Hi so this is my very first fan-fic ever! I thought of this story during my Art Class today, for some reason I was thinking about Kuroshitsuji while sewing a bunny. . . that makes perfect sense. So please review this and tell me what should happen next cause I have no clue. For the record I don't own Kuroshitsuji, but I made up Lucy Blake.
Lucy POV
Someone opened the door of the manor for me. I couldn't tell who, but I was more in thought of what I was supposed to do. I turned to face the mirror hanging on the wall. Before I met Master Trancy I wanted to not seem like a street rat. My dirty blond hair wasn't as frizzy as it usually was, which was a sigh of relief. However some of the golden strands were out of place, but I smoothed it out with my hands. I had on a white a-line dress with long sleeves which matched the white heels I was wearing.
As I looked in the mirror I felt an awkward presence lurking over me. Almost like a ghost or demon. I'd turn around periodically and see nothing. This slightly made me regret getting a job here. Before I even met Master Trancy I was already scared and feared for my life.
"Are you Miss Blake?" a deep voice called from the stairs behind me. A tall man with pale skin and golden eyes was standing on one of the top rows of the stairs. He was adjusting his glasses when I frantically turned to face him.
"Yes," I hesitated.
"Come with me then."
Slowly, so I didn't fall, I followed him up the stairs. The sound of our shoes hitting the floor was the only thing I heard.
"I'm the Trancy butler Claude. And what do you prefer to be called Miss Blake?"
At first his question confused me, but I just decided to answer it simply by saying my name, Lucy. Claude led me to a pair of door that he said led to the room where Master Trancy was.
"Are you ready Lucy?"
"Yes."
The doors opened revealing a boy sitting on the edge of his bed. He seemed older than me, but from what I heard we were the same age. He wasn't doing anything, just sitting. Once he saw Claude and I at the door, his head perked up and surveyed me. I felt like I was being inspected and hated how his eyes seemed to be staring at me.
"Claude what's the girl's name?"
"Lucy Blake."
"Alright thank you Claude. Now can you leave me and Lucy alone so I may discuss something with her."
"Yes your Highness."
Claude was gone after a quick bow to Master Trancy and closed the doors behind me. I turned away to the disappearing Claude cause Master Trancy's expression was making chills roll up my spine. His aqua blue eyes were glaring at me hungrily. I heard him get off his bed as the heels of his boots clanked on the floor. His presence was freaking me out so I turned towards him, at the time I was hoping to make him get away.
"Yes Master Trancy?"
"Call me Alois from now on," he cooed as he caressed my face.
"Yes Alois," I stuttered as I blushed. He backed away slightly after noticing how I felt.
"So Lucy, why do you think I hired you?" As he asked that he jumped forward. Leaning forward, pressing me up against the hard door.
My back curled as he applied more pressure. I'd moan under my breath from the pain.
"Why?" I barely managed to say.
Alois turned so he was breathing on my neck, causing me to shutter. He ran his tongue over my ear lobe. His hand rose up the the collar of my dress and began unbuttoning it as I was distracted with his vulgar behavior. I didn't notice it until I felt my body freeze from a draft in the room. I looked down in shock and saw my dress hanging wide open. As I reached to re button is Alois slammed my wrists up against the door.
"What the hell are you doing Alois?"
"Why do you think I hired you?"
"How would I know?"
He leaned forward, pushing his hard chest up against mine. I cried out in pain, it soon turned into me screaming. "Please stop. It hurts."
"Oh shut up already."
He pressed his lips up against mine to silence me. My eyes slowly closed as I felt the top of my dress roll off my body. I pushed him off he and he stumbled backwards. I wiped my mouth, but the taste of his harsh lips was stuck like glue.
"Now Lucy go change into your uniform," he grabbed a pile of clothing off his bed and handed them to me. I ran into the nearby powder room and began slipping on the dress. It was a scarlet red dress with a white apron, collar, and details. I kept on my shoes from before and closed the door behind me.
Now I was stuck here. If I make it out alive that'll be even better.
