NOTE: Well, I wanted to give this kind of fic a shot, seeing as I have recently discovered Kuroshitsuji (so don't murder me with flames if a few facts waver here or there). This fic runs parallel to the original Kuroshitsuji canon, but with by own OCs thrown in for some fun. Now, I have noticed the abundance of OC/Sebastian fics all over the place, so here's your reassurance that this will not be one of them. I am going to give this story my all. I will avoid all Mary-Sue like tendencies at all costs. You have my word. If you happen to spot any, inform me immediately.

~The Third, Her Crow~

Chapter 1

"Play me a song."

Alice Foster hugged her pillow close to her chest. The cup of tea that had been set out for her had long gone cold, and the lack of light in the room surly meant it was getting late. An uneaten scone beside her had filled the room with a fading scent of cherries, which was slowly being replaced with the estate's normal, lavender aroma. It was normal for the young duchess to sit in the drawing room for long periods before resigning for bed.

"It is getting dark, my lady."

Across from Alice, who was perched in a very unladylike way on one of the Foster estate's many decorative sofas, was a piano. Beside the piano was a gentle eyed maid. Alice glanced over at her before falling back on the sofa with a sigh.

"Play me a song, Laura." She repeated with a slightest hint of force in her tone.

The maid's lip curled ever so slightly and she curtsied. "Yes, My Lady."

In the blink of an eye the maid had seated herself at the piano's bench and had begun to play a soft tune; best not to awake the other servants in the estate who had already retired for the night.

The maid was, to be vain, beautiful. Inhumanly so, as her mistress would joke. She had a heart-shaped face and piercing red eyes that always remained only partially open, even in the darkest of places. A standard black dress and white apron was draped over her person, hugging all the right curves. Long, pitch black hair was pinned into tight bun near the base of her skull. Her fingers danced over the keys of the old piano with grace.

Alice Foster let her grip on the pillow loosen as the music went on. Her dull green eyes began to droop unceremoniously as she drifted off into a light slumber. The girl sported very loose, dark brown hair that was just long enough to brush the shoulders of her nightgown.

Laura glanced over at Alice before drawing the song to a close, a soft smile playing on her lips. Carefully, she picked up the young girl and set her to bed. Laura curtsied once again before leaving the room and began her midnight rounds.

"T-This should b-be considered some kind of t-torture..."

"Shhhh! They'll hear you!"

"Please...someone really needs to smash that piano..."

Outside the drawing room the next morning, a set of three people were huddled together. Two of which were twins, who were covering each others ears. The third was desperately trying to quiet them. From the drawing room the tasteless clinking and clunking of notes could be heard.

"Lady Foster is getting better, d-don't you think?" The third said, as even more missed notes traveled out to their ears.

"Isn't Laura helping her? Then why-"

"-isn't she getting any better?" The two twins said, gritting their teeth.

In the Foster estate, there was a very small amount of servants: a total of only four. The first was Lady Alice Foster's personal (and considered favorite by the other three) servant named Laura who did a large of work. A set of eighteen year old twins were next, named Marie and Marry. Both had chopped, short, frizzy orange hair that was complimented by dark eyes and freckles. The fourth and final servant was the only butler in the service to the Foster family, Louis. He was only sixteen, three years older than Lady Alice, and was a fickle, clumsy person. He had long silver hair that was tied back for appearance's sake and light blue eyes, which appeared larger by the pair of half-moon glasses he wore.

"Will you stop-"

"-trying to be a suck up?" Marie and Mary glared at Louis, who whimpered and shrunk considerably under their stares. "Why's she practicing any-"

WHAM!

All three nearly jumped out of their skins when the door to the drawing room was swung open. Standing in the doorway was Laura, red eyes barely open, but she radiated pure "scariness".

"I do hope none of you are talking about Lady Alice behind her back." she said in a deadpan tone.

Marie and Mary tried to hide behind each other in a comical fear, were as Louis simply fainted from shock, falling back on the two twins. The three collapsed in a pile while Laura watched with with a quirked eyebrow.

"Nope, not at all!" Marie and Marry replied quickly, standing up with Louis held between them. "We were just listening to...to..."

The twins exchanged glances and Laura tapped her foot.

"...to what?" Laura asked.

"Well..." Mary began, rubbing the back of her neck and looking over a Marie hopefully. Marie fidgeted nervously and then snatched Louis's glasses of his face, threw them to the ground and stomped on them. "Oh! Look at that, Marry! Louis broke his glasses! We were just on our way to get a new pair for him, weren't we?"

"T-That's right!" Marie nodded and patted the still unconscious Louis who was being held up between them on the head. "Well, let's get on it then!"

"R-Right!"

And with that, the twins rushed off, dragging Louis with them down the hall. Laura shook her head, her bun bobbing side to side, before going back inside the drawing room. She expected to find her young mistress still practicing, but instead found the girl on her back on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. Alice's eyes flickered over at her as she entered.

"I don't think I like piano." she stated bluntly.

Laura chuckled and sat down at the piano's bench to the right of the girl on the floor. "And why is that?"

Alice glared at the maid and rolled over so her back was to Laura. "We're not going to that party. I'll embarrass myself."

"My lady, I'm surprised. Giving up so easily? There are lives at stake."

Alice snorted in response and repeated, "I'll embarrass myself."

"Such a cold attitude. It surprises me how little you care," Laura chuckled, a small glint in her eye. "about going against orders."

"I'm sure the Queen has other people besides us to do her dirty work. I'm not going. I refuse to play that instrument any longer, lives at stake or not. Besides, I don't care about some madman killing mindless women in the streets. It hardly concerns me."

"The party was the only lead we came up with. Aren't you the slightest bit interested?" Laura leered. "Aren't you interested? Interested in how someone was able to mutilate these women to carefully? Taking out the wombs with such precision..."

Alice sat up, attention grasped.

"Who knows, we may even be lucky enough to witness one murder if we were to go, but since you are not interested..."

Alice blinked at her maid, lip twitching. She abruptly stood, brushed herself off, and left the room saying, "We're leaving tomorrow. Get me a dress and yourself something to wear. Tell Marry, Marie and Louis that they'll be alone here for a few days. And Laura?"

"Yes, my lady?"

"You're playing that blasted thing for our cover-up. Honestly, how would I pass as a piano prodigy there to play...? Stupid demon..."

Laura's lip curled.

"Of course, my lady."

First chapter/uninformative prologue finished. O.o

This was really just a test chapter. If enough people like it, I'll continue it. If not, I'll just put it on hiatus until I'm motivated enough to continue it, or make it a one-shot kinda deal.

So yeah, if you like, freaking TELL ME. I won't know to update unless you do!