Hello readers and welcome to my first ever Fanfiction story that has multiple chapters, and isn't Naruto based. I am in love with the whole Black Butler series for quite some time now. My favorite characters are Grell, Sebastian, and Madam Red. Seeing as this is a Black Butler story, I thought that I would make it interesting by adding an OC to the mixture. I wanted it to be interesting so that there is a kick somewhere in the future. I'll stop rambling so we can get on with the story, but first, I must do the boring copyright stuff.
Copyright: All Black Butler characters do not belong to me. However, Patrick (Ark) Blade does belong to me.
Here's the story.
(Ark's POV)
Rain fell down hard in an unforgiving skies as I stood underneath the old oak tree. Tears streak down my face. I can't stop myself from crying. Dear old dad, isn't crying. He's not eve paying attention. He's on his phone. Mom, she's sobbing uncontrollably. Broken completely to the point that I feel like shit.
"We all gather here today to bury the body of Patrick Blade."
This can't be happening. I tell myself that this is nothing more than a nightmare, one that I can't wake up from. However, this isn't a dream. This is reality. They're going to bury an empty coffin that is supposed to have my body in it.
"While we lost the body of Patrick, his soul will always be with us. He will always be a part of us."
My tears flow harder. My hand faintly touched my left eye socket. It's missing the eye, but it still finds a way to allow tears to flow. I'm missing yet they don't try to find me. They assume I'm dead. Of course, I wanted nothing more than to appear before them yelling how I am alive, but I can't. I really am dead. No, I'm not a ghost. God, I wish I were a ghost. At least then, I would know how to move onto the afterlife. However, I am part of the living dead. A zombie...a ghoul...undead. It's horrible. First, I wake up thinking that I managed to survive, but then I learned the hard way that I'm undead.
"We'll bury his mortal body so that he will live forever in heaven with God."
God...I can't meet him. I can't meet the one being that I prayed to every night before going to bed. I'll never get to look down on Earth from heaven. Am I going to hell? Will the devil appear soon to take my soul?
"Rest in peace, Patrick."
Rest in peace?! I can't even die now! Don't get me wrong, I don't want to die, but I don't want to live like this either.
"Patrick, my baby!" my mother wails.
Poor mother. She'll never know what happened to me. It's cruel to think about, but true.
"Calm down, Clare." my father said, "You're making a scene."
Scene? He wants a scene? I'll beat the living shit out of him! Mothers are supposed to cause scenes at their own child's funerals. It's natural.
"Calm down?!" my mother yelled, "Our child is dead!"
The loud booming voice of my mother startled me.
"He's dead!"
That word repeated in my head. Dead.
"He's dead because he wanted to impress you!"
My mother's voice grew louder. She's broken.
"We'll never see him again!"
I can't stand listening to this anymore. Turning, I started running. Running further and further away fro my own funeral, I wish I could feel my heart beat. Even just one beat would be enough to help. I'm dead though, and my heart won't even beat again. My tears are falling onto the ground. They're coming out harder now.
"I'm...not...dead." I muttered.
This has to be a nightmare. Just a nightmare that I yet to wake up from.
"I'm...not...dead."
My feet collide with the ground hard. I need to get out of here.
"I'm...not...!"
The ground underneath me disappears. I'm falling into a hole. Letting out a scream, I find that the hole isn't ending anytime soon. This is going to be my tomb. Everything fades to the darkness as I shut my eyes.
...
Bright light stirs me as I opened my eye. Sitting up, I find myself not in a hole, but in the middle of what appears to be a forest. I don't know how I got here. It's not important. Getting to my feet, I brushed the dirt off of my clothes. I glanced around only to stop my gaze on the sight of a building in the distance. I stumble towards it. I didn't even make it three feet before something flew then hit me in the chest causing me to fall backwards onto the ground. I can't feel the pain, but I'm certain that if I had been alive then I would have died from it.
"A ghoul?" A male's voice spoke, "How unusual."
My hand ripped out the thing in my chest as I found that it's a butter knife. Who throws butter knives that hard at someone? Once again, I got to my feet before catching sight of a man standing a couple feet away. He has dark hair and pretty brownish red eyes. The outfit he's wearing is one a butler wears. I wonder why he's wearing that.
"Who sent you here?" the man asked, "It doesn't matter seeing as I'll send you back in pieces, but I might as well get answers from you before you go."
I stared at him confused.
"I'm...lost." I answered, "Don't...have...a...master."
"You don't have a master?"
"No...where...am...I?"
"You are close to the Phantomhive mansion. Now, if you would kindly go on your way, I'll let you live."
"Okay...where...is...Nutter...Fort?"
"I have never heard of a town or city called Nutter Fort. You'll just have to go and find it yourself."
"Okay."
Damn it. I thought for sure that the man would at least tell me where the nearest town is. He continued to stand there watching me.
"Where's...town?"
"A few miles in that direction."
"Thank...you."
Turning in the direction that he pointed out, I started to walk slowly. Once again, I found myself stopped when a kid came out of nowhere bumping into me. I fell backwards once more with the kid on top of me. No pain. The kid, a boy with teal hair and an eye patch over one eye, stared up at me before glaring with a single blue eye.
"Who are you?"
"Who...are...you?"
The boy stood up before brushing himself off. I just stared at him then did the same. It didn't take long for the man from before to appear between us.
"Young Master, be careful. This man is a ghoul."
"A ghoul? Why haven't you taken care of him?"
Young Master? Oh, I get it. He's a spoiled rich brat.
"I...don't...mean...any...harm." I spoke up, "Just...lost. Trying...to...find...home."
The spoiled brat looked towards me with a glare still there.
"Sebastian, we're taking him back to the house." the brat said, "I don't trust him."
Opening my mouth, I almost said something when someone hit me on the back of the neck causing me to black out.
Sorry that it's short, but I felt like that was the best place to stop for now. I hope that you liked it. Please review.
