Hai people, I'm back again! Just finished watching season one of Kuroshitsuji and this is based on a dream i keep having :3 *facepalm*

Btw, Grell is not a gay maniac in my story :D

grell: Hey! :(

Rachel: grell, as I have told you before, it is completely true. think of this story as a compliment. you are a lead character after all! anyway, arent you meant to be pissing off william or stalking sebby?

grell: pfffftt...

anyways...

EPILOGUE

Cheers. All around her. Where was she, anyway? She was sitting on a cold stone floor and an unbearable pain in the back of her head told her she had possibly fallen and hit her head on the very ground she was sitting on, then passed out. Suddenly a blinding flash of white light bore into her eyes. People… people everywhere, richly dressed gentlemen and highly strung ladies were all watching her with clear amusement. Feeling the slight release of pressure from her aching skull, she realised that, whilst she had blacked out, she had been blindfolded. Her bangs, that she used to hide her eyes, were clipped back. Those eyes, they were the cause of this. Since birth, the girl had been targeted by wealthy businessmen determined to make an attraction out of her. She hated her eyes. Looking down at her dress, you can imagine the shock she felt when her usually pristine garments were now filthy and tattered, exposing more of her chest and legs than the night before.

"Ladies and gentlemen, a fine specimen we have here today! Extraordinary eyes, passionate temper and a whole lot of perfect body! What will you offer for this exotic butterfly? A child prostitute so mature is hard to come by, I assure you now!"

That voice…she recognized it… yes! Looking up, she saw the same man she had danced with at the Grande Ball the night before! Viscount Druitt, she recalled. But what was that nonsense about child prostitutes? Looking back, she remembered it was he whom forced himself on the young girl. Alas, she wasn't even a child! At 18, she was her own person. Her parents no longer owned her, so she had lived around London doing odd jobs for a bit of money. Taking in her surroundings even more, she realised she was in a large metal cage. How discriminating it was to be locked up like an animal.

"Five hundred pounds!" exclaimed one bidder.

"No! Seven hundred and fifty pounds!" declared another.

The bidding continued for at least seven more minutes, with each bidder being more determined than the last. The final total was £100 000 pounds and 5 shillings. All of a sudden she struggled to breathe. She had an allergy to certain things- this was probably a reaction to the drugs Viscount used to knock her out. Her airways closed up. She is dying. Her twitching body is moved to an alleyway and left to the rats.