A/N: So guess who decided to start a Black Butler fanfic? Me? Yeah, you're right. I'm absolutely in love with my OC Evelyn and I really hope you guys like her too!
My ouran fanfic is dragging I just can't kick Genie's backside into order but fret not my darlings! I haven't given up!
Chapter 1
"Wanweird – An unhappy fate"
When Evelyn awoke she was greeted with darkness and the distinct smell of iron, smoke, and blood. She coughed; ash coated her lungs and it had dried onto her skin, the only visible light was the rays of the half-moon from a high, barred window.
She shivered, rubbing her arms and Evelyn could feel that her nightdress was torn, slit up to her right thigh and missing a sleeve, covered in ash, blood, and grime. Evelyn coughed again.
Her head ached, her vision swam, and Evelyn could hear the light murmurs of someone speaking to her right and with a hazy gaze she spied the face of a young girl, no more than thirteen, staring at her with large, terrified eyes.
"Please…" the girl begged, "be quiet, or they'll hear you…"
Evelyn frowned, who was 'they'?
"I don't understand…?" Evelyn whispered in return, her quiet voice too loud for her own ears.
The girl shook her head, about to speak once more before her eyes darted behind Evelyn to the creaking of a door.
A thin line of light cast itself beside Evelyn's dirty foot and she turned, swallowing her fear back to look at whomever had entered her cell.
She could hear chanting, something like she would find in cathedral, and Evelyn stared up at the man with two frightened eyes, her resolve crumbling as she gazed at him. She frowned slightly, swallowing thickly again as she felt déjà vu hit her like a train.
She had met him before, she was certain.
"Well?" The man questioned, leering at Evelyn through the spaces of her cage.
Evelyn tried to speak but her voice died in her throat, catching in her gullet as her lungs tried to suck in as much air as possible. She didn't know this man, not personally, but she held a horrifically heart-stopping fear of him.
He wasn't her friend, whoever he was.
Silence was a powerful thing, used to embolden and disparage many people. The man was using it to strike fear into the girls' hearts, better to stare at them and let their imaginations create tortures than to actually enact them himself. The power of the human mind was a curious and dangerous thing.
But the eldest girl, he didn't know her name, was an entirely different creature.
She was beautiful and elegant, clearly a noblewoman before she had been taken, and the blow to her head caused her short term memory loss. It was rather frustrating having to repeat himself every time she woke up.
Of course, if she wasn't to be sold off, something highly unlikely, and she wasn't to be used in a sacrifice, again very unlikely, perhaps he could keep her?
"What do you want?" Evelyn said, glaring at the man warily whilst shielding the other girls in the cage with her.
He guffawed a laugh at her, big belly shaking as he scratched his balding head, "thirtieth time you asked tha', girlie!"
Evelyn gasped in shock, the ringing in her ears getting louder as she glared at the man and ground her teeth together.
"Can see why they wan' ya though…" he said, poking her jutting ribs, "even if ya look like a half-mad starved kitten."
"Fuck you!" Evelyn said and received a slap for her efforts.
The man sneered, "Little bitches don' last long 'ere," he snorted cruelly, opening the cage door and yanking Evelyn out roughly. His hand wrapped around her malnourished arm easily, Evelyn believed that he could snap her bones easily if he wished.
She glowered at him, "Where's my brother?!"
The man barked out a laugh again and squeezed Evelyn's arm tightly, she gasped in pain, certain that she would be bruised after she got out of there.
If she got out, that is.
"So, ya finally got yer memory back then?" He taunted, "Too bad it won' last!"
Evelyn could hear the other girls' shouting and pleading for her safety, for her return, but Evelyn's gut twisted anxiously, she knew that wherever he was taking her she wouldn't return from.
The heavy door shut with a loud bang and Evelyn never saw the girls in the basement again.
Cold tiles greeted Evelyn's bruised feet as the man roughly dragged her down the corridor, she was helpless to stop him, with no weapon and as weak as she was, he could kill her long before she could harm him.
So Evelyn would wait, and then she would strike. She would escape and find her brother.
She remembered the fire clearly, and she knew that her parents wouldn't have survived it. The manor had burnt to the ground, taking all those inside with it. But Evelyn had carried her brother out before she had been taken.
He was alive. He had to be.
"Quick, girlie!" The man shouted, his breath stank and Evelyn shrunk back into herself, swallowing her fear again and grimacing as her gaze caught her filthy nightgown. It was the same one she was wearing the night the manor went up in flames, at least a month ago. Disgusting, she thought.
The chanting was loud and ominous in her ears, hidden behind the large double doors they stood in front of.
She didn't want to go in there. Anxiety and fear were curling in her stomach, claws scraping at her gullet and Evelyn felt her heart beating too fast, too erratically, she could hear screaming. Whatever lay behind those doors was not going to be pleasant.
They opened with a deafening screech, the chanting growing in volume and Evelyn could smell blood and smoke once more. It was terrifying cacophony of events and she stood at the precipice of change, either to fly or fall, she had kill them.
Or they would kill her.
Stained glass windows adorned the macabre room, a sacrificial pedestal in the middle acted as the focal point, and Evelyn could see crying, naked children being ushered around by shrouded figures much too tall to be anyone other than adults.
Evelyn choked back a cry of anguish as she noticed the rivulets of blood dripping from the pedestal.
It was as if a dam had broken and unbidden memories flooded Evelyn's mind; tortured and beaten, starved and raped, she realised that this was where she would die. This was the room, the pedestal, in which her soul would leave and her body would become useless. Here was her death bed, and here was her eternal grave.
Evelyn was in shock, twisting and crying in anguish as the man dragged her to the pedestal and helped strap her to the slab of marble.
She cried out, writhing on the table as the cultists began to chant. Her tears fell hotly against her burning cheeks and panic was reaching an all-time high in her chest.
The strap holding her right wrist stretched and pulled and Evelyn gasped, hiding her surprise, as the leather groaned under her strength. She could break it, she could break the strap!
With renewed confidence, Evelyn grunted, faking her tears as she wriggled and wrenched her wrist in an attempt to free it and steal the dagger from the cultist. Her skin was chaffing and she could tell by the angelic chanting and dagger poised to strike her that she had to act quickly.
With on last pull, the leather strap broke and Evelyn snatched the sacrificial dagger, plunging it into the lead cultist's throat and ripping it out, spewing blood from the large, fatal gash.
Screams broke out, the cultists scattered away and Evelyn was thankful for her long arms as she successfully struck more cultists. Quickly, she cut her bindings and it was as if she was possessed by the devil himself.
Evelyn was quick and savage; stabbing, thrusting, and slashing the dagger around, killing all those that came in her path.
Her right leg was cold, where her gown was ripped up to the thigh, but the cultists' blood warmed it and covered her ruined nightgown. Evelyn didn't care. They needed to die. They had to die.
The cultists lay at her feet in their own pooling blood, crimson pools of deceit and terror, and as Evelyn gazed upon them with crazed eyes she felt no mercy, no compassion, merely the desire to destroy every last one of them.
But that had to wait. She had to find her brother.
Breathing heavily, Evelyn strode over to the cage where the children were held captive. She smiled softly at them, examining the lock before quickly eyeing the wall and spotting the keys. Coughing lightly, and accidentally smearing blood over her mouth as she covered it with her hand, Evelyn grimaced as the adrenaline left her body and the sticky, warm blood began drying onto her skin and in her long blonde curls.
She jiggled the key in the lock, wrenching the cage door open and was immediately surrounded by the children inside, each one of them clinging onto her as much as they could.
They were crying heavily, and Evelyn knew that she had to save them all, or at least as many as she could, so she led them through the grim, dark halls of the cathedral they were in.
Evelyn scrunched her nose, eying her surroundings distrustfully before stopping in her tracks suddenly. The children that clung to Evelyn gazed up at her curiously, tugging at her nightgown as she thought to herself.
She looked down at them, "Get yourself out of here," she said to one of the older children, "I overheard them talking, we're not far from London, but I can't leave yet."
Cries of outrage spouted forth from the children, tugging and pulling Evelyn towards the grand doors of the cathedral in an attempt to get her to leave with them.
"I can't." she said sombrely, kneeling down to the children and smiling softly, "There are others here."
"Well," said a rather short girl with a round face, "we can help! Please don't leave us!" she cried, her fists clutching onto Evelyn's nightgown.
"I must." Was all Evelyn said, guiding the children to the door, "You must go and get help."
The children sniffled and cried some more but Evelyn pulled herself away from them. She ran through the cathedrals' grand halls, purposely ignoring the cries of the children but she knew that they would not venture after her, not at the risk of their freedom again.
"That can't have been the only room," Evelyn muttered to herself, slashing at the throat of a cultist as he opened the door to her right, "They were only sacrificing girls, there has to be one for boys."
As if an answer to her musing, Evelyn heard a distinct scream coming from the corridor to her left and she eyed it warily. The corridor was dimly lit, shadows danced on the walls and Evelyn really didn't want to walk down it.
But could hear shouting, a voice she recognised, and without a thought or care she sprinted down the corridor, ready to open the doors in a flourish when she heard screaming and crunching of bones. The cultists were being killed by someone. Or something.
Evelyn pushed the heavy doors open dramatically, breathing heavily with wide, shocked eyes as she took the sigh in front of her in.
Evelyn's lungs constricted painfully, her stomach twisting as bile gathered in her throat but she swallowed it back with a gasp as she saw the familiar frail body and dark hair of her younger brother.
Naked and branded, he twisted and convulsed on the pedestal, shouting and screaming into the dark as a shadowy figure darted around the room, dropping the cultists bodies in its wake.
"C-Ciel…?" Evelyn stuttered as she watched a tall, dark haired man help her brother sit up, blood dripping from his butler's uniform.
Evelyn fainted.
Two Years Later
Ciel watched as his older sister waltzed around the ballroom, capturing the hearts of all those who dared lay their unworthy eyes on her. Lingering glances and half smiles were her weapon of choice and the Lady Phantomhive was never one to disappoint, be it a human or a mirror she deemed worthy enough to gaze upon her.
Evelyn was a devastatingly beautiful woman.
The young earl lingered near the refreshment table, his single visible eye trained on Evelyn and Lord Pomfrey, an idiot of a man that decided to try to sabotage the Phantomhives. Of course, the Evil Nobles found out and Ciel resigned himself to letting his sister deal with the crooked lord, well aware that for all of Evelyn's beauty and grace she was as ruthless as the devil himself.
Ciel knew this, for he often overheard private conversations between Sebastien and Evelyn, and he knew that whenever he himself was in danger then Evelyn would do whatever it would take to save Ciel.
Unfortunately, Sebastian knew this too.
"Darling, brother." Evelyn purred out, dangling one long slim arm around her brother's shoulders, the other hand delicately, yet firmly, holding onto the crook Lord Pomfrey's elbow.
Ciel stared at his sister, sipping champagne, "What is it, Evelyn?"
She grinned, "I need some air," she turned to the Lord, "and Lord Pomfrey has agreed to escort me around the gardens."
The young earl frowned, "Without a chaperone? That is most improper, sister."
Evelyn smiled cunningly again, "I am not without a chaperone!" The tall woman threw a glance behind her shoulder and Ciel followed her gaze to Evelyn's Lady's Companion, a young woman of inferior birth paid to be a single noblewoman's companion without female relatives.
"Miss Wendy," Ciel said, "please ensure that my sister doesn't get," his gaze flickered to the inebriated Lord Pomfrey, "carried away."
Wendy nodded gently, "Of course, My Lord."
Evelyn detached herself from Lord Pomfrey and leaned down to bestow a warm hug to her little brother.
"Thank you, Ciel, I'll see you later." She grinned, blue eyes sliding to Lord Pomfrey deviously, "We should be back…shortly."
Ciel half-smiled fondly at his sister, his single blue eye meeting her own matching pair, "Of course, be careful."
Evelyn began to lead Lord Pomfrey away, "As if I'm ever not."
"Ciel had special white roses planted for me, you see." Evelyn said, feigning interest in Lord Pomfrey as Wendy trailed behind them.
Pomfrey muttered something, laughing before sputtering out a cough. Evelyn laughed with him, her sweet voice leading the lord to assume she was taken with him.
"White roses are my favourite, do you like them, My Lord?" She asked sweetly.
Pomfrey gurgled, "Ah yes, they are quite lovely, but they pale in comparison to you, Lady Phantomhive."
Evelyn giggled falsely, "Oh! Thank you, My Lord!" Of course they paled in comparison, Evelyn thought.
"I hear that my brother intends to become your business partner?" Evelyn asked innocently.
Lord Pomfrey laughed loudly, his greying moustache fluttering with every rancid breath he left out, "That is Lord Phantomhive's intent!" Pomfrey's beady eyes settled on Evelyn's breath-taking face, "But he is merely a child, I have no use for him."
"Oh?" Evelyn said, eyes narrowed, "You do not? Then why try to coerce more money out of him? Surely you do not intend to make an investment with money that is not yours?"
The lord was so drunk, and so disbelieving of Evelyn's intellect, that the secrets spilled from his lips like honey from a broken pot.
"That money will be mine," he stopped walking, facing me by the fountain that rested in our garden, "he is a naïve little brat that contains his beautiful sister," of course Lord Pomfrey and Evelyn had been having secret rendezvous as midnight and hidden letters.
He got down on one knee, "Lady Evelyn Helena Cordelia Phantomhive," he pulled out a ring, "will you marry me?"
The moon was high in the night sky and Wendy watched with intrigue at the two nobles converse. She knew what to outcome was to be though, but it did not lessen her interest.
"Oh, Lord Pomfrey," Evelyn said lovingly, "you wish for me to sabotage the Phantomhive business? To ruin my brother's good name and run off into the night with you? Forever to be a trophy wife?"
"Yes," he said greedily, "that is what I want."
"No."
Lord Pomfrey spluttered in shock, the ring falling to the ground as he continued to kneel, too surprised to even move.
"No?!" he shouted in confusion.
"No." Evelyn repeated, before she barked out a loud, cruel laugh. Her golden hair was tossed over her shoulder and the once pleasant smile became horrifically cruel. She stood pale against the backdrop of the dark night and Lord Pomfrey began to hear his mind whisper the little rumours that the underground spoke of Lady Phantomhive.
"I love Ciel with all my heart, my very being even, and I would never betray him." She explained, fiddling with a the handle of a jewelled dagger, "I knew that you planned to destroy the Phantomhives, we are your greatest competition, and I also knew that you had a taste for beautiful young blonde women."
She ran a hand down her chest to her hip, "I fit the criteria, no?"
"So you used me?! Set me up?!" Pomfrey shouted in outrage and it was then he realised that he could no longer hear the sounds of the ball, in fact he couldn't hear anything. The night was dark and dreary, and he was completely lost in the extensive Phantomhive garden with a dangerous she-devil.
Evelyn laughed again, "Of course I did! I excel at this game that Ciel and I like to play," she grinned, "We take turns destroying our enemies and then Wendy judges us and whoever wins gets a point." She turned her gaze behind Pomfrey's back and projected her voice, "Who's currently winning, Wendy?"
"You are, My Lady." She said calmly.
"I am." Evelyn turned her attention back to Lord Pomfrey, "Usually I would kill you, I can't have you spreading rumours around now, can i?"
Pomfrey's eyes widened in fear.
"However," Evelyn continued, "I'm not going to do that, this time at least."
"What are you going to do?" He sounded terrified, Evelyn noted and she could distinctly see Sebastian's figure lingering nearby, in case she required assistance.
Evelyn bent down slightly at the hips, smiling at the lord, "Your business has collapsed. I've sent letters and other such correspondents to your wife and lawyers detailing your affairs and cruelty. Scotland Yard has been informed of all of your illegal transactions and the land you once owned has been transferred to the Phantomhives to pay off your enormous debt that you've collected." Evelyn continued to grin the entire time, "Also, the opium den that you benefitted and spent most of your time in has been shut down and your Chinese servants have been placed in much better care."
Lord Pomfrey could only stare at Evelyn, too frightened of the woman to even move, "You're a demon…" he spat out.
Evelyn merely grinned, "I assure you, I'm completely human."
"Now," Ciel began, glaring at her whilst he sipped his tea, "I want the truth. The full truth. No embellishments."
Evelyn sighed irritably, levelling her brother with a glare similar to his own, "Why does it matter?" Lazily, Evelyn's eyes trailed to the large window behind him, "It's not as if it hasn't been done before…"
The boy, for he would always be that to her, rolled his eyes and turned to look out of the window, leaving his dwarfing, throne-like chair.
Evelyn knew that he wouldn't give her a straight answer, he would to anyone else but she was his sister and he revelled in how much he could annoy her with little consequence.
"Fine," Evelyn conceded, rolling her eyes, "I'll tell you everything." Silence followed for a time, stretching between them as she thought out her story.
"Honestly, there wasn't any other way it could have happened." Twiddling her gloved thumbs, Evelyn began, "You can't imagine how it is, brother, stuck in a dreary, boring life. Colourless and vile, the days blended together with nothing to fill their wretched hours of vague dislike and annoyance."
Ciel snorted, most improper of him, but regardless motioned her to continue.
"But that all changed." Evelyn took a deep breath, a sinister smirk pulled back against stark white teeth, playing upon her red lips, like blood on snow, "I never believed that this could happen, but he was so perfect. He changed my life really, from the second I saw him I knew that things would never be the same ever again, I couldn't go back to the way it was before."
"He certainly changed your life, sister, and not for the better." Ceil was glaring at her once more with crossed arms; she stuck my tongue out at him childishly.
"He beckoned me over at the ball and, like a good Victorian lady of proper standing, I did as requested. It would be uncouth otherwise, correct?" Evelyn asked him with a sly smirk on her lips, "We danced and danced all night long, everything was perfect. He was perfect."
He glared at his sister once more, muttering something under his breath before she continued, "I tried explaining it to you, what with you being the head of the family now, but you forbid me to see him."
Evelyn saw him roll his eyes dramatically, "I know what I did. What I want to know is what you did." she arched an eyebrow at him, not amused with his rudeness. Evelyn was to remain his perfect sister until the end of time, their family name untarnished and their pride in place.
"Time flew by. He would visit me, throwing stones at my window and whisking me away in the dead of night." The dirty look Evelyn received from Ciel was worth the admission, but some things were perhaps better left unsaid in decent company.
"But that is not enough for you, is it?" The noblewoman asked, playing with a piece of cloth she found on his desk.
He sighed, "I need everything, everything you can tell me." Opening her mouth to protest he sent a poison glare at her, "And I know you are not giving me it all." Evelyn made to roll her eyes but stopped herself. He was right; she wasn't telling him everything she knew because if she did then it would ruin everything.
They play house, they pretend that they're perfect. Two lost souls grappling to each other in the dark of life, clinging to any shred of humanity that remained within them, the good and the bad.
Broken and battered, Evelyn picked up her dearest brother's delicate body from the echoes of a past life, destroyed and tampered with she held him in her young arms and prayed for life to return to him.
And it did, warmth filled his exposed limbs and Evelyn carried him from nightmare's deadly chill and into the fires of the living once more.
She had protected him from all, the death of their parents hung heavy on his head and pushed his shoulders, filling his young heart with darkness and hatred. Evelyn watched the vengeance and revenge fill him like a poison, twisting her beloved brother into something other than human, like that damned butler that lingered in his shadow.
Once returned to their home, he changed and Evelyn gave all she could to return the light to him, to be a mother, to be a friend. Nothing was enough and the child within crippled and twisted into something of less than savoury nature.
Demon's clawed and savages ran free in the confines of Evelyn's mind, debauchery and desolation became a necessity in her time of need, born from unbroken chains and scattered lies. She became the deceiver, the purveyor of truth and with a mask of calm serenity, kindness locked forever on a pleasant face, she fought for the Phantomhive name.
Ciel believed her to be free from it all. The burden that he took himself, the hatred blossoming and the rage flowing, a forest of nothing but darkness and depravation. Thick canopies connecting every growing branch and the sap of blood bled from chipped bark.
He thought that she was innocent, young and still cherished the life she held onto with clinging claws, chained to the ground by nothing but a desire to be free. He was an idiot at times; he wasn't the only one that suffered.
Evelyn levelled his gaze, "You would do anything for me, would you not?" she asked him, my grin gone as the mask fell from her face, rare seriousness adopting her expression.
Evelyn's question caught him by surprise but he answered, "Do not change the subject." It was an order, a hint of false warning lingering behind the cold words from his acidic mouth.
"It is relevant, answer me?" Evelyn requested, one delicate eyebrow raised and a tone of hope resting on her tongue.
He grunted again, folding his arms and capturing Evelyn's eyes with his own, the very same eyes that shared with their late mother. For a time they just waited, hoping the other one would speak up first and break the deafening silence that rarely followed them around.
"Yes." Simple and truthful, Ciel spoke. A small smile graced Evelyn's mouth.
"There is your answer." The elder Phantomhive said, leaning back on the chair and fiddling with the necklace around her neck.
Ciel glared at his sister, "That was not the answer I meant." She giggled lightly, and smiled at him.
"You're so childish, brother. Let me elaborate," Evelyn began, standing and moving around the desk that separated them from each other to stand by his side, "Look out of the window."
Ciel did as requested, rolling his eyes, "Why? What does this serve?" Evelyn sighed and put her hands on his shoulders.
"Just look, what do you see?" Evelyn said, standing right behind him as they both gazed out into the evening air, the sun setting in the distance.
"I see nothing." Ciel said.
"That is because you are not looking." Placing her hands on his shoulders, Evelyn brought my face next to his, her whisper right next to his ear, "Look and you will learn. What is every creature's one ultimate goal?" In the reflection of the glass, understanding dawned on his face as the sun finally set in front of them.
"To survive."
Gloved hands clapped, "Exactly! What wouldn't I do to survive? What wouldn't I do to ensure you survive?" Evelyn had hoped that this would be enough for him, the memory of it all was fleeting, a feeling of loss and abandonment swept her heart into a cold embrace.
"You are not as invincible as you believe yourself to be."
Evelyn froze at his words, eyes wide and smile gone, she regarded Ciel cautious curiosity, knowing the lengths he had gone to before to require information. Whether he meant emotional manipulation or honest truth she knew that she would say more than intended.
"What makes you think that?" Evelyn asked him, hands resting near her abdomen as they held each other.
Ciel's eyes flicked to Evelyn's for a brief moment, "This world will give as it will take. You are young and naïve, forever wanting to believe in all that's good." Her eyes narrowed.
"But you are wrong. You are a silly little girl, you are a chess piece. The board is constantly moving and you are my most precious piece." Ciel didn't look at Evelyn once as he spoke, too focused on the darkness outside and the raging storm that suddenly claimed the night.
"And what makes you think you are not the same to me?" Her words were quiet, but the tone was biting and Evelyn was certain she could have frozen Ciel where he stood. But the fire raging inside of her would die down enough to provoke the ice to take hold; the fire would not let Evelyn burn her brother.
Ciel turned his head and looked up, finally meeting her gaze, "Fight. Struggle. Do what you must, but listen, sister." He commanded, standing on his toes and staring at her with softened eyes, "You are not alone."
He was her's to support, he was her's to comfort. Promises made in the night and lies told in the day, Evelyn was there for him. How the mighty fall, once a queen turned into a pawn.
"I may have friends and I may have you, but he wanted me too, he wanted everything."
Evelyn's smile twisted and turned into something that would make even the devil shiver in fear, "Yes, he was perfect."
Evelyn sighed in happiness as she remembered her dagger slitting the traitorous Lord's throat.
"He was the perfect fool."
"So it is done?" Ciel said, feigning boredom after listening to his sister's tale.
Evelyn grinned, sipping her tea, "Yes, Lord Pomfrey won't be bothering us anymore."
A/N: So what do you think?