Just a quick little note: This story is based solely off the manga, meaning there are no angels, no Alois, etc. Those of you who have only watched the anime though should still get what's going on. You manga readers might notice that the character Snake was not included. I kinda forgot about him, so I just left him out.

Sarah Phantomhive.

Daughter of Ciel & Elizabeth Phantomhive. She had gained her mother's curling hair, but with her father's ethereal grey tone, as well as his piercing blue eyes.

"Thank-god that you've got two eyes," her father would tease her when she was young.

"I've only got the one." Then he would tap his eyepatch and smile at her, a bright grin that few people saw, especially in the years after her mother died.

Sarah also inherited her mother's liveliness, sprinting about the manor, investigating every inch. But its occupants she knew less well.

Her father was gone often, leaving her with the graying Mey-Rin and Finny.

She remembered Bard had been a servant here once, but had few memories of him, as he had died of a heart attack when she was seven. He had never learned to slow down.

"I'll be back soon," Ciel would tell her, and then he would climb into the carriage, and with a last wave from the butler, her father would be gone, for weeks, months sometimes, and would return in varying conditions of health and spirit; but he always greeted her with a hug and a gift from his trip.

"I didn't go anywhere too pleasant, but I found one nice thing to bring you," and then she would happily grin up at him, and take her new gift away to show Finny and May-rin, who she counted more as her friends then as servants.

She never asked her father why he left for such long periods of time, or what he did while he was away.

Not until he wasn't around to ask anymore.

"Father!"

Sarah yelled out the window, seeing the coach approaching down the long driveway to Phantomhive Manor.

An indistinguishable figure leaned out the coach's window and waved a hand to her.

She grinned, and quickly pulled the shutters closed, then searched her room for her stockings and shoes.

A grown girl of thirteen years and she still ran about the manor barefoot, something her father constantly preached that it was not appropriate for ladies of her stature to do.

Those found, she sprinted down the stairs, through the halls and out the giant doors to the coach which had just come to a stop.

"Father!" Sarah called again, and Ciel stepped out with arms wide open for his daughter's hug.

Sarah leaped into his embrace. He had that smell about him again; a scent Sarah remembered from her mother.

On her deathbed.

Mey-rin lead out Victor, the youngest Phantomhive, his little fingers clinging to her hand to help him descend from the mansion's stairs.

"Pa!" He cried out, and pushed his stubby four-year old legs into action, crashing his blonde head into his father's stomach as he tripped over himself.

"You shouldn't run, Victor," Ciel scolded him, but lifted him into the air, where the boy squealed his delight.

Putting his son back on the earth the Earl dug into his pocket and drew out a mask. It was one that would only cover from the wearer's nose to their forehead. White, with small protrusions off the ends, the tips of which were painted black.

He handed it to his daughter. Sarah looked it over in fascination.

"Thank-you Father..." She muttered, unsure what to say.

"Quite."

He turned to the butler.

"Sebastian, where is the other thing?"

From his own pocket Sebastian produced a chess piece, the king.

"Right here my lord."

Ciel took the piece and placed it in Victor's hand.

"When you're older you must learn this game Victor, as I'm sure your older self will love games as much as you do today."

The young boy looked at the piece, and Sarah could practically see the gears turning in his young mind, wondering how a simple wooden item could be a game. But Victor put the thing nicely in his pocket.

The Earl patted his head and proceeded to the grand front doors of the mansion.

"Mey-Rin, you and Finni unload the carriage please." Sebastian ordered.

"Yes," Mey-rin replied, and pushed Victor towards Sarah.

"If you could escort your brother inside mistress,"

Sarah took her brother's fingers in her fist.

"Sure Mey-rin. I'll send Finni out to help you too."

"Thank you very much mistress."

Sarah nodded and lead her brother back into their home.

Sarah lay on her bed and took the mask in her hands.

Compared to the other things her father had brought back to her this item was mundane and ordinary.

"Why would father find this so interesting that he would give it to me?" She wondered aloud.

Her father would never gift her with something that he did not find important. It was the way he was; there was not a thing in this manor that did not have a purpose.

Examining the thing more closely she noticed a dark red splotch on one of the black tips. Squinting at it she struggled to find any other anomalies on the mask in the fading evening light.

"Dinner is ready young mistress." Sarah jumped, the mask flying out of her hands and onto her bed.

"Sebastian! You startled me!"

The black clad man bowed.

"I do apologize, my lady."

The girl pouted, but slid off her bed and started out the doorway, deliberately forgetting her shoes and stockings.

Sebastian sighed.

"Why are you making it so hard for your father to turn you into a proper lady, mistress..."

She shrugged, closing her eyes and tipping her chin up haughtily.

"I see no need too. If the servants do their jobs right then my feet should be clean no matter where I place my feet." And raising a naked foot she took a giant step out into the hallway, Sebastian closing the door behind her.

Just outside the dining room she paused, and turned to face the butler, many years curiosity manifesting in that moment.

"Sebastian, where does father go when he leaves us for so long?"

Sebastian's head dipped to meet her eyes, hazel eyes that, if you saw them from the corner of your vision, looked eerily red, meeting hers.

"I think you will soon know."

Sarah frowned. "What do you-"

But he pushed open the doors, and smiled.

"I think we should be going. Even my dinners are less tasty when served cold."