Hi! So, this is my first fic for Kuroshitsuji, so lets see how this pans out! Details about the plans for the fic is at the bottom, if your interested. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

3 Years Ago

Falling. She was falling.

The cold, winter air stung her bare white skin, as though her diluted tears didn't already do that job. The flowing wind seemed to dig into her flesh like a freshly sharpened knife cutting into a stick of butter, except this time, It wouldn't completely slice her to bits. Someone already did that job.

Blood ran down her small, frail body, with not a blouse of skirt of soak it all up. All she had was her own, naked body for her dark red fluid to run upon as she flew downwards. Her once snow white hair was now a scattered dark red, with red patches along her cut scalp and tips. Her blood red eyes seemed to suit the occasion, as though they would bleed out like the rest of her body. Sharp, technical cuts and bubbling, dark bruises littered her broken body, crawling from her twisted feet to her swollen face. At least they had the decency to not tear apart such a innocent, doll like face with whatever torturous devices they had.

She didn't know why she deserved this. She was always good, caring, and loyal to her family, her blood. Her mother said if she was pure in heart and intentions, God would protect her. God would make sure no one would dare lay a hand on her. But god didn't even lift a finger. God didn't exist. All she remembered was gun shots, screams, a dark, thick rag over her face, then waking up in a dark room. Then her captor stood mere inches from her face, with a blank look glued on their face. Where did she go wrong?

The unbearable pain she felt before was now all but a memory. Even with the bruises and cuts that leaked out blood from her body, she couldn't feel a single thing. The ragged burns she sustained from her captor burned off her sense of pain on what seemed like every place they could find. All she could feel was the cruel winter wind as she fell like a weight through the air.

She knew once she crashed into the water, everything would be over. It would have been an easier death if her captor simply snapped her neck, or even made her drink a cup of sickly poison. But, like an unwanted hat or doll, she was tossed over the tallest bridge in London, barely hanging onto life.

It would be over. Her family. Her future. Her mind. It would all cease. Maybe days ago she would have cried her eyes out about it, but now it was a numbing thought that was shoved in the back of her mind. In fact, she didn't care anymore. She just wanted the pain etched in her mind to stop. She just wanted it to end.

With her final thought, her tarnished body was swallowed up by the freezing, murky water. She softly closed her maroon colored eyes and gently opened her crimson, bloodied lips and hummed herself a sweet song to her death bed.

London Bridge is falling down...

Falling down...falling down...

London bridge is falling down...

My...fair…

Lady

Her eyes snapped wide open, like she was awoken from a terrible dream. She gasped for air and tried to suck in as much of the cool, thick atmosphere as her lungs could hold. Instead of a mouthful of murky water, she was meet with stale, warm air. She didn't question it however, all she knew was that she could finally breath.

She could breath.

She squinted her dark red eyes in puzzlement. She knew she was dying. She knew she crashed straight into the river. She could still feel the numbness that crawled all over her body. She would have liked to think she died, but...it felt wrong. It didn't feel like death at all. She still felt the pain within her mind and soul.

She weakly tilted her head, and took another sniff of the air. It smelled of stale water and the faint hint of smoke, like someone was burning something to a crisp. All she saw however was a thick blanket of darkness, a void of blackness that surrounded her lain body.

She moved her hand towards the edge of her stone lain bed, and tried to lift herself up. No matter how hard she tried however, it seemed like her hand couldn't grab anything. She couldn't even feel it.

The sound of clicking boots steps caused her heart to flutter. Her hand frantically searched for something to grip on, but she couldn't grip a thing. She was utterly helpless.

She weakly glanced out of the corner of her eye. A figure sat within the darkness, like a foggy shadow that crawled throughout the air. Although she could make out a tall, thin person, it seemed to be fuzzy, like a black mist. A pair of glowing, green orbs sat placed where it's head would be, like two lights searching through the blackness. For its prey.

"Oh, you're finally awake" The figure said in velvety, smooth tone. She could almost hear the sharp smile out of the figures tone. Suddenly, a thin, pale hand pierced through the darkness, with sharply cut nails, sharp enough to cut through flesh like butter it seemed. The pale hand gently trailed its fingers onto her chin, in clean, swooping motions. Her weak, maroon eyes snapped open in fear, yet her body failed to do anything about it.

"We don't want you to stop breathing, do we?" The figure snapped her head back up, causing her eyes to focus on what seemed like the ceiling. It was simply too dark to tell.

The figure seemed to float away from her stone bed back into the darkness. This time however, she could clearly make out its foggy shape. Now she could tell it was a person.

"I must say, for a moment there I thought you were as good as gone" The figure said in a tone of disappointment "It's not everyday I find suitable bodies at the bottom of that horrid river. They really have left the Thames to waste of humanity..."

She turned her head once more, and let it lay onto the her cold stone bed. Her bloodied hair fell in front of her eyes, like a curtain. She didn't know what to make of the mysterious figure so far. And she hated that.

"What are you?" She asked in soft, subtle voice. The figure turned its head, revealing its green orbs once more.

It actually chuckled "Correction. It is 'who' not 'what'. But, to answer your question," in a blink of an eye, the figure swooped back to her side, like an ominous wind "I wouldn't think you would have the right mind to believe if I told you"

"I fell to the bottom of a river, destined to die, now I find myself here" a smug smile came to her lips "You are wrong"

"Confident now, are we? Alright then. But first, let's find out more about you. I am curious"

"Did I ever say-" She was swiftly cut of by a seething hush. The figure lifted up a dark, small object set tightly in its hand. It seemed rather gentle towards the object, but the way it trailed its deadly finger nails on it said differently.

"Dewey Blackwood. 10 years of age. Born right here in London. Inherited the glistening, angel like hair from her mother, but also received the blood, devilish-like eyes from her father. No siblings, no ties, and most importantly, nothing left to lose. It's almost like a dream..." The figure trailed off in a sweet, fluttering voice. It sighed in utter satisfaction, eager of the plans it had for the girl. Dewey.

"Dewey...Blackwood" She, Dewey repeated, as though the word was foreign to her lips "How could you know?"

The figure faced her, hiding its devilish grin "I already told you Ms. Blackwood, You would not believe"

Dewey rested her blood red eyes, and drew them away from the figure. She set them, into the darkness, the emptiness as hollow as her mind. Her mind felt like a box, like it was waiting for something to be put inside.

"Your moves seem to cruel for an angel...and if you were the devil, I wouldn't think you would go through this small talk and waste your time..." She paused "With the rumors, you should be a-"

"QUIET!" The figure's angered, seething voice echoed through the darkness, and bounced into Dewey's ears. She practically gasped in shock, not expecting that sudden outburst.

The figures eyes became dimmer, like a candle's flame flickering out from life. It's foggy shape became much sharper, revealing a shapely, tall person, with long, almost sharp hair.

"I wouldn't finish that sentence Ms. Blackwood, unless you desire a painful death" it hissed "I would prefer for you to use the term...inhuman, for now"

Dewey weakly nodded "Alright inhuman one. Tell me, why am I not at the bottom of river?" She clenched her teeth "Why am I not dead?"

The inhuman one sighed "You have something that I want. In order to get it however, I need...an oath"

"Permission?" Dewey asked, causing the figure to nod "What do you want? Money? Power? Connections? I don't care. You can have it all"

The inhuman one put on a sharp grin "No, it's nothing that. Money is only overpriced paper, power will only force me to reveal myself, and I have no care for connections. No, I want your heart"

"My...heart?" Dewey repeated. So the inhuman one lied. They weren't one at all. They only wanted to sell her for parts, like some kind of deranged animal

The inhuman one continued to softly stroked the black, damped object within her palm, like a cat "Contrary to belief, the heart holds more than just blood. It also holds the soul. Not only can it cause life and death, it can be rebirthed in a sense, and can be used again after it had left its owner. Souls can be fickle things, but can be found if someone bargains with the right reaper. However, yours my dear..."

The figure paused in place, leaving silence "Is even what a demon would desire. Your heart is in pain, but it fails to recognize what it wants to do with that pain. Most after death already know they want to die, and some want to live. But you are moldable, like a fine porcelain clay. It's quite desirable. And I think I have a plan to shape your heart to my perfection"

Dewey weakly chuckled "I don't care. Do whatever you please"

The inhuman one frowned "Unfortunately, it's not as simple as that. If it was, your body would have been back in that river hours ago. This oath, you see requires a combination of efforts"

The maroon eyed girl narrowed her eyes "You want to use me, like some carriage horse? I am not an object for you to use and sell. And contrary to your belief, I do want to die. I have nothing left for me here"

"No you don't. You lie" The inhuman one mischievously chuckled "There is something left for you up there"

"Then I want to live"

"You love to lie, don't you Ms. Blackwood? I can hardly hold it against you however, all people are like that. No, you lie because you fear the thing up there, back in London, won't be worth your time. Again, you don't know"

The inhuman shifted position, revealings its glowing green orbs again "However...I think I may have a solution to this issue, a bargain, shall we say, that will benefit us both. Something that may put your mind at ease. How does revenge sound Ms. Blackwood?"

"Revenge, hm..." Dewey trailed off "I don't have much of a desire for that either. At this point, it sounds like too much of my time and effort...but..."

"But?" The inhuman one repeated. Dewey could hear that smile crawl back up its face.

"This pain….want to get rid of this pain. I want to share it with whoever dared to interfere with my family and I. Maybe when their pain becomes unbearable, I could finally...rest"

"You're quite young to hold pain like this within you" the figure curiously titled its sharp, black head, resting get on its sharp fingers.

"You're probably right" Dewey weakly smiled, but soon disappeared like the wind "but like you said, I don't know what to do with it"

"Is that an oath I hear?" The inhuman one said eagerly.

"Perhaps..." The weak, yet pompous smirk came back to the blood red girls mouth, fit for a mistress like herself.

Revenge…

The word seemed to get better each time it rolled back into her thoughts. It wasn't right whoever did this to her, whoever torchered her and her family got to live a long, healthy life without consequence. The pain she felt wouldn't be satisfied with just a cell, or even death. She wanted something far worse than that. She wanted something that would forever etch itself within the soul of her perpetrators. It wasn't right, but it sounded so good.

"What are the conditions? If there are conditions, it shouldn't be called an oath. The name 'contract' suits it much better"

"Alright then Ms. Blackwood," the figure swooped back to her side, "Here are the terms of the 'contract'. I will help you shape your heart, your soul, to fulfill your revenge. After the deeds have been done, and your heart is perfected to my liking, I will take it. You will not go to heaven, nor to hell. You will...be apart of something great"

"Will you do anything that I desire in order to fulfill the deed?" Dewey weakly asked, as though she ignored the latter part of the inhuman one's contract.

"I will be your loyal servant until the end" the figure seemed to bow, causing its glowing green orbs to dimly shine through its foggy body "Until you have fulfilled what you have desired. We can fill out the small details later, but word of mouth will suffice for now. Will you accept the terms?"

Dewey paused, and snapped her head to the other side of the cold, stone bed. For her family, and herself. The revenge to avenge her forsaken family.

"Inhuman one, I accept the contract"

"Very good, Ms. Blackwood. A good choice indeed"

Dewey smiled weakly, but ever so smugly "I'm sorry, I must have misheard you. Would you like to try that again?"

The figure bent over the fallen, white haired girl,with its face sticking right in front of hers. Instead of a useless, blurred fog, it revealed sharper, human features. It revealed soft orange, messy hair and dark, ominous green eyes. It's softer chin and facial features revealed a woman.

"Yes, my mistress"

Hope you enjoyed this first chapter!

Here's what I'm planning overall for this fic:

-This will mainly follow the anime, but I'm planning to pull and arc or two from the manga (Yes, this will defiantly include the new anime arc coming out in a few weeks). I may change the time line slightly, like moving an arc further into the future, but not anything too dramatic.

-Everything won't be TOO focused on my OC's where its basically about them, but it may be like that for the first few chapters. I won't forget about everyone else!

-I'm not planning any ships...so far...

That's it! Anyways, reviews are always appreciated!

- X-Xepher-X