Hello readers! This is my first Black Butler fanfic, I don't know how far I will take this story, cause the manga is still going. I will be going there the Manga and Anime.

This story was inspired by "Ciel in Wonderland" OVA and the game "Alice the Madness Returns." To give you an idea. The BB characters will all be going by wonderland character names, from the OVA.

Alright! Hope you enjoy, and please go easy on me if you see some spelling errors!

Till this day, I can't believe that I was chosen. Out of the millions of people in England, I was considered 'lucky'. Yet even though I was chosen, everything around me was full of sadness, despair, and death. Lots of death. Where as now I don't grieve over it anymore. But even though my life was filled with sorrow, I always remember the happy moments of my life. Like from my favorite book, if everything was all fine and happy, then there wouldn't be anything interesting.

I was nothing more then a street rat, vermin. I don't remember my birth parents, and frankly I don't care. I grew up in a rundown orphanage. I remember the rooms smelled like despair, the floors cold, the sealing and walls rotting from damage, dead flies on the windowsill, and you would occasionally see a mouse scurrying around once a day. The staff there wasn't any better. If you did something wrong, messed up a chore, or break something, you would be punished most severely. They would whip our hands till they started to bleed. Or stand outside in the cold with no shoes on till you were close to frostbite. Food was always low. So you were given a number and if that number was called, you got to eat for the day. Sometimes I wouldn't get called for almost two days.

It was hell. A jail, for the unwanted. I was so fed up, that at the age of ten I took what little I owned, stole food from the kitchen, and ran away, to lived on the streets. I was surprised to have survived six months out on my own. I moved around a lot, never staying in one place for a day. There were lots of people, children, and families, who were also homeless. Some were kind, but could not risk giving me what little food they had. I understood, and didn't bother begging. I soon learn quickly how to survive. I would sell wild-flowers, or sometimes I would find a job selling fruit, somehow I managed to find away. Even when I had to lie and steal. But it was shear dumb luck, and that can only last for so long.

One day I got beaten up by boys, who didn't have to worry about living a life in poverty. They kicked me in the stomach, ribs and punched my upper body. I tried my best to cover my face. they stole the money I earned, and left me there in the alley, laughing away.

I whimpered quietly, while trying to pick myself up. I then started thinking horrible things, not just to them, but all the fat-cat nobles in England. they didn't care, nor worry about anything bad happening to them. They could do what ever they wanted and could get away with it. I imagined them all burning in an endless hell. Getting stabbed over and over by demons, their skins being ripped off their bodies like a cow's hide. Anything that my little ten year old mind could think of.

But then my anger turned to sadness. I thought about my parents, if they were alive or not. What did I do, to make them give me up? Was I not what they wanted? Was I a burden? My weeping turned to sobbing. It made sense, no mater where I went, the orphanage, the streets, my own parents...no one wanted me...no one loved me.

The afternoon turned to evening, it was getting dark and I was so beaten up that I was sure I would die that night. Stumbling down the street, that's when I hear the trotting sounds of horses behind me.

I turned my gaze, and what I saw, looked like something out of a fairy tale. Two white horses, pulling a carriage that was gold, red, and white. From inside I heard someone say, "Stop the carriage!" The driver pulled the reins, and the carriage stopped, the door in front of me. It opened and there she stood. Silk red hair tied back, fair skin, crimson eyes, and deep red lips. She wore a gown that was also red, with black ruffles on the collar and rim of the skirt, with matching black gloves. She must've come from a party. She was most beautiful women in Landon.

Her eyes stared down at me, and I was to stunned and nervous to do or say anything. I instantly thought of the worst, why would a noble woman stop in front of a street child.

"You poor thing." She said, in the kindness voice I had ever heard by someone. She stepped down and kneeled before me. "You are bruised all over." She reached out her gloved hand to my face. I flinched away, the fear of getting hurt again. But instead, she gentle cupped my cheek. "Who could ever do something like this to a sweet girl?" She gently rubbed her thumb over my cheek, showing me that she meant no harm. I opened my green eyes. "What a pretty color." She smiled. "Are you all by yourself?" She asked. I was so nervous that I couldn't fine my voice, so I simply nodded 'yes'. "I see." She let go of my face, and stood up. "It is not safe for a young lady to be out here alone." She looked down the street, it was pitch black. I watched her, she looked like she was in deep thought. Then she looked back down at me. "Would you like to come home with me?" She smiled again, this time holding out her hand to me.

I was shocked. A while ago, I thought no one cared or even wanted me. And now, standing in front of me, this Queen in Red, was asking me to come home with her? It was like a prayer had been answered, the the only thing that was stopping me was my belief. Why me? There were hundreds of children like me out on the streets. Why am I the lucky one? Did she pity me? I didn't understand and tears started forming in my eyes as they trickled down my cheeks. The woman still smiled down at me, her hand still offering. If I didn't take it, I would never get another chance. I sniffed up my nose and nodded 'yes', slowly taking her hand. Warm fingers wrapped around mine and gentle guided me inside the carriage.

I was on the opposite side of her, and I kept my head down. Too shy to look at her. But she kept smiling, I guess she thought I was adorable.

The carriage rise wasn't to long, we left the city and traveled out to open country side, where it was quiet. As the carriage pulled to a stop, a man opened the door and helped the woman in red step out. She turned back to me and offered her hand. This time, I didn't hesitate. Stepping down, I looked up to see where this woman lived. My eyes widened in my child mind, it looked like a stone castle.

The woman giggled, thinking how adorable I was. still holding my hand, we walked up the stairs to the castle. The large doors opened and we were greeted by a maid. "Welcome home Mistress." She bowed her head smiling politely. She then blinked when she noticed me. I tightened my grip on the woman's hand I tried to hind behind her gown.

"Run a hot bath, for our guest." The woman in red ordered. the maid bowed again, and proceeded with her order, heading upstairs. An elderly butler then walked in, he also bowed in respect. "How soon will dinner be ready?"

"In about an hour, Mistress." He said, also surprised to see me.

"Good." The woman then took me upstairs to where the bath was. The steam in the room felt warm on my dirty face. The tub was huge, it looked like it could fit five children. The Woman looked back down at me. "Tina will clean you up, and then bring you down for dinner." She smiled, then let go of my hand. As she started walking away, I suddenly felt unsafe. I quickly grabbed the skirt of her dress. She turned back to me and saw the worried look I gave her. She smiled and kneeled down cupping my face. "I will be down stairs, with a gourmet dinner, waiting for you." She lightly whispered. Even though I was afraid to be left alone, I trusted her words and let her go.

I turned back to the maid who smiled at me. "Don't worry love, I'll take care of you." She helped me get undressed, her expression turned to sadness when she saw how beat up I was. "Oh dear, lets get you cleaned up." The hot water was comforting, so warm, I would have fallen a sleep if it wasn't from the scrubbing. It took a good while to scrub off all the dirty and grim from my body. I started seeing my natural skin color. As the maid cleaned me, she started up small talk. "You will start feeling much better after this. We will bring some clean clothes, you will feel fresh and new." She said, scrubbing bubbles in my hair. "You know, Lady Dalles had never picked up a child from the streets before. She must see something very special in you."

She then pouring water over my head, rinsing out the suds. "Such beautiful brown hair. so thick." She combed her fingers through it. "Under all that dirt and mud, is a princess." No one had ever called me beautiful, let alone a princess. I was starting to get flustered and bashful. The maid told me to stand up, so that she could rinse me off. She poured more water over me. I then stepped out and was wrapped in a fluffy towel. By that time, another maid walked in with a nightgown.

"it's a good thing Lady Elisabeth comes to stay at the manor often." She said, and looked down at me. Holding out the nightgown, it was white made of silk with pink ruffles on the collar and wrists. "She's I little bit younger then you, but lets see if it will fit." After being completely dry, the other maid helped me into the gown, luckily it fit me just fine.

The new maid then walked me down stairs to where the dinning hall was. The walls were white, there were twelve windows, with red curtains opened. A twelve foot long red-wood table perfectly polished with matching chairs that were painted gold. At the very end of the table was the lady in red, or as she was called, Lady Dalles. She had chained out of her ball gown into something more comfortable. (but still proper) She spotted me and ushered me to come sit by her. The maid had left as I walked over and sat down by the mistress of the manor.

"I knew there was a pretty face behind that dirt." She giggled rubbing my cheek that was now clean. "Did you enjoy your bath?"

I nodded 'yes' still too shy to speak. just then the same butler came out with trays full of food. My eyes widened and my mouth started to water as he set the food in front of us. There were fresh baked buns, steamed potatoes, chicken broth soup, and in the center a big succulent roast ham. I had never seem so much food before. Living in the orphanage and on the streets I was lucky enough to get left over meat, moldy bread and rotten fruit and vegetables.

"Thank you William." Lady Dalles said. "And after dinner, ask the chef to bake a strawberry short cake for my guest." She then turned to me with a smile. "Do you like Strawberries?"

I had never had something sweet before, but I always did look inside the windows of bakeries. They always looked to perfect to eat. I nodded 'yes' to be polite.

The butler bowed as he left Lady Dalles started putting a little bit of everything on my plate. "You are nothing but skin and bone." She set the plate down for me. "Eat as much a you like."

I started to pinch my arm. This can't be real, I must have die that night and I was in heaven. But no, it was all real. I then started to question myself. What the maids said, why was I special? If she had never shown this kindness before to a homeless person, then why me? Why am I the lucky one?

I still couldn't bring myself to speak so I started eating. I took one of the buns in my hands, it was still warm, I bit into it. I slightly jolted at the taste of fresh food, by that time I forgot I had table manners and started to eat as fast as I could.

Lady Dalles started to eat as well, she giggled watching me stuff my face that I almost chocked. "S-slow down now!" She said. I did as I was told. Pretty soon, my plate was licked cleaned.

After dinner, she took me upstairs to a guest bedroom. It was quiet large, the carpet was green, the wallpaper had purple water-color raindrops, There were two chairs and table for tea, and a single seven foot window, a tall book shelve next to it. The bed itself was enormous, or at least to a child. A queen size mattress with white sheets, and a blue quilt. The head board was attached the wall and touched the sealing, with dark blue curtains hanging off, and pulled back.

I gazed around. Back a the orphanage, the rooms were so small, and there would be five children in it, while the floor smelled of piss.

I walked over to the bed and climbed on. It was so soft. Lady Dalles then said, "Your cake should be ready now and I will have the butler bring us tea." She left me alone for a while.

I lade my back down on the mattress and started rolling around over the blankets. And for the first time in my life, I smiled, and giggled, I felt like...a normal happy child.

I looked around the room, and walked over to the shelve filled with books, so many to choose from. I was never taught how to read, or write and I barely knew how to properly dress myself. After looking through most of the them (or the ones that were in reach) I saw on that caught my attention. I pulled it out and looked at it. the cover was red with gold drawn on the edges. On the front was a picture of a girl holding a pig wearing bonnet, and on the back was a picture of a cat grinning. I held it against my chest bringing it with me to bed.

By that time Lady Dalles had come back, with the butler holding the tray of tea and strawberry cake. Lady Dalles was now in her own nightgown, that not surprisingly was also red, and her long hair was tied in a braid. The butler then left, leaving us alone. as Lady Dalles sliced the cake she noticed the book I set down on the bed.

"Oh, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland? What a good chose." She smiled, handing me a cup of tea. "Would you like me to read it?" I nodded 'yes', quickly drinking my tea. She set my slice of cake on the night stand and climed in the bed, resting her back agenst the bed frame. I sat on her right handing her the book. She then began to read.

I adored the story, till this day it is my favorite. The characters, the wold of wonderland, I wanted it.

Close to finishing the first chapter, I finally decided to talk, and ask her. "w-why..." She stopped reading, she heard me. "Why...are you...being so kind...to me?" My voice was very shaky.

There was a pause, I guess she was wondering herself. After about a minute, she looked back at me and smiled. "Because I want to know what its like to have someone of my own." She set the book down and wrapped me in her arms, bringing me close to her chest. "I want to know what its like, to be loved by a child of my own." I looked back up at her, blinking in disbelieve. Was this woman...actually considering...to take me in? To be my mother?

"What is your name?" She finally asked. I was never given a proper name. The owner of the orphanage was french, she would call me "indésirable", which I found out means 'unwanted'.

"I don't...have one." I mumbled. Lady Dalles saw me eye the book, that name of the main character.

"Alice," I looked back at her, "how about Alice?" My eyes lit up. I had a proper name. "Now Alice," She took my hands in hers and gave me a shining smile, "Will you let me be your mother?"

I didn't have to think twice. I wrapped around her as tight ad I could, I cried out a (yes!). I cried and cried, I was so happy. My new mother stroked my hair, humming softly.

And that was just the opening of my book. My story...had just begun.