If you made it this far, then that means my summary was successful and I convinced you to read the first chapter of my story. Thanks for stopping by, and with luck, you'll enjoy this small starter prologue. If not.. Then I still managed to make you open this up, so HUZZAH!
"But I don't want to spend a decade with my father," a young girl whined to her mother, picking off a white rose's fluffy petal. Natasha was a child of sixty, in demon years that made her prepubescent. They were both wearing similar white dresses, lounging peacefully at the edge of an obscure lake, somewhere in India.
Dark magenta colored eyes narrowed at her, "He hasn't seen you since you turned forty, I think it'd be good for you to stay with him for a while. That obviously implies a list of requirements I will make for you in the meantime. Learn as much as you can from Sebastian and as soon as you think you're ready to come home, I'll test you on everything you've learned." She let out a small chuckle, "Besides, your sisters have been dying to take you shopping for English clothes."
"My half-sisters are rowdy and ostentatious," Natasha grumbled. "English clothes? Does that mean he has a contract?"
Her mother gave her a sly grin, "Learn from him."
"Father's so boring when he's involved with a contract, Mother! Can't I go when he's finished?"
"I've heard he's in service to an earl.. Earl Ciel Phantomhive, to be exact. The human works as his queen's 'guard dog'. I'm not sure what that means, but he's a very prominent character in English nobility. Your father serves as his loyal and dutiful butler."
Natasha burst out laughing, "How degrading! My father, a butler." As she tried to sober up, she asked, "Father's worked for nobility before, what difference does this earl make? You mentioned more than just his name, that's unusual.. Is Ciel Phantomhive something special?"
"I could tell you," her mother teased, "But I'd rather have you find out for yourself."
The younger girl's stomach growled, "I'm hungry, can we go back home? I guarantee you that Hana has some yummy food prepared."
"The humans will be approaching soon, don't be impatient. And also, Hana is on vacation. I think she deserves it, she works in our household far too much."
"That's because I'm there all the time. She loves children, doesn't she, Mother? I wish she would have some."
Her mother caressed her cheek, "She wants to find her mate before producing any offspring. Hana has the same morals I did when I was her age."
Their conversation was cut short when they began to hear the shouts of Indian men carrying weapons. The glow of their lanterns and torches illuminated the small forest. They were hunting for a demon and heading straight towards them.
"Just as we planned, my little demon?"
Natasha screamed bloody murder, and threw herself limp into her mother's awaiting arms. "Over there!" One of them men yelled to his comrades, "The demon!"
As they approached, a man gasped, "It's a woman. She's beautiful!"
He was slapped on the back of the head, "Look at what she's holding. She has killed a child. See the blood running down her mouth."
As more men caught up, they encircled Natasha and her mother. "I'd never do anything to harm my daughter," she stated, "She's my most beloved treasure, what reason would I have to kill her?"
"You're not her mother! What mother would drink the blood of her child? Put her down, demon!"
Her eyes glinted with humor, "If I do.. Then you'll all die." Her hands loosened on the child's small body, "But if you insist." She knelt down and put Natasha on her feet. She swayed back, stumbling into her mother.
"The child is still alive! Kill the demon!" Someone from the back of the group yelled, "Kill the demon! Save the child!"
"I warned you."
She planted a tender kiss on Natasha's forehead and whispered, "If you get even the smallest speck of blood on your pretty dress, there will be severe consequences waiting for you at home."
Hopefully this story doesn't turn out to be a fail.. Anyways, I have the next chapter done already, I'm just doing some last-minute edits. I don't have anyone to edit my shit, and I don't really want one, so 'grammar Nazis'.. Suck it up por favor.