Heartless, pt. 1: A Death Beyond Death

Finding a case that not even the great Ciel Phantiomhive can solve is difficult...very difficult. He is always utilizing the assistance of that demon butler, Sebastian Michaelis. And how would I know about Sebastian being a demon? Why, as Lady Evalene Phantomhive, I have the right to know! I am Ciel's younger twin sister. I normally keep to myself and am silent. I'm usually around Ciel only when I'm involved in his case and am required to do what Sebastian can't, like the time I was decoy in Ciel's stead during the Ripper Case. Auntie Red couldn't even hint a difference. Long hair or not, mine and Ciel's face are identical; perfect copies. Even the way our eyes shine are the same sapphire blue gleam.

Like Ciel, after the manor burned down, I was taken and chained, but for a different reason. I was to sit and watch my brother be marked and tortured. As I watched him suffer, I thought about our lives. I thought about how I was always forgotten and left to myself. Why? Because Ciel was heir to the Phantomhive name! I was just someone he shared a birthday with. I thought of who I was to become in life. I didn't see much there. Then, I remembered I was now the only other Phantomhive left; Ciel's only relative; his only family. I couldn't do anything to save my brother; I could only scream his name as they hurt him. Then,he came; the demon butler. He wouldn't normally contract with two people at once, let alone two people under the same last name. But he did this time. He marked me on my neck, on the right side. Ciel, he cursed, marking his eye, possibly the worst thing Sebastian had ever done to him. And it should've been the only harm he'd ever done to Ciel.

As you can see, no matter how horribly Ciel treats me, I'm still his sister and he is still my brother. Everything would be fine, if only Ciel didn't get into trouble every now and then. I remember walking past Ciel's study on my way to bed once, hearing Sebastian say, "That was dangerous, Young Master. You could've killed yourself." Hearing those words, I...I couldn't bear it. I ran into the room, screaming, "Ciel! Ciel! Ciel!" I was one of the very few people he didn't push away when they hugged him.

"E-Evie! What's wrong?!" It's nice to know he cares. He wouldn't harm me, unless I annoyed him. For example, like the time I called him a coward. He smacked me across the face for that. Later that evening, after not seeing my at dinner, he knocked on my bedroom door.

"Evie?" he said. "Evie, open the door." He pounded on the door, that impatient boy. I unlocked the door and he stopped. As I opened the door slowly, I hid my tear-stained face behind the door. Ciel scared me. I was always weaker than him, yet he claimed that I was better than him in everything.

"Ciel, I'm sorry I called you 'afraid' and 'scared'. I shouldn't have said it." He walked into the room and turned to look at me. His pride was trying to get the best of him.

"No, I shouldn't have hit you. That was ruse of me." There. That was the Compassionate Ciel only I ever saw and heard from. "You were just trying to help me and I...I lost it." Sebastian walked in at that moment. What a rude and interrupting demon!

"Ah, my lady, are you feeling better?" I sort of hid behind Ciel.

"Yes, I am."

"Would you like some supper? I have some with me."

"What is it, Sebastian?!" Ciel blurted out.

"Young Master, what are you doing in the lady's room?" Ciel was fuming.

"Ciel, do calm down," I requested. "I don't like it when you're angry. It...it scares me." I was looking down at my feet now.

"It seems only Lady Evalene can calm you instantly, Master."

"Sebastian," I said. "Please, could you leave the supper here and return to your duties? It would mean so much to me." He looked at me and bowed.

"As you wish, my lady." He brought a cart in and left the room. I turned to Ciel, kissed him on the cheek, as a sister would, and said, "Good night, Ciel. I'll see you in the morning?"

"Yes, of course." And with that, he left. Poor Ciel. At such a young age, he had witnessed so much death. He saw our parents burn to death. And that was a death beyond death to him.