A/N: I'd first off like to say, thank you for visiting my story! This is just a fun thing my friends and I have been working on for a few months, and they forced me to post it on FanFiction. So please, just take the chance and at least read this chapter? Pwease?

The second thing I'd like to say is that this is a really slow moving story. It will be incredibly long (considering it's an entire third season fit into one story) so exciting things will not happen in the very first chapter. All of the previous characters in the Kuroshitsuji series (Ciel, Sebastian, ALois, Claude, Grell, etc.) will be included and/or mentioned. So don't think this is entirely OC's!

Yes, there will be yaoi (between whom I cannot say) but don't feel like this is going to be lame because it starts off with a female character! There are plenty of new, lovable (and sometimes hate-able) characters to discover, so don't just stop at the very beginning!

Lastly, this will be a realistic story in terms of historical occurrences and culture, so there will at least be some interesting facts and what-not! (I did more research for this than I do for my schoolwork) many aspects of the Kuroshitsuji world will be kept intact, so little should be out of place (other than the things I make up in order for this to work.)

So, without further ado, please enjoy the first chapter of my FanFiction, Black Butler III.


Black Butler III

Chapter 1: Memory

Victoria Westchester, nine years old, was born in Birmingham England. She often traveled all across Europe – whether it for pleasure or family business. Her father was a count, but it always eluded others in the noble society as to why. The Westchesters always appeared to simply be a ludicrously rich household, but their location was unknown of. Of all the estates across England, not one was in the name of Westchester. Victoria, however, knew exactly why they were labeled as nobles.

Daniel, Count of Westchester, was a judge for the court. Unlike most judges who look over trivial robberies, financial disputes, and murders, Victoria's father was one who reviewed serious homicide cases and kidnappings that were undercover from the public ears. There are always two who are in the shadow of the throne, working for Queen Victoria to keep England's underworld in control. The Westchesters and the Phantomhives always kept in touch for these reasons. Both are very close to the Queen due to these circumstances, and each other for that matter. Over the years they might have become more distant, but the earl and count of both households always contacted each other anyway.

Daniel never revealed any information of the underworld to either Victoria or Alice, his wife, but did, however, discuss issues with his eldest child, Lucas. Lucas at the time was seventeen and had begun learning about judging so that he, too, could eventually take on the family name and be the next Eagle to the throne. Even so, mischievous little Victoria would sometimes put her ear against the door of the recreation room, listening in on her father and brother's conversations.

She heard her father say between huffs on his cigarette to Lucas, "The guard dogs catch the culprit, we overlook the case. It takes two to keep the peace in England, two to be in the darkness of the throne's shadow so that the Queen may be in the light. Remember that, Lucas."

The rest was unheard because her mother called her to help her with dinner. True, nobles were never to make their own food – nonetheless know where their kitchen was located in their estate – however, the Westchesters, unlike the Phantomhives, lived low. They owned no estate, they ran no companies. Their wealth was made by Daniel's judging – he was paid large amounts of money with every case, though there may be few – but they did not live in a fancy estate or a large mansion. No, they lived in a small house in a low-end neighborhood. They had minimal rooms, did their own chores, and ran everything themselves.

Just weeks before Victoria's birthday, Daniel was to go to America to evaluate a case where the captive was held in Pennsylvania. Victoria was very reluctant to let her father be gone for her tenth birthday. Having loved his daughter and the rest of his family very much, Daniel allowed them to accompany him on his trip. The three of them were thrilled to be able to see the new country and experience the different culture. Victoria could hardly wait as their boat was pulling into the dock on a seaside city.

The four of them toured the great city, tasting the cuisine, watching magnificently portrayed plays in the finest theaters. The night before Daniel's trial, the night before Victoria's birthday, they attended an opera late in the evening. The show was wonderful and Victoria thoroughly enjoyed it, despite its extensive length. What came after, however, was what forever ended the young noble's happiness.

Victoria clung to her mother and brother's hands as they left the theater. The carriage was just a block down, so Daniel decided to take them through a shortcut. It was dark, but the streetlights illuminated most of the alleyway.

They were approached from behind – they had no way of anticipating the tall man that lifted the gun to them from behind. The cloaked figure gave no warning as he shot her father square in the chest. Mother whipped her head around, taking one second too long to register what happened. An ear-piercing screech escaped her lips just before she was impaled twice – once in the chest and shoulder. Alice fell to the ground next to her husband, instantly dead.

Victoria was in a pure state of shock, unable to move, or even breath, as her parents were killed in a matter of mere seconds. She stared at the man's covered face, which was then blocked from her view by the pistol's barrel directed at her head. Her eyelids slackened and a tear ran down her face as she awaited the bullet to pass through her. As the loud bang sounded, echoing off the alleyway she stood in, Victoria was surprised when she felt no pain. She forced her eyes open to a most disturbing scene.

In front of her was the blood stained back of her brother, his arms reached out to either side of him protectively. Victoria regained her ability to take in oxygen and she breathed intensely as Lucas stumbled to the stone path, a bullet deep in his abdomen. Tears ran uncontrollably down her ivory cheeks as she watched the man prepare to shoot again.

Victoria was certain she was next, she was sure she was to die, but the sound of a police siren resonated in the stale, winter night. He hesitated, considering the girl, before dropping his hand and running off. Victoria's eyes followed him until he disappeared, then she immediately dropped to her knees beside her brother. She turned him over, and he looked up at her, a pained expression in his eyes, red painting his white shirt, and light brown hair loosely sprawling over his soft face. She swallowed the lump in her throat and gently touched his hand.

"L-Lucas?" She asked in a quiet voice. He gave his sister a small smile

"Victoria." he hoarsely whispered, weaving his cold fingers with hers.

"Lucas… why?" she cried.

"Why wouldn't I? You're my favorite little sister; I love you more than life itself." He chuckled before coughing up blood, spraying it on his pale lips. He struggled to reach into his pocket, but managed and took out a silver heart locket. She watched as he placed it in her hand. "It was for you're birthday, but I'll give it to you now." She gazed at it through teary eyes and opened it to look inside. One half of it contained a picture of Lucas, while the other was blank. "That picture is of me. The other is for the man who will love you the second most." He coughed up more scarlet blood, brought his other hand to her nose, and pricked the tip of it with his finger like he always did before leaving the house. It was his way of saying goodbye. His skin left hers as his arm limply dropped to the ground, eyes hollow, smile sorrow.

Victoria sat silently for what seemed like hours for her, gazing at the three still figures spread out before her. Suddenly something clicked inside her as the siren grew louder. She knew she had to leave, had to escape before the police came and took her away. She had to find the man, she just had to. The girl wiped her tears away and shakily stood, abandoning her family to sprint down into the darkness.

Although she was only ten, she was seething with anger. Most young girls would be heartbroken, cradling their mothers and denying the fact that anything happened at all. But Victoria was different. She was sad, of course, but she wanted to kill the man, wanted him to kill her more than anything. Her family was dead, and she had nothing left to live for. She ran for several minutes, winding through numerous streets and dirt paths, but she still didn't stop, even when the city broke out into the woods. She wanted him dead. She wanted to die. She wanted revenge. She wanted to humiliate. She wanted to end it all. She wanted a lot of things, and Victoria wouldn't stop until she got them all.

Deep in the forest, through thick trees and roots, she finally tripped and fell to the dirt. Victoria lifted her exhausted body, only to fall again. She repeated this several times before she collapsed against the trunk of a pine, tears streaming unconsciously down her face as she clutched desperately at her knees, nails digging into the flesh.

"Help me," she screamed into the empty night "I don't care whom, just help me!"

She buried her face into her lap, ignoring the nearby howl. If some wolf were to make her its next meal, she would do nothing to stop it. She only cried, howling herself into the thick cloth of her dress.

"You called?" asked a voice. Victoria darted my head up to see a gleaming wolf with glowing pink eyes in front of her. She furrowed her eyebrows and stood, her purple dress falling around her quivering legs. "I have to say, you're quite a cutie. What are you doing summoning a demon, Sweetheart?" it said in a low, bittersweet voice. She groaned and swatted her hand out.

"I never summoned a bloody demon! What are talking about, you vile thing?" She yelled, disgusted that such an unholy being was speaking to her. It growled and it's pink eyes boar into her, sending shivers down her spine.

"I would be careful of how you talk to me, Sweetheart, because I could end your sorry little life without even giving it a second thought." She was slightly taken aback, but her pride kept her strong.

"I don't care what happens to me!" She sputtered at the creature before her.

"Oh you don't, now?" it replied.

"No," she sobbed, "I don't! Lucas…Lucas, and Mother and Father, all of them… They didn't deserve to die. I don't care what comes of me; I just want to avenge them! I want to make the one who killed them suffer just as much as I am suffering now!" she threw her arms behind her, struggling to stay on her feet.

The demonic wolf considered her before huffing out in laughter. "I see. You're just my type, Sweetheart. I'll tell you what – how about we form a contract?" it stepped forward, but Victoria didn't retreat. She was quite intrigued by the devil's words.

"What would the terms of this contract be?" she ceased her tears. An odd purring sounded from the animal as it took another step toward her.

"Here are the terms, My Lady. I will help you with your revenge, as well as follow your every order without exception. Now doesn't that sound nice?" it said teasingly. The young noble narrowed her hazel eyes and folded her arms.

"What are your services to be exchanged with?" she asked quietly.

"What a smart little lady you are. I will do all this for you, in exchange for something you no longer value, as I can see."

"What is it, demon?" she anxiously snapped.

"Your soul." He finished. She staggered back, and her breath caught in her throat. Of course, he was right, her empty soul was no longer of any value to her since her life was worthless without her family. Victoria would have nothing left to live for, nothing else to hold on to but revenge. She would be put in a girls' shelter, abused and treated poorly, she would be miserable if she rejected its offer. It was then that she decided.

"I accept the conditions of this covenant. I, Victoria, new Countess of Westchester, command you to help me kill the one who killed my parents and brother, and anyone else involved!" she ordered bravely, no longer afraid. She hadn't the heart or energy to care for her fate.

The wolf chuckled again and in the moonlight, she could faintly see it changing form. It grew taller, larger, more human-like, until it was a man in a jet-black butler's uniform. He had pale, messy, grayish-brown hair, glowing purple eyes, and black nails. He kneeled and placed a hand over his heart before her.

"Yes, My Lady," He said huskily, "Where do you prefer to have our symbol of agreement placed on your body?"

"It matters not where the proof of our contract is to me, so long as it is not obtrusive." She answered.

"But of course, My Lady." Suddenly, a circle with triangles and a pentagram appeared on the back of his hand, and a sharp pain shot to Victoria's right shoulder. She gripped it harshly but did not make a sound. She wouldn't show any pain, wouldn't show weakness. He smirked and looked up at the girl. "Now, Young Mistress, what shall my name be?" She gritted her teeth and looked blurrily into his face through her watery eyes, and he faintly resembled her beloved brother in the dim light. She then knew what to name him.

"You are from now on Lucas Marcellus. Do you understand?" Victoria said in a powerful voice. He got back onto his feet and bowed his head.

"I do, My Lady." He said. The countess felt a great relief and a burst of tiredness, and her knees buckled beneath her. She stumbled a little before Lucas leaped forward and caught her. He linked one arm under her knees and wrapped the other around her back. Her heavy eyelids forced their ways open again and she sleepily hit his chest.

"Don't touch me, you… you…" his smirking face went black as Victoria passed out.

. . .

Victoria, Countess of Westchester, was broken from the recollections of her painful past by an especially harsh jolt on the stone road. She peeled her forehead away from the spot on the window where it struck, turning so that she faced forward, all the while massaging the tender skin. "Lucas, why must we traverse over such a poorly made street?" she questioned the tall man clad in black across from her. He kept an unobstructed gaze on her frowning features, his messy hair falling in his face.

"I apologize for your disliking toward our route, My Lady, but I'm afraid it is the only way to our destination. Unless of course you want to travel an extra three hundred miles by taking a different course." He retorted, finding her angered reaction to be humorous, despite the punishment he will receive.

"Don't be sarcastic, Lucas," the young noble seethed, trying to move her hat back into place. "I'm just tired of this blasted trip." She yawned. Another rough bump in the road caused his mistress to be lifted slightly off her seat, then forced back down. She grunted and held tighter to the leather, wondering how such a poor coachman is accompanying her. Usually, one's butler would be the one in the box seat, but Lucas hasn't let Victoria out of his sight, other than bathing and changing, once throughout the entire three years - or almost three - they have been in a covenant. The girl has often complained about his reluctance to leave her side, but she allows it anyways. She, in fact, willingly gets close to him, just for the comfort of knowing that there's at least one person left in her life.

They've been in America since the incident, wandering several states and territories, seeking any information about her family's deaths. She hasn't a home, or much money – only the amount her parents took with them so – she and her butler have been staying at low quality inns for long periods of time, to conserve as many funds as she can, for her future trip back to London. There is a bank account in her family's name – however, her existence is unknown of throughout the world. The money has sat in a vault for years, waiting for someone to retrieve it.

Just a few months before, while she was reading the morning newspaper, she spotted an article that caught her interest. Normally, the female members of a wealthy household were not allowed to read the daily tabloid due to its violent and rather disturbing editorials that should not be exposed to the innocent eyes of any proper lady. However, Victoria has seen enough to not be bothered by the descriptions of murder and rape cases often printed.

What she read was the first thing to actually make her happy since before the traumatic event in her past. "Boy's Entire Household Slaughtered", was the headline. She read on, her eyes grazing past several informational facts about his family until she found what she was looking for. "A queer bullet was used on the victims- it is unlike any other our researches have seen before. Made of pure titanium steel, this particular piece was thin and hollow. Dr. Bradbury- a guns and ammunitions expert- claims that it might have contained something that is no longer existing inside the shell. A unique design borders the bottom, and small spikes flow in every direction, curving upwards, as if to hook into the potential victim's flesh. Young Michael Angelus, child of the famous architect, Jonathon Angelus, is the single survivor. He is to become baron, which raised questions as to his innocence. Policemen have kept him captive at one of the jails, kept anonymous, in New York City until fur-"

"Lucas," she snaps, throwing the paper onto her sheets as she darted her head in the direction of her butler, who was currently serving her morning tea that a hotel servant had brought in for them. "We are going to New York. I believe I have found a lead in my case."

After Lucas had seen Victoria to safety all those years ago, he returned to the crime scene on her command to collect any evidence that might have been of importance to her. The demon located the bullets easily, and gathered all three small metal pieces to show to his new mistress. "What are they?" her cold voice asked as he presented them to her.

"I'm not entirely certain, My Lady, but they appear to be a variety of ammunition that is not familiar to any human in this time." He emphasized, examining them as closely as the small girl. She looked up at him, hollow eyes narrowing.

"Are you saying it's another bloody demon?" she hissed, disgust in her wavering voice.

"I am not, My Lady. It could be another otherworldly creature, such as a nymph or angel." Lucas closed his fingers around the blood-covered bullets and retracted his hand, Victoria's eyes watching him warily.

"An angel would never do such a thing." She mumbled, remembering the nursery rhymes her mother would sing to her about angels. A chuckle was heard from above and the young countess's eyes flashed with anger as she met the devil's own.

"Oh, you would be surprised how many angels go bad, my dear, sweet, child." He said tauntingly. He still used the same tone with her today, despite her constant disapproval towards it. Just like when he teased her about their trip.

"I understand, My Lady," Lucas replied to her complaint. "Would you be more comfortable on the roof?" Victoria furrowed her eyebrows together at his comment, clenching her fists together.

"How the devil would that be more comfortable? Now stop saying such ridiculous things or you'll be the one riding on the roof." She spat. He smirked gently at her while she was looking away, reveling in her stubborn attitude. She raised her hand to her mouth, taking in a sharp breath of air and releasing it in a long yawn.

"Why don't you try to take a nap when we drive on a more relaxed road, My Lady? It is awfully late, passed your usual bedtime." Lucas advised, reaching forward to fix her hat, in which she was having trouble with earlier. Victoria didn't reject his actions, but kept still and allowed him to adjust her wardrobe. The girl always welcomed his touches, finding them comforting and similar to her dearest brother's embraces.

"I suppose, although I'd much rather stay awake." She uttered, her eyelids obviously becoming heavy as she struggled to keep consciousness, for it was quite late in the night, even early morning.

"But My Lady will need her sleep if she is to have a proper interaction with the baron in the morning." Lucas countered, removing her headpiece and setting it on the seat beside him.

"I am not yet tired enough to slumber." She retorted, kicking her legs back as the other tried to lift her feet to take off her shoes. He smiled devilishly at her, sitting back up and keeping eye contact with her.

"Is that so? Then please, My Lady, name every country in Europe." The slightest twitch of her eye showed as she crossed her legs obstinately.

"Fine." She replied, ignoring the jolts that swayed her from side-to-side. "Russia, France, Ukraine, Spain, Sweden, Norway…" she closed her eyes tightly, bringing her hand to her mouth to block her yawn, though the demon could sense her exhaustion. "Germany, Poland, Norway, Finland, Italy, England…" by this point he had lifted both feet and removed her brass-buckle heels, also placing them beside himself. "Romania, Greece, Belarus, Bul-…Austral-Austria, Denmark, Hungary…" she struggled to remember all the names, in spite of having recited them dozens of times before. Lucas waited patiently for his mistress to continue, before her tight eyelids slackened and her head dropped forward. He smiled knowingly at his method of making Victoria fall asleep. Instead of counting sheep, my dear, witty mistress names countries, he thought to himself, resisting chuckling at the orphaned girl.

Once he was sure she was asleep, he gently maneuvered her body so that she was lying, curled up, on the seat, her head rested in her arms. Lucas sat, contented, watching the small chest of the countess slowly rise and fall and her occasional stir in her sleep. Leaning over, he turned the knob on the lantern hanging above them until only a dim light illuminated the girl's silhouette.


A/N: All right! First chapter down. Yes, yes, you probably didn't read through the whole thing, but to those who did, I congratulate you for managing to not exit back and find something else! If you enjoyed this so far, then please review. If not, please review anyways to tell me what you thought, as long as it isn't completely rude. I really want to know what people think! Tell me if you want to read more! Thank you for reading –bows-.