Through the Mirror

by XxX-01

The night Cosette Phantomhive returns to the home to thePhantomhive manor, she finds a mirror that transports her to the Victorian Era. Confused, she wanders around London, blindly searching for a way back home. But, when she is forced to use her "special abilities" to prevent herself from getting killed, things get complicated. Please read and review! (I'll give you cake.)

Prologue: The Mirror

"Stop. Nudging. Me." I open my eyes to see my younger brother, "Sticky Fingers". The car door behind him was open, and I could see our parents standing in the courtyard. The servants rushed towards the trunk for our baggage, as the old butler opened the large wooden doors. I walked with Sticky to our parents, then continued up the stairs and into the manor.

The butler shut the door behind us.

The moon light shining through the thin white silk curtains of the balcony illuminated my bedroom and cast shadows along the floor. I sat on my bed in my white nightgown, staring at the view through the balcony. All of a sudden, I see a sliver of light coming from behind my door. I quietly turn around and stare at it. What the hell?

I get up off the bed and walk over to it. But as I reach over to touch it, but it shrinks away, and out the door. Curiously, I throw on my cloak, open the door and follow the sliver of light as it leads me. I keep reaching for it, not paying too much attention to where it was leading me.

All of a sudden, it stops at an old wooden door. I raise my eyebrow and look down at it. Then I look back up at the door and point my thumb towards it. Then I looked back down at it. "You want me to walk into a sketchy mysterious doorway?" It flings itself at the door. "What the hell," I say, shrugging.

I open the door and walk into the dimly lit window. Antiques littered the floor, and a large, thin object was obscured by a a curtain. I stare at the large window at the end of the room, only one of the curtains intact. The sliver of light stops at the large object, but I decide to check out the antiques before I walked over to it. I grip the locket with my family crest inside of it. The cool silver and metal helped calm my nerves.

Sitting atop one of the boxes was a tiny box. I pick it up and open it. Inside is an old ring with a beautiful blue gem. I stare at it in wonder. All of a sudden, something warm wraps around my legs. I look down in alarm to see the sliver of light circling around my ankles as if beckoning me to come. I slip on the ring, and follow it to the large object.

In a daze, I pull off the curtain, revealing a golden mirror. I stare at it, and in alarm, stagger away from it. The mirror was polished and new, but I knew it couldn't be. Nothing else in the room was new, and I couldn't recognize the manufacturer.

The glass rippled slightly. I look around the room, searching for the sliver of light. The glass started to glow. I clench my hands into tight fists, long nails digging into flesh. Releasing my fists, I reach for the mirror. The light cast my shadow behind me as it grew brighter. The glass rippled underneath my touch, and I put both palms onto the glass.

And pushed.