Killing is what I'm good at. It's all I know, it's all I've done. I was a trained assassin since I was little; I was trained by my mother and quickly got the hang of it. She would always say that it was because I had his blood coursing through my veins. His blood was the reason I was like this. My destiny was already chosen by him. I didn't have the luxury to pick and choose… because of him. My mother said that my father was a demon and he was good at what does. My mother made a contract with him. And her wish was fulfilled on my 10th birthday… and with that, he took her soul and left me to defend on my own, without any parents or family to help me. I never knew what her wish was… or why it had to happen on my birthday, but I knew that I would find him and make him pay for what he did.
I was adopted by a nobles family 4 years ago to help the other servants. The servants were: Claire Donald, Nathan Ham, Estella Jordan, Quin Seji, and Bianca Holdsworth. I then became a personal assistant to the daughter of the earl: Margret Lipton. I can honestly say that this girl is without a doubt the most spoiled brat to ever walk the face of the earth. And Margret is always so rude to the servants that I'm the only one to speak up.
Dining table yesterday
"Bianca, why did you pour me orange juice? I specifically said Champagne." Margret stared down one of the servants I work with.
"I'm sorry milady, but you're only 15, you're still not old enough to drink Champa-" before Bianca could finish that sentence she was covered in orange juice.
"Oh, do you not have ears? Your lady and mistress had given you an order, and you didn't follow it." She snapped her fingers "Andrea, fetch me the champagne."
"No" I say "You're far too young to be drinking that kind of stuff. Bianca already told you that, maybe it's you that don't have ears." Margret attempted to throw the teacup with freshly brewed tea at me, but I grabbed the cup and caught all the liquid and grabbed a towel and gave it to Bianca.
I walked over and handed the teacup of hot tea "I believe this is yours, next time… try to hit the target when you throw your little tantrum."
Yeah… I was beaten for that remark. See, the Lipton's have this punishing room and if you disobey or have attitude then you're sent there for however many days the like and they have 'disciplinary tools' to set you straight.
Finally they let me out and I was so exhausted that Bianca had to take me back to my corner. We servants don't have bedrooms, we sleep in the basement together on the cold ground. Even when it gets cold in the winter and the basement doesn't have heating.
"Hey Andy? Thanks, for standing up for me at the dinner hall… and in general, I'm glad that I have you." Bianca smiled and laid me down in my corner.
"I can't believe that you're thanking me, it's normal for a friend to care about another." I smiled and gave her thumbs up. Even though she's 36 and I'm 14, we're closer than the best of friends, she's like a mother figure to me.
"By the way, how did you catch that and get me a towel in a matter of seconds?"
"Well, I don't know really. When I need to go fast, time sorta… stops. And when I'm finished, it goes back to normal." I shrugged
"So, how was your week?" I ask as I sit in the tiny corner and Bianca sits at the end of the blanket.
"Pretty good, nothing new…"
"So~" I grab my pillow behind my back and cuddle it in front of me. "When am I gonna see some action in your love life, I want some kids I can babysit!" I snickered.
"W-What?! Ha ha ha…very funny Andy." She chuckled as she lightly punched my shoulder.
"I serious Bianca, I've never seen you oh and awe about someone ever! But when you see a teenage boy in the newspaper you absolutely have to show me!"
"Oh alright I'll tell you." she says as she turns towards me, I shift into a more comfortable position with my pillow (Which was a potato sack with old clothes in it) in front of me so I can hug it. "Okay… so when I was… 17 or so I meet this guy, his name was Baldroy. He was so sweet and kind, and extremely handsome. We meet through my brother James Holdsworth, he was also drafted in war as well. We had gotten to know each other before he left and those days were the happiest days of my life. Whenever I was sad he would cheer me up, he was so strong and funny. Oh! And sometimes we would have dinner on the beach; he always wanted to be a cook. The dinner always consisted of spaghetti with meat sauce and bread with garlic butter. He would take his lighter from his cigarette and light a tiny candle; it was his way of being 'romantic'."
"Well… what happened!" I jump in excitement.
"He went… and I hadn't heard new about him in a long time. By then I already knew of my brothers passing."
I stared down at my pillow
"But this recently I've received a letter, from him! He said he found me from a picture of the Lipton household in an article he read in the newspaper. He works as a chef now!" Bianca's eyes started to swell up with tears.
"I'm so glad you found him, but how do you plan to see him again?"
"I don't know, I'll just write to him for now." She said and smiled a half smile.
I attempted to cheer her up "I'll find a way for you to see him again, don't you worry!" I gave her thumbs up.
"I hope that you're not so bruised. Do you need anything? Water or food?"
"Nah I'm okay… thanks Bianca, have a goodnight."
My corner was dark and small; it always felt empty, like it was missing something that was never there. My hands were bruised and burned from the whip and the burning metal stick that Margret used on me, my eyes were bloodshot red from all the hours she had kept me awake to torture me, my throat was dry from no food or water for what seemed like a week and me ankles and wrists hurt from the chains bound to me on the ground. All of this drowned away when I heard a bloody scream.
"AHH! HELP ME!" a familiar voice said running down the halls
BANG!...
the screaming stopped
I went to go see what the deafening sound was.
All I could see was Bianca, on the ground in a pool of blood, and Margret next to her holding a gun covered in blood.
"W-what happened!" I said to Margret who was still in shock of what she had just done.
"ARE YOU DEAF? WHAT DID YOU DO TO BIANCA!?" I say shaking her around.
"She was disobeying my orders." She replied bluntly with no emotion, like always.
"AND THAT'S A REASON TO KILL HER?" I took the gun from her hand and pointed it at her "YOU KILLED THE ONLY PERSON I EVER LOVED, THE ONLY PERSON THAT TREATED ME LIKE FAMILY BECAUSE SHE DIDN'T DO YOUR SHITTY ORDERS?"
I kicked her down and pulled her toward Bianca "THIS WOMAN PUT UP WITH ALL YOUR SHIT THROUGOUT THE YEARS, THE ONLY REASON THAT I STAYED HERE WAS BECAUSE OF THAT WOMAN"
Margret closed her eyes from the sight. I yanked her hair and screamed in her ear "LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE!" I slapped her cheek.
"Do not hit your mistress, its impolite" she scolded me
"Oh yeah? Well I don't have a Mistress anymore" I held the gun up and pulled the trigger.
BANG!
Margret fell to the ground.
After I had pulled the trigger I ran to Bianca to check for a pulse… nothing.
My eyes were swelling up with tears and my body was shaking rapidly "B-B-Bianca? P-please…. Come back" I quietly sobbed as I held my only friend in my arms and cradled her "I-I can't do this without you… p-please…"
"P-Pa…hive" she whispered to me
My eyes shot open "Bianca!"
"P-Phanomhive, T-ey will t-ke care of- you… Bar-d is wai-ng for so-meone" She said as she took her ring off her finger and placed it in my hands, soon after she slipped from my arms.
"NO!"
I held Bianca in my arms for a little longer, but I then realized I had to leave before they find me. I grab my tiny suitcase from the attic and Bianca's ring. I change into white pants with a black long sleeve top, slip on my black cloak, lace up my black combat boots and slide on Bianca's eternity symbol ring. I open up a window from the attic and throw my suitcase out first, and then I hop out of the third story onto ground level.
I looked back at the mansion and smiled "I'm finally ready to leave this place." I say and run as fast as I can to the middle of town. Since its winter, it took longer than usual to get there. All I have is twenty pounds ($32) to make it to the Phantomhives.
"Hey there pretty lady." I turned around to see a couple teenage boys surrounding me.
"Hello, what do you want?"
"You know, it's not good for a girl like yourself to be out here alone." One of them spoke up.
"I guess I should say the same to you, isn't past your bedtime?" I smirked and faced the boy who seemed to be the leader of the pack.
"I'll have you know that I am fifteen years old, I don't have a curfew. And besides, I wouldn't be so smart mouthed, we're the guys your mommy and daddy don't want you hanging around." He said as he took steps closer to me.
"Well, based on what you have said you come from a wealthy with a mother and father who pay no attention to you, they only feed you and throw money at you to keep you quiet… by the way thanks for that~" I say and hold up all the boy's wallets.
They quickly search through their pockets, but find nothing.
"How did you do that, we were talking to you the whole time." The boy says.
"Hmm," I say and close the last wallet "Well, I'm one hundred pounds richer! Thanks for that." I snicker.
"YOU BITCH!" they all come charging at me.
I grab a retractable stick out of my boot and flick in open. I plant in on the ground and jump upwards and retract it again, the boys collide into one another and fall. Some were smart enough to stop before they crashed. Once I reached the ground, the leader came charging at me.
"You think you can get away that easily? I've been taking self defense from the Lipton family." He snickered as he threw a punch near my stomach.
"Wow, funny really. I was a servant for their daughter." I say as I catch his fist and twist it.
"What do you mean 'was'?"
"I killed Margret, you've got a problem? I taught the Lipton's self defense so in reality, I actually taught you." I crouched down and swiped his feet to make him fall.
He started to back up "You killed Margret?!" his eyes widen and his face turned white "Please don't kill me!" he pleaded
"Pathetic." I say as I shove the stick in my boot again "I don't have any bloodlust left."
"You're messed up."
"If you report this to the police, tell them it was the White Cat." I say as I throw a piece of paper with a cat symbol on top of the pile of boys.
My mother always used to call me the White Cat because of my appearance: I have long white hair that shines in the moon light, I have tiny fangs (For some reason) and I have yellow eyes in the shape of a cat. My mother always said I had His eyes.
1 Year after I left the Lipton Mansion
It's been a year since I left the Lipton mansion and I still haven't found the Phantomhive Manor. I've been living on the streets of London for the past year. The news about the White Cat spread like wildfire, and soon enough, everyone knew about the white haired assassin.
Nowadays, I only go out at night, and if I do go out in daylight I wear something to cover up my white hair. My normal attire is still the same clothes when I left the Mansion, occasionally I would change my pants and shirt.
I don't have a job, but I'm rolling in money. I don't have a home, though I've managed to make it an entire year on the streets. I don't know anyone, yet everyone knows me.
"Crap!" I say as I look in my wallet… empty. "How am I gonna pay for food this week." I grab my cloak and head out the door.
'Hmm, who's the next victim?' I thought as I stood at the top of a building to get a better view.
I finally see a good target, a boy 16 years old and an escort who looked about 27.
The escort looked up at me "Hello there, you should get down. It's not safe to be on top of that roof." He smiled and held out his hand.
"You should be careful who you're talking to sir; I might as well be a serial killer." I snickered and jumped down to them, my hood fell off and I whipped out my retractable stick. "I'm who they call the White Cat." I get into a fighting stance and open my stick and start aiming at the man, he doges easily.
"Did you think you could make a fool out of me in front of my master?" He started to laugh and he took out six butter knives and threw them at me, but since I have that ability to slow time I grabbed them and threw them back at him. He is equally skilled as me so he caught them as well, but he put them inside his tailcoat.
"Is that enough proof my Lord?" he said leaning over to the boy.
"You call him 'My Lord'?" I say as I put my hands on my hips.
The boy totally ignored my witty comment and walked over to me and held out his hand "I have a proposal… White Cat"
"What is it, I don't do assassinations and I'm not a hit man." I say as I examine the boy closer: He's definitely older than me, he has raven black hair, he uses a cane, he's much tall than I and he wears and eye patch over his right eye.
He chuckled "No, I want you to work at my manor; we need some help in the cooking department."
I looked at him confused "But, why me? You barely know who I am? I'm not saying no though."
"Me and my butler know what you're capable of… so, what do you say? Will you join the Phantomhive Manor?" he wiggles his arm to show that it's getting tired.
"Wait… the Phantomhive Manor!"
"Yes, I'm the earl of that estate, Ciel Phantomhive" he points to the butler "And this is the head of staff, Sebastian Michaelis."
"WAIT SO YOU'RE THE EARL! I'VE BEEN TRYING TO FIND THE PHANTOMHIVE MANOR FOR A YEAR" I say "I've… been living on the streets… I've had no leads to where the estate is… but I finally found it." I smiled down at the ring Bianca gave to me.
"What... whatever lets go before it gets too late." He grabs my hand and shows me to the carriage.
When we arrived at the manor, I was amazed at how big it was.
"Welcome home master!" Mey-rin greeted us at the door. "Oh and who's this." she gestures to me.
"This is our new servant in the kitchen, since Bard can't go a meal without torching something." Ciel rubs his temples.
Sebastian grabs my suitcase "Alright White Cat, I will escort you to your new room."
"Wait… I get a room?"
"Well of course, we provide the Phantomhive servants the same hospitality as our guests." Ciel says.
When I worked for the Liptons, we slept in the basement together on the cold cement. But here, we get our own rooms! It comes with a bed, a tiny dresser, a wall mirror on top of the dresser and a bay window.
I start to tear up, and Sebastian notices and rubs my back "Are you alright White Cat?"
"Please, call me Andy Lander Faustus"
"Wait… Faustus?"
"Yes that's right."
"My Lord, come over here for a second."
Ciel made his way into my room. "What is it?"
"This girl is a Faustus."
"Claude got laid?" Ciel laughed
"My lord please… where were you before you were living on the streets Andrea?" Sebastian turned towards me.
"I lived at the Lipton's…"
"You mean the Lipton family who had massive homicide last year?"
"Yeah… funny story… I was kind of the one who did that…" I sheepishly confessed.
"Are you serious? So we spent several months searching for the culprit, but we brought it into our own home!" Ciel started dancing his victory dance.
"Well, Margret Lipton was the first murderer, and then after she shot Bianca I shot her…" I said and looked down at the eternity ring Bianca had given me. "Anyway… I'm getting off topic, do you have a servant named Baldroy? That's why I came here… I need to speak with him."
Ciel stared at me in confusion "Sebastian… prepare a room for Andrea, and tell Baldroy to meet me in the office." He walked to his office and stared at me "Well… are you coming in?"
"Why are you preparing a room for a murderer?" I stand at the door, looking at him across the room in his big, official chair.
"Well, you could become useful…"