A/N There weren't enough of these. This would be a reader insert if I didn't believe in letting the reader choose their own background story. Sebastian (Sebby/ Bassy), and Will shall appear later in the fic. Enjoy!
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I was on my way home from working in the Undertaker's parlor for today when a vibrant redhead crossed my path.
"Oh, I just love your coat!" he said when he saw me.
I was wearing the only coat I had. It was Red and I'd taken as good a care of it as I could so that it wouldn't fall apart.
"Thank you." I said as I continued on my way.
"Wait!" he cried right before jumping in from to me. "That's all you're going to say?"
I studied him for a second. He had vibrantly red hair, and was wearing an outfit that could have been for a butler if it hadn't been for the red jacket that was hanging haphazardly from his arms. He was carrying a set of scissors that had red handles.
"Hasn't anyone ever told you not to run with scissors? Someone could get hurt."
His face fell a little.
"That's not what I meant! It's customary for one to return a compliment with a compliment." he said.
"Well, excuse me for not believing in exchanging compliments with a complete stranger. I returned.
He looked sad again, but then brightened up before saying, "Oh! How rude of me. I never properly introduced myself. I'm the deathly efficient Grell Sutcliff!"
He then made an interesting pose. It made me laugh a bit.
"Well then Mr. Sutcliff, I suppose now I shall have to introduce myself. I am Ana Trace. Please though, just call me Ana."
He studied me for a moment as I had studied him. He seemed to take note of my dark red hair that was almost auburn, my blue eyes, and the scraps of clothes that I had worn down over the last year.
"Mr. Sutcliff is way too formal for my tastes. If I can call you Ana, then please call me Grell. You are the cutest thing I've seen in a while. Well the cutest female anyway." Grell said.
"I'm afraid you are mistaken about that. Excuse me Grell, I need to get home before they lock the doors for the night." I said before running off.
My home wasn't much of a place, but it was all that I had ever since the accident back when I was six. Still, the orphanage wasn't that bad. If it was I would have left when I turned eighteen. Then again, when I turned eighteen, I'd had nowhere to go. All my friends were here.
So I made a deal with Madame Richardson. She had been looking for some help for after I left, so I made a deal that I would stay and help with the other girls at the orphanage if she let me have food and board. She agreed on the conditions that I do everything that she said, stay away when the people are coming to adopt another girl, and get a job outside of the orphanage.
She couldn't refuse my offer, for she needed help, but she was stingy on money. She only bought the girls a dress or two when it was required.
She probably enjoyed her job when she started, but she wasn't joyful by the time that my parents died. She made sure that the older girls knew how to cook and clean. They were basically servants to her. The only reason she needed help is so that she could rein them in a bit. Given they didn't take too kindly to her because she didn't take kindly to them.
I searched for a job in the town for weeks until I started feeling that no one would hire me. Yet one day someone saw me looking discouraged and said that I looked like I needed a good joke. He pointed me towards the Undertaker's Parlor saying that the owner had heard enough jokes that he could surely spare one for a girl in distress. I thanked the man and headed to the Parlor. The Undertaker hired me on the spot when he heard that I was looking for a joke.
I went to my bedroom. It was the same room that I had been going to for the past thirteen years. It wasn't much, but it did have a couple of trinkets. Mostly, gifts from the other girls on my birthday. I sighed as I went to sleep after another uneventful day.