I DO NOT OWN PRECIOUS KUROSHITSUJI

I am sorry if there are any mistakes I highly doubt that there will be any seeing as I read my story ten times before I publish but this thing kinda deletes some words for some reason and it erks me when I read my story off of here so ill try to fix any mistakes if I make any and if you guys have any ideas to make my story please let me know so I can make it the best it can be :)

I ONLY OWN SKARLET, jeje that sounds funny...

Chapter 1:

It was mid-November and the weather was rather cold, what you would probably expect from Alaska. The sun was nowhere in sight just how I liked it. I was sitting outside on the second step leading to my front door. The snow wasn't as heavy today as it usually was this time of year. I usually felt cold and isolated, but today I felt a bit warm and somewhat content. My midnight black hair covered my pale face and fell in front of my light green eyes. I sighed as this seemed to happen way too often, it was so quiet my small house was secluded. Sort of hidden which was very convenient, even if there weren't many people who lived here, I didn't like to hear alot of people it would remind me too much of home. Obviously I don't really enjoy home.

I stood up and brushed the snow off my black T-shirt and black skinny jeans. It was beginning to get dark and staring at the snow for almost an hour and a half made me bored and strangley tired. I went inside and walked passed my small living room, and medium sized kitchen to my bedroom. I felt dirty even though I had a shower this morning and didn't do much but listen to music on my laptop and sit outside all day.

My bedroom consisted of a small dresser with six drawers, a desk with a computer on it, a desk chair and a full size bed with plain black sheets and two pillows to match. I sighed at my plain room, it looked perfect like it was never touched, like a display in a museum. There was no dust or anything out of place. It made me feel a bit lonely to look at my room, or house in general, I layed on my bed knowing that when I got up I would make myself fix it. I closed my eyes and tried to remember how it was before I moved here when I was eighteen. Flashes of my big brother and big sister appeared into my mind. They were laughing, and smiling. I frowned as I remembered why I ever saw them laugh or smile in front of me. They were laughing at me, making fun of me. My sisters light brown hair swayed in front of her face as she laughed at my brother mocking me, their icy blue eyes in synchronization. I shook my head vigorously as I tried to make the images go away. But when they did go away I saw another face, this one not smiling.

It was my dads face, it seemed as if everytime he looked at me he wanted me to go away. He was dissapointed in me even though I finished high school early when I was barely turning seventeen. I had snakebites at this time, at that time he looked especially dissapointed in me, because of this I replaced what I thought were lovely lip peircings with a less visible one to see if he would ease up. I traded them with a tounge piercing. When I did, I didn't tell him which wasn't out of the ordinary seeing as we never spoke. I remember coming home one day after work when I was about seventeen after work seeing all my belongings burnt to a crisp on the front porch. I walked inside with confusion and panic in my eyes. I went into the living room to find my dad with burnt marks all over his body, he was watching football with his legs crossed with a beer in his hand. I looked at him expecting an explanation, but he didn't look at me,in fact he acted as if I wasn't there. I stormed out of that house not really sure of where to go. I had no friends, my brother and sister would laugh at me and I never knew my mom. I walked to my grandmas house of whom I had a better relationship with than my so called father, and I never looked back. Sometimes I regretted it, but then I would remember what it was like to be around him and I felt much better.

I turned over on my bed feeling a tear stream down my face. I quickly wiped it away. I didn't want to feel self pity, it wouldn't help a thing. I got up from my bed and fixed it, as it was a bit wrinkled. I walked to my dresser and opened the third drawer down. I saw four rows of perfectly folded oversized T-shirts. I pulled one out and opened the top drawer and pulled out an obviously plain black booty underwear. Even living in Alaska I got hot at night, so I just slept in a T-shirt and underwear. I walked to my bathroom, and placed my clothes on the shiny white bathroom sink. I looked in the mirror and half smiled. I think I'm exceptable. I thought to my self. I took my clothes off and turned the water all the way up, hoping it would be at least not too cold. I stepped in slowly expecting the cold water that surely came. I felt coool water rush over me and I shivered. I felt my nipples perk up and I placed my hands over my rather large breasts to try to warm myself up. I grabbed the body soap and quickly washed my body. Then I grabbed my two-in-one shampoo and conditioner and washed my hair quickly. I ran my fingers down my waist long dark hair to try to rinse off the soap as fast as possible. I turned the water off and grabbed my warmth wielding towel and dried myself. I got my lotion and ran a couple pumps all over my body. I grabbed my T-shirt and slipped it on over my head without bothering to put a bra on, it was alot more comfortable to sleep that way. I then grabbed my underwear and slid them on I straightened the bathroom up and walked out of the bathroom.

I walked over to my computer and went on to my music playlist and put on 'When You Can't Sleep At Night' by Of Mice and Men. I giggled because I had a hard time falling asleep at night. I crawled in bed and hugged the pillow that wasn't being used. I listened to the song and quickly drifted to sleep.

I awoke to a cool breeze that didn't feel right. I heard a mumble on my right side and abruptly sat up. When I sat up I found myself looking at a man, a rather handsome man, with glowing red eyes and dark hair around his beautiful pale face, he was looking at me intently like he'd been staring at me for a while. I was inches away from his face and scooted away frantically.I felt panic rise up in me and I started to hypervenalate.

"Where the hell am I?!" I exclaimed in a raspy voice. I hadn't spoken in a while and it took a small toll on my speach. I looked around me noticing I wasn't in my room. I wrapped my arms around myself and looked at the man who hadn't moved an inch since I woke up in horror, he was begining to look like a statue. I tried to calm down since panicking would do no good.

"Where am I?" I said again in a small whisper.