Okay, I know it's been a long time since I've posted a new story. I've been having some trouble with school, and registration for high school is here, so life is hectic. I hope to get the next chapter of all my stories up soon. Oh, and before I forget, I am in no way owner of Kuroshitsuji or any characters except Dawn Michaelis.
I was running. Running farther and faster than I ever had. I didn't know or care where I was going, I just had to get away. I had to get away from the horrible things that were happening. I ran until I felt like my lungs were going to explode, then kept running.
I ran until I felt like I was going to throw up, and finally I collapsed. My clothes were torn and I was bleeding, but I didn't care. My limbs were trembling and I was drenched in sweat. Tears mixed with the sweat running down my face. I didn't care where or when I was, because I knew they couldn't get me here. Even though I was all alone in unfamiliar territory, I was safer than I had been with people I had known all my life.
I started shivering. It was colder here, and I was in a ripped up pair of jeans and T-shirt. I curled up and wrapped my arms around my legs. I was so exhausted that I fell asleep lying under the foreign trees. My last thought as I balanced on the cusp of sleep was that I may not wake up. There wasn't much I could do about it as I tumbled over the summit into slumber.
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"Is she dead, Sebastian?" There was a young, cold voice speaking over me. I didn't move. There was something in that voice that chilled me to the bone.
"No, young master. She's merely sleeping." The new voice, Sebastian I assumed, was just as outwardly cold as the first. This one, however was just crisply professional, while the first one was an iceberg, cold inside and out. "Perhaps we should take her back to the mansion. She's injured."
He bent down and picked me up. My arms flopped uselessly to my sides. I couldn't even lift my head. I tried opening my eyes, but they stayed firmly shut. I didn't like being so far up without any control of my body, but since I couldn't even make a sound, I was at the mercy of these people.
So I guess running that much was bad for me, because this inability to move was new. I felt shadows pass over my face, and I assumed we were at the mansion. He set me down on something, but I arched my back in pain. I'd almost forgotten about the cuts and bruises on my back. Several curses flew out of my mouth, mostly in Japanese. I'd taken to swearing in Japanese so my mom wouldn't know what I was saying. The days where I had to care about that was all over, though.
Good to know my ability to move was back. I sat up and opened my eyes. I hurt all over, but I wanted to know where the hell I was. Standing over me was a handsome black-haired man with stark-white skin and a slightly disturbing smile, wearing a black suit. Behind him was a pale boy with grayish-blue hair and a blue eye. The other was covered by a plain black eye patch.
"Where am I? What year is it?" My voice was thin and reedy. The normally rich tone just sounded like a rock in a blender. I guess it's because I haven't had any water in three days. I coughed and rested my forehead on my knees. "I think I'm going to be sick."
I took deep breaths and tried to keep the bile down. The air hitting my shredded back made me nauseous. There was a commotion behind me. I turned my head around looked. There were three people standing behind me.
One was a tall man with blonde hair and blue-grey eyes, with goggles around his neck and a cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth, wearing plain white chef's clothes. On one side of him was a boy with blonde hair pinned back from his face, with large green eyes, wearing a plain white shirt, plaid shorts, and a straw hat. On the other side of the tall man was a girl in a maid's outfit with reddish hair and huge cracked glasses that made it impossible to tell what colour her eyes were. They looked as if they were frozen in place, and the man's cigarette fell out of his mouth. Just then, I felt my fingers catch fire. They did this from time to time, seemingly random.
"Kuso!" I stuck them in my mouth to cool them off. "I hate when that happens." I wrapped my arms around me. "So do I not warrant an answer? Where am I and what year is it? I have a feeling I went back really far." I put my head back on my knees.
"You are on the Phantomhive Manor in London. The year is 1888." I smiled. There was no way the people I'd run away from would ever find me.
"That's more than a hundred years back! Perfect," I muttered under my breath. I looked at the man in black and blinked. For a second I thought his eyes had flickered red, but it must have been a trick of the light. He looked over to the boy.
"See that she is taken care of, Sebastian," the boy said. He began walking up a grand stairwell, then turned around about half way up. "And Bard, don't burn supper today." With that, he disappeared up the stairs and into a room.
"I think I'm going to be fine, if I could just sleep for a bit. I'm still so tired." I closed my eyes and curled up closer to myself. The man, Sebastian, rested a gloved hand on my shoulder.
"If you fall asleep now, you may not wake up, Miss." I yawned.
"I feel a bit light-headed. I'm usually not prone to fainting, but I–" Everything went kind of fuzzy around the edges, and the last thing I saw before everything became engulfed in darkness was that creepy smile.
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"Oh, I think she's waking up! Finni, go get Sebastian and Tanaka!" There were the sounds of footsteps, a door opening violently, then shutting with a shudder. I laid perfectly still and tried to forget the nightmare I'd been having. When I opened my eyes, the maid from earlier was there.
"I feel… Strange. How long have I been asleep?" I didn't want to move from the soft bedding. I felt like I'd explode if I moved at all.
"Three days, Miss. We were all worried, because you had so many cuts and scars." This girl seemed nervous and twitchy.
"My name's Dawn. What's yours?" She pushed the bridge of her glasses up her nose.
"Maylene, Miss."
Well, Maylene, I'd appreciate if you'd call me Dawn instead of Miss. It creeps me out." She nodded.
"There were many scars, Dawn," she said carefully. Her tone wasn't questioning, but it wasn't just stating. I sat up and rolled my shoulders. There was a lot of tightness across my back and arms.
"I don't want to talk about it." She just nodded again. "Can I have some water, though?" Maylene poured me a glass of water from a pitcher on a nightstand. I gulped it down greedily, and she refilled my cup. I drank that fast, too.
"Dawn, I'm supposed to help you dress so you can speak with Master Ciel. He bought some dresses for you. They're in the wardrobe if you'd care to choose one." She motioned to a huge standing closet on the opposite wall. I opened the doors.
"This wardrobe is bigger than my room at home!" It was bigger on the inside than it looked from outside, and it looked enormous from outside. Inside were lots of dresses and accessories. I picked out a dark blue dress with a lighter blue lace collar and hem and a deep purple sash. I'm glad Maylene was there to help, because there were about a hundred tiny buttons up the back.
We brushed out my long blackish-red hair and bulled it into two low pigtails at the base of my neck. There were even shoes the right size, which I slipped on. There was a knock at the door. Maylene stepped out, then came back in quickly.
"Master Ciel would like to speak with you in the study. I'll take you there." She walked briskly down a hallway and entered a room. After I stepped in, she slipped out and shut the door quickly behind her. I felt a little stranded, and Sebastian seemed to sense this. He pulled out a chair for me, and Ciel stood. I hesitated in front of my chair until Ciel sat down, then sat down myself. I stared at Ciel until he became uncomfortable and started speaking.
"I think we can just get right to the point. Tell me how you came to be on Phantomhive Manor?" While Ciel talked, Sebastian made tea.
"That depends on what kind of answer you want. Do you want to know how I managed to cross and ocean and 123 years, or do you want a reason. The reason is a long story." Ciel wore a mask of cold indifference.
"We have time. Give me a reason." I took a deep breath and started my story.
"When I was a little girl, my mother would tell me a story about a man and a woman, who fell in love despite the odds. The man had no parallel. He was charming and smart and beautiful. But this man did not just possess charisma. This man was more than human. He was faster and stronger than anyone the woman had ever seen. He could control fire." I conjured up a small ball of fire in the palm of my hand.
"The woman was my mother, and the man was my father. He passed some of these abilities on to me, along with some unique skills. But this man did not know he had fathered a child. My mother, not wanting to upset the man, didn't tell him. He left, without knowing of his unborn daughter. My mother didn't know about the powers I'd inherited until after I was born and the man was long since gone. She tried to help me the best she could, by moving to a small, safe town on the coast and teaching me how to control myself.
"Everything was fine, until my mother fell ill. We couldn't afford for her to be taken to a hospital, but our neighbor was the doctor. He took care of her until her death, when I was thirteen. When she passed, I was in school. They told me, and I lost control. My entire body burst into flames, and I started teleporting across the town.
"The town was thrown into chaos. They wanted me burned as a witch, even though such practices were outlawed long ago. The doctor who had been taking care of my mother, however, wanted to use me for experiments. He convinced the townspeople to let him chain me in his basement, and took samples of my skin, bones, and various organs. He starved me then left me in harsh conditions he simulated. And he set dogs on me." I was shaking so hard the chair's feet were bouncing off the floor.
There was a commotion downstairs. A pale man in a black suit with longish grey hair and red eyes bounded in on all fours. He stopped by my chair and rested his hands on the arms of the chair and started licking my face like a dog. Sebastian gave him a stern look and he whimpered. He got off me, but stayed close. I stroked his hair, like I was petting a dog. It calmed me, and I continued.
"That's what most of the bleeding cuts are from. I didn't want to hurt the dogs, so I let them hurt me until the doctor was satisfied. He was going to dissect me. When he undid my shackles, I made a run for it. But he grabbed me. I didn't mean to set him on fire, but I did. He burned, and so did his house. I stole some clothes and ran as far and fast as I could. I didn't care where I was going, as long as I never had to see those people again."
Ciel leaned forward in his chair. "Did your mother ever tell you the name of the man said to be your father?" I nodded.
"Yes. She used his last name as mine, as well. His name was Sebastian Michaelis."
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