all. How he was killed, greatly disturbed him. "You're getting worse." If anyone heard him speak, they would have wondered who he was talking about. The way he spoke, sounded as if he knew who the attacker was.

Turning away from the scene, he made his way back over to the unconscious woman. Being a survivor of the attack, he knew she was going to need some protection. It broke his heart to see her in the shape she was in, knowing she was going to be full of despair, attracting attention.

Bending down, he pulled her back into his arms, being careful not disturb any of her injuries. Once she was secured in his arms. He left the area, just as authorities arrived on the scene to find a brutal murder and no leads.

He took to the rooftops, making his way to where he knew where a medical facility was. He didn't want to attract any attention from viewers as he carried her. His trip to the new country, had majorly took a turn for the worse.

Arriving at his destination, he easily made his way inside.

"Someone help me!" he called.

"Oh! What happened?" a nurse called as she entered.

"She was attacked in the park," the man answered. "Please, take care of her."

"I need a bed, immediately!" she called to another nurse.

"Bed One is ready."

"This way," the nurse replied.

The man, still with his injured cargo in hands, followed the nurse to a small room.

"You can put her on the bed and then I'll have to ask you to leave."

He gave a nod and did as asked. "I'm not sure who she is. I hope she will be alright."

"We'll do the best we can."

With that, the man turned away and left the room, allowing the nurses to do what they needed, which required undressing the woman and giving her something else to wear. Her wounds would be taken care of her and any dirt on her body would be removed. The woman didn't really sustain too many injuries in the attack, but the matter she was unconscious did cause for some concern. It was with great hope she didn't have a concussion.