Hey it's your girl here, Puxa10 and I gots another idea in my head =D whoot! So yeah, I was thinking that Sebastian needed a challenge. And I'm going to provide it with my OC.
If I owned Black Butler I'd have Sebastian all to myself. Damn but I love that hell of a butler ~Dreamy sigh~
"Talking"
Thoughts
-.- and bold for character change. I find that it's a bit easier. Don't you agree.
{Random thoughts!}
Natalie's POV
I was sitting in the carriage, the wheels rolling on the road, my legs crossed as the ran fell. The weather in London sucks eggs. I couldn't help but think to myself, a little frown on my face. I was staring at the mirror provided in the carriage. A beautiful girl with extremely light blue hair with golden eyes stared back, a hat that looked respectable for my old station. I was wearing a nondescript dress, but it looked melded to my curves, and in fact was wearing men's trousers as I am a forward thinking person, much like any other Yank was. Yup. I was from the States. The dreaded barbarians. I had come to London, a great black pit {A cookie if anyone can guess this reference} if one asked me, because it had been ordered by my old mistress. Yup. I was a maid. My mistress had been the Contessa de Léon. Melissa had been a young girl when she had summoned me. I was a demon. I had the mark of the contracted on my person, but Melissa, being an artistic girl hadn't wanted the circle, but a butterfly. It still had the symbols on it, but I still had the butterfly. It was on my arm below the wrist about a few inches or so. The murderous tips covered the pulse point. I covered the thing with long sleeves, which bothered me, but better that than to show that I was a servant without a mistress. It was an ugly pink color. Not red. Not magenta. Not purple. But pink. I hated pink which is why it was pink. But I would do this one last thing as it had been her dying command as my mistress.
~~~Flashback~~~
"Natalie. I am going to die soon." Melissa said laying on her comfortable bed, her covers on her chest. Green eyes the color of the forest, looked at the eyes that looked like the winter sun, cold, yet warming at the same time.
"I know this ma'am." I had said with my usual soothing tone. She had been sickly from the time she called me to this realm. She wasn't even supposed to make it to her tenth year much less fifteen as I had helped with her survival. I couldn't here. I could literally sense a reaper's presence here although she hadn't yet died. They would take her. Give her soul to me to keep as it was mine on our contract.
"I am going to give you one last order before I go." Melissa said solidly as she sat up, beautiful curly blonde hair fell around her doll face to look me square in the eyes. "I want you to go to London. Find a Lord Ciel Phantomhive. Protect him from his butler. The butler is like you, and will eat his soul."
"That is what I told you I would do to you though." I said confused. I wasn't about to hide it. She knew my tells. Little witch.
"But he will use any means to get it even pushing the young Lord to his revenge against those that have killed his parents. Please. I command you." Melissa asked as well as commanded. I couldn't refuse her.
"As it pleases you my lady." I had said.
**Current day**
And that's why I'm here. I'm going to try to get Ciel away from his demonic butler, while still being a demon myself. Yippie fucking skippie.
And that's that for now. Review, and cookies to those that get the reference. . I figure if I add a prize to it, people will read. Is this true? Let us see and find out shall we?
