What's up peoples!? This is my first story, so any recommendations are appreciated. I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammatical errors. The main character will not be described so that it is easier to put yourself in her place. Feel free to imagine her in any way you like. Also, while this is a Kuroshitsuji fan fiction, most occupants of the Phantomhive household may not appear. Sebby will though!
Sebastian: Why thank you.
Snowyneko(me): Sure thing, sweetie.;) The grim reapers might make an appearence as well.
Grell: Did you hear that, Bassy!? We're gonna be costars! You'll be the prince, coming to sweep me off my feet and wake me with a kiss! *tries to kiss Sebastian*
Snowyneko: I never said that! *rips Grell from Sebastian*
Snowyneko: And he's mine!
Grell: Fine! Snowneko does not own any of the characters from Black Butler, and that includes my Bassy!
Snowyneko: *sticks out tongue*
These days, there are soldiers everywhere. They're at every Catholic's door, dragging them off to prison and possible execution. Our little village has escaped that horrible plague. Until now.
Fires rage through the streets as the roman soldiers chop down the fighting rebels. By now, a lucky few have probably already fled. We're planning to as well, as soon as we load the farm animals into the back of the wagon. My twin sister and I herd the goats towards our parents, who pick 'em up and put 'em in the wagon.
A sudden pounding on the door startles us.
"We have to go, NOW!" I grab Mary's arm and climb into the back of the wagon. Father whacks the horse and it begins to trot after giving us a snort in response. Suddenly, Mary jumps off.
"Wait!" she cries, grabbing a kid into her arms. The cart continues on, but I stretch my hand out to assist her. To my horror, its then that the soldiers kick down the door.
I abandon my way to freedom without wavering and rush to her side. Armored hands grasp us roughly from behind to tow us away.
"Nooo!" I catch a glimpse of Mother struggling against Father to get to us. Then she's gone. I wrench free from the soldier holding me and latch onto Mary. I get slapped for it, but it's completely worth it.
Together, with the silky-furred kid held tight to her chest, we're forced to the horses to be tied. Even with ropes around her wrists, Mary refuses to let go of the little goat. If she did, it'd be slaughtered just like every other animal in the village.
The chaos gradually quiets down. People who haven't been captured have either fled or were killed. The last remaining family is forced from their home, soldiers restraining 'em.
I flinch. They're close neighbors of ours, and they have a nine year old girl and a two year old boy who looks as if he's about to cry. If he does…
I twist me head away before his sudden wailing ceases. The father begins to yell, but he too is silenced after a few words.
As the last prisoners are lead into ropes, the soldiers mount their horses to start the journey to the nearest prison under roman control. It takes all day, with the sun beating down on us and no food or water to help.
By the time we finally arrive in Falacrine, we're caked in dust, hungry, and dehydrated. The damp, rock prison cell is actually a relief. Mary and I are the first to collapse, quickly followed by the others.
We're separated into cells, two or three in each. Me, I get lucky. I'm slammed into the first, and largest, cell with Mary and the nine-year-old girl named Anna. I hold both of 'em as the thick wooden door is locked.
"We'll be fine," I assure 'em. Time passes slowly, and we spend it with the kid. It's a pretty little thing, with smooth black fur and white hooves.
When food is eventually served, it comes under the door. Half a loaf of bread and a fair sized cup of water is all we get. I split the bread into thirds and distribute it among us, Anna getting the biggest piece and keeping the smallest to myself. Even so, the water is the first to go. Then the other two start to feed the goat. For the first time since we came here, the young kid laughs. The sound of an animal apparently draws the attention of a guard, because the door swings open and a large man walks in. His eyes lock on the goat, then travelling to the one holding it; Mary.
"Give me the goat, girl," he demands gruffly. She hides it between us, defiant. His face heats up with anger and he grabs her. The moment he touches her, I clamp my hand over his arm.
"Don't you dare touch her," I growl. After he stares at me for a second, he yanks her to her feet and drags her out the door. I follow hastily, but he shuts it in my face and I can hear the soft click of the lock. Pressing my ear to the door, I catch their faint conversation.
I'll touch you all I want," the guard grumbles. "Seeing as you're quite pretty." I hiss at the door. "How old are you, girlie?"
"Sixteen," she squeaks out. I can barely hear them anymore.
"Well," the man whispers, "you don't seem to be married yet. I wonder how your sister would like it if I gave you back sullied?"
I push myself back, disgusted. But at the same time, what can I do? I go back to Anna and hold her head to me protectively.
I don't know how long it is before Mary returns, but by that time Anna and the goat have already fallen asleep. In the dimness, it's obvious the light has faded from my sister's eyes. She doesn't give me a chance to talk.
"The kid," she tells me, "its name is Kitty." A lump forms in my throat. She's my twin, my other half, and I just let her be raped. I have to force any sound to come out of my mouth.
"Why… why'd you name it that?"
She offers me an empty smile and falls to the ground. Eyes wide, I dash to her side. A gasp escaped me when I spy a pool of blood forming around her wrist. That small noise from me wakes up Anna. Her innocent eyes land on Mary's still warm body. Quickly blessing herself, she gets on her knees and prays.
I scowl. Mary is dead. Where is this so called God I've believed in my whole life? Was Mary not worth saving to him? If not, then this 'God' is definitely not a friend of mine.
Hands shaking, I use Mary's blood to draw a star. After a moment's hesitation, I draw a spiked circle surrounding it. That guard, that one who drew her to suicide, and the emperor he serves will fall. All because of one, little mistake.
All because they messed with my sister.
My stomach twists as bead of sweat appear on my forehead. The uneven ground before me sways. My breathing quickly becomes heavy and it becomes difficult to think straight. As my eyelids droop, I wonder, is this how it feels to get possessed?
Then the world goes black.
A voice comes, silky, seductive, and filled with power.
"Do you wish to form a covenant?"
Finding my own voice, I reply, "Explain to me what it is." A raven appears before me, darker than the blackness. On its feathers there are stains of fresh blood
"I will serve you, and only you, until your wish is fulfilled. In return, after I grant your wish, I will consume your soul." His bottomless red eyes bore into mine. I don't doubt his words for a second.
"Are you the devil," I question him. "Are you Satan, the fallen angel?"
I swear there's a slight smile on his beak. "No, a servant. I am simply one hell of a butler."
Weighing the deal, I say, "I accept. You shall serve to my every whim and do whatever I ask. You will hold me higher than even yourself, and in the end you may have my soul. So come to me, demon! Stand by my side and take my revenge! I will not rest until it is done!"
The raven fades away and my eyes flutter open. My heart jumps when I see a man in front of me. His eyes glow the color of gore seeping from a wound, a brilliant garnet. His hair is tousled in an orderly way, as dark as the raven's feathers. He wears an outfit of black and white and a smirk with an edge of slyness. His skin shines pale white.
As I stare at him, I conclude he is undeniably the bird from just now. I grasp his outstretched hand and hoist myself to my feet. Taking a step back, he kneels down on one leg and kisses my hand.
"Lady Kara, I am Sebastian Michaelis."
That's all for now! I'll upload more soon.
Till then, Kisses from Snowyneko! :3 Meow!
