A/N: Hi guys, so I'm rewriting this with the help of my *new* beta, Princess-Of-Hounds. This is for her!
Sebastian was walking the grounds to collect the horses when a young woman stumbled into his life. Her hair and clothes were in disarray, and she looked confused. He ran at demon speed, holding her up by the front of her top.
"Who are you, and what are you doing walking in private grounds?" he hissed at her in a threatening manner. She stared defiantly back at him.
"I should be asking you that. My family has been in possession of this property for generations," she warned.
"You are a Phantomhive?" he asked, his grip loosening slightly, but there nonetheless. She lets out a single laugh.
"You are kidding me now. I know it. The Phantomhives died hundreds of years ago, the youngest, Ciel, died in the late 19th century if I remember correctly. My family, the Midfords, then inherited the house, as my ancestor, Elizabeth, took over, being his fiancée and nearest relative. I'm Lady Faith Midford. I believe Elizabeth made her husband take her name. The rest of my ancestors are male. So why are you asking if I'm a Phantomhive?" she asked. She looked defiantly up at him, and his glare deepened.
"I think you are joking with me.I do not think my young master would appreciate being referred to as dead.Who are you, really?" he questioned again. She wrinkled up her nose in disgust.
"Lady. Faith. Bloody. Midford. Like I just told you!" she yelled.
"What is going on here?" Came a young, male voice from the side.
"There is a woman here claiming that she is the descendant of Elizabeth Midford," Sebastian replied, not looking at him.
"Lizzie? But that's impossible; she's only 13, like me."
"That's what I told her. She also says that you are supposedly dead."
Ciel turned to Faith.
"Who are you? Really?"
"My name is Faith, I prefer Fay. I'm also known as Lady Midford of this manor. Why are you here?" Fay asked him.
"I am Lord Ciel Phantomhive, and you are mistaken," replied Ciel.
"Sebastian, Is there anything to support her claims?"
Sebastian focused on the girl. Around her, he couldn't sense anything, so he took a chance and delved deeper- into her mind. This would take a lot of energy, but he was under orders. She jumped back.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!" she yelled, hand on her head. Sebastian frowned, it was impossible for her to have felt that, but she had. He felt it then, hitting him. It radiated from her at such a rate, impossible for a woman- at least of his time. He felt the power, and realized.
"She is from the future. That is enough support for the claims- she thought you were dead because, in a hundred years or so, you shall be, my lord."
"Perhaps even in one year or so"his mind added. He daren't say it aloud, however.
"Wait, wait, back up here. What the hell do you mean 'in a hundred or so years'? You talk like, I don't know, I've traveled back in time, which, by the way, is impossible. Perhaps I should take you to a mental hospital, get you checked out?"
Sebastian looked at her as she spoke. She looked, well, angry. He took this time to examine her features, letting her rant. She had pale skin, green eyes and black hair. She had a thin frame, but seemed ready to kill anyone who went against her. And now she was yelling at his young master about mucking up her garden. He went and picked her up by the collar, before looking to Ciel.
"Young Master, what should I do with her?" he asked.
"Take her to a room and leave her with Mey-Rin to calm her down."
"Yes, my young lord," Sebastian left with a slight bow, a screaming, kicking girl in tow.
