"Mum! Mum where are you?!" Called out the voice of a small girl. Her dark hair and violet eyes barely visible through the smoke. Everywhere she looked there was something on fire. Unaware of where it began, she didn't care as panic seeped into her heart.
"Kimmy! Run!" She heard her mother's voice but refused to do as told. She bolted for the sound of her mother, managing to dodge falling wood that flamed. Fire licking at her arms and legs that remained bare as she was wearing her nightgown.
"Mum! Mum!" She called out again, bursting into the room her mother had called out to her from. What she saw was a horrific sight, blood splattering all over the walls and the floors and her wounded mother leaning against the wall across the room. A man she had never seen before held out a large scythe and glowered at her, smirking with triumph, "you know what you've done wrong," he snarled, smirking when he saw Kimberly entering the room. "Oh how cute, curiosity killed the cat, you know~" he said, stalking towards her.
Kimberly stood there like a deer in headlights and gasped when he picked her up by the back of her nightgown. She struggled, kicking and punching at random, swinging everywhere she could to try and achieve her goal to get away from the strange man, "no! Let me go! Mummy! Help!" She cried out, the eight year old child crying for her mother who was far too weak to move. She continued to put up a fight until the poor thing was thrown across the room into the wall.
Every muscle in her body already ached from the smoke clouding her lungs, the flames having burned her skin and now they threatened to engulf her. Hitting the wall made a wall shatter and she let out another cry, slumping to the ground as she watched her mother charge for the man, though much slower than she would normally be. She slashed at the man with a sword, missing him because of his speed and he appeared behind her, a glowing green dagger in his hand rather than his scythe. He pulled her to him and whispered something in her ear before slitting her throat. She watched her mother falling to the ground, her eyes wide with fear as she screamed out for her mother.
Everything went black after that, the small angelic little girl found herself standing over her mother's dead body and the sight of blood pooling around her caused her knees to give way and she fell to the ground, tears rushing down her cheeks. When she moved her hands to shake her, wanting to wake her, she noticed she already had blood on her hand, her legs, her arms, even in her hair. Confused, the going girl looked around to find the man from before dead and slumped against the ground. She gasped sharply, unknowing whether it was she who killed him, or if she was merely a witness to his death.
Scared, she began to shake her mother more furiously, "mum! Mummy!" She cried out, "wake up, mum! Wake up! We have to go!" She cried out, seeing the flames beginning to engulf the room. She cried harder, choking on sobs and smoke when her mother's body didn't move or make any signs of being alive. She looked up into the mirror across the room and couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her features were sharper, she no longer looked like the cute eight year old Phantomhive girl. Her once soft violet eyes had hardened to a blacker color, her black hair was soaked with blood. Worst of all, she noticed the pure white nightgown she wore was bloodied beyond belief and burnt around the edges, causing it to fray and shorten considerably. She no longer had ears, but what seemed to be animal ears, and what seemed to be a tail. She gasped, lifting her hand to feel one of them only to find that it was real.
She could hear voices down the hall, men from the sounds of it, and only one was familiar.
"Daddy! Daddy come quick!" She cried out, not wanting to leave her mother's side in fear that she might still be alive, though knew deep down she was never coming back. Before long, men with masks burst into the room. The flames seemed to engulf the man slumped against the wall because he was no longer there. The men ran to her, picking her up and forcing a mask over her face and then another picked up her mother. She didn't know who they were but they ran her out of the house, out of the fire and into the crisp nighttime air.
"Oh Kimmy!" A man's voice was heard and Kimberly immediately was allowed into his arms, her father, Vincent Phantomhive, held her close to his chest, pulling the mask off and kissing all over her face, obviously relieved his daughter had made it. The ears and tail must have disappeared along with her black eyes because no one said anything about it. She clung to her father, who held her close to him, as they both watched men taking her mother away. She knew she would never be back, and that reality brought tears to her eyes, she missed her mother already. But she knew now, she had to protect her father. She had to protect her family. It is what she would have wanted.
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