Hello! This is my first fanfic so please tell me what you think. The story is set about maybe a hundred years before Sebastian contracted with Ciel although he will eventually have the same name. This fic does have an OC in it, but please don't shove it aside because of that fact.
Depending on how well this story goes, I already have a sequel planned out, with Sebastian contracted to Ciel. Anyways, please enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji nor do I own Sebastian-chan...or at least not yet anyways.
Feet pounding against sodden ground.
Heavy, irregular breaths.
Blind panic.
Pain.
Shadowed trees were nothing but a smudge of green and brown at the edge of my tunneling vision. Marred and callused feet suddenly found the desire to burst with crimson liquid. This was nothing but an arduous game of cat and mouse. This time, however, I hadn't the pleasure of being the cat. The darkness seemed to stretch towards me like greedy hands.
What remained of the sunlight shown through a break in the trees, with what adrenaline-filled energy I had left, I desperately ran towards the welcoming daylight. Shouting, sounding distant and close all at once, resonated from the sinister gloom behind me. The world seemed to slow.
I wasn't going to make it.
Freedom, just within my grasp, would just disappear again.
No. No…no.
All hopes crushed, I burst from the malevolent forest, relishing in the evening sun. My lungs were gasping for any sort of air available. I couldn't stop. If I stopped running now, they would catch me. Longingly looking at a shady spot under an oak, I trudged forward, constantly checking the shadows and freezing in absolute horror that I had been caught.
Time seemed to crawl and I eventually found myself giving slowly into my tired whims and dreams of a good night's rest. Abandoning my survival instincts, I collapsed under the canopy of a seemingly ancient tree. I would just rest my eyes for a moment. Purple eyes fluttering closed, I struggled against unconsciousness. Of course, I lost.
Croak.
What was that?
Croak.
A frog? What would a frog be doing here?
Croak.
No…much too hoarse for a frog.
Croak.
Realization hit me. It was a raven's cry! Wait a minute…
My eyes shot open, flickering around like a spooked cat. It was dawn and I hadn't been found during the night? A cocky grin formed on my face at my good fortune.
Croak.
Scrutinizing the trees and shadows, I spotted a rather clever looking raven.
"So, is there a reason you woke me up?" I rasped my question, having slight expectations of a reply. Of course there was no reply for I was talking to a frickin feathered animal. This fact made me temporarily question my sanity. Looking away, I let out a weighty sigh and jumped when the raven replied in a croaking manner.
"Oh dear. Seems like I really am off my rocker." I frowned at this information but it wasn't necessarily shocking. I had anticipated it happening years ago. The bird seemed to chuckle at this and I raised an eyebrow.
"Stupid bird. I would've been much happier being one of those insane people who don't realize their insane." Glaring, I stood up. "Now shoo."
It blinked as if to refuse.
"…Shoo." I repeated.
Croak.
"Shoo, you dullard of a bird!"
Again, it simply blinked. I frowned.
"Fine. Do as you wish." Huffing, I glanced at the rock-strewn ground warily. Wriggling my blister spotted toes, I contemplated risking getting caught and walking on my shredded feet. Sadly, the latter sounded more appealing, although agonizing.
Biting my tongue and bracing myself for pain, soft and malice-laced whispered reached my ears. Brushing it off as nothing, I continued my pain prepping.
Ha…haha….HAHAHAHA!
I felt as if my veins had turned to ice. That laugh.
Had they finally reached me?
Mind instantly going blank, I took off sprinting without a second though about my now bloodied feet. Seemingly distant now, I heard the flapping wings as a sign of departure for a certain raven. Shaking those distracting thoughts out of my head, I continued my mad dash for freedom.
I felt my lungs, tired out from the run last night, once again demanded the air that I had forgotten to inhale. My legs insisted on stopping and my weary mind was tempted to acquiesce. I couldn't submit to being dragged back to that place…not after getting close enough to taste freedom. No. I refused to let that happen.
A feeling of iniquity crashed over me like a wave and a shadow crossed overhead before the dreadful feeling of wickedness disappeared altogether. Stopping, I looked around, searching for some clue that I wasn't just imagining my good luck.
Smiling and beginning to walk again at a more leisurely pace, I strode from the partially concealing shade of the canopy of trees that lined the dirt path.
Ha…haha
I glanced around nervously…he went away, didn't he? He must have…the laughing is probably just my imagination.
Hehehe
Rustling sounded from the shadowed bushes parallel to me and once again, like a frightened mouse, I took off again. I resisted the urge to cry out in pain from running on my maimed feet.
Oh God. I'm going to die, aren't I? Someone up there sure must be holding a grudge against me. That's just my luck, isn't it?
Hehehe…Over here~
My blue-gray haired head turned to face the voice, the world seemed to slow and blur all at once. Only a few things registered in my mind at that moment; first, that a razor-sharp object was coming at me at full-force, second, that I was most likely going to die right here by a freaking crazy person and lastly that I had the worst luck in history.
It almost seemed funny, I mean-
Croak.
Vision snapping back into focus at the sound of a raven, I noticed that the sword was but a hardly any inches remained between me and the sword. Geez, what a stupid way to go. I won't even get a funeral because no one knows about Charity Allete Devereaux.
Chuckling reached my ears and I was swept off my feet by a tall, dark man. And no, I am soo not kidding.
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