Prologue

Dark green eyes skimmed over the room. It was the room to of a child, a little girl at that. There was a pink dress laid out on the armchair. The covers were untouched, as if someone was getting ready to go to bed. There was a small, brown bear that was placed directly in the middle of the bed. Aside from a layer of dust that began to settle, the room looked lived in. Like a child was going to run into the room any second, followed by her father who was going to tell her a bedtime story.

A young child, barely 9 years old, sighed. The child turned to their butler. "I want this room destroyed. Ever last item in that room. The child in that room is long gone. It has no place in the estate of an Earl. Is that understood?"

The butler bowed. "Yes, my lady," he said in a calm voice.

"No," the child said darkly. "You will refer to me as your lord and master, nothing else. Rose Arrlington is dead. You serve Earl James Arrlington. You will protect me with your life, and follow my every command until the day I die. You will always tell the truth, and you will never act on your own accord unless I say you will do so." She gave the room one last glance, trying to keep her composure. "Come to my study once your job is complete." They turned around and walked away.

Rose Alice Arrlington was an energetic child. She had long, blonde hair that she prized. She loved it when her mother would make their hair match. Although, she could never convince her mother to let them wear matching dresses. As much as she loved the pretty dresses that Miss Nina would make for her, she wanted to match her mother more that anything.

She had a twin brother named James Daniel Arrlington. They were very similar in appearance, except James had a few freckles here and there. Obviously, his hair was much shorter. In contrast to Rose's personality, James was a very shy boy. Guests were often very surprised when Rose was the one speaking up instead of James. Rose would often refuse to leave her brother's side.

Her mother, Alice Arrlington, was a small woman with dirty blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. She had the kindest smile in the world, in Rose's eyes.

Her father, Daniel Arrlington, was the opposite when it came to height. He was almost 30 centimeters taller than Alice, which made piggyback rides even more fun for Rose. He had light blond hair and green eyes

Both her mother and father were kind people. Her father would tell them both stories, and he would teach James how to hunt. Their mother

Rose had a fiancé as well. When she was older, she was to be wed to Edward Midford. Alice and James always looked forward to when the Midfords visited. They had began to see the Midfords like family.

Everything was perfect.

Until that night.

Rose frowned as she got out of her bed. Her father said that he would be there in five minutes to tell them a story. Five minutes had turned into ten, and ten into twenty. Had they fallen asleep?

She went to James' bed to wake him up. "James! James!" She shook him.

James blinked slowly at her. "Rose? What is it?"

"Father should be here by now, right?" she asked. "He said he would be here fifteen minutes ago... Do you think they just fell asleep?"

He nodded. "I think so... Do you want to wake them up?"

She nodded. "Yes, James... Can you come with me?" She held out her hand.

James took her hand and walked with her to their parents' room.

"Father?" Rose called as they walked. When they approached the door, she stepped in a strange liquid. She looked down, screaming when she saw it. "James! James, what is that?!"

James' eyes widened as he tried to stay calm for the sake of his sister. "I-I don't know..." But, of course he knew. It was blood. And the blood was coming from under their parents' door.

"M-Mother? F-Father?" Rose whimpered, creaking open the door. Her mother was lying down in front of the door, her throat slit. Her father was hanging from the ceiling. Neither child had time to shriek when a cloth covered both of their mouths, knocking them out.

Rose awoke in a cage. A cage with 57 bars, she would learn after counting them 1227 times (which she counted as well). There were three other children in the cage with her. Her brother, a small boy with dark blue hair, and a girl with short brown hair and brown eyes. The both boys was unconscious and the girl was awake, shaking.

"Where am I?" Rose mumbled, her voice hoarse. "Where are my mother and father?" she asked groggily, refusing to believe the memories of the last few hours.

The girl looked down at her sadly. "I don't know the answers to either of those questions, I'm sorry." She sighed. "But your parents are probably-"

There was the sound of a door opening. There was a man wearing a hood. He opened the door to the cage. "Stay back," he ordered the other girl. He grabbed Rose by her hair. "This is gonna be a pain in the arse."

Rose screamed from how hard he was pulling. "Let me go!" she shouted, beginning to sob. "I want to go home! Let go!"

He brought her to a dark room. "Every time you even attempt to escape, I cut a finger off, you damn brat." Rose nodded, trying not to whimper, as he took out a pair of scissors. Her eyes widened when she realized what he was doing. Her beautiful hair... She bit her lip as he cut it off. "I don't get why they want you in the first place," he muttered.

When he was finished, he dragged her by her short hair, which was even more painful than the last time.

She was flung back into the cage, shaking. The boy and her brother had awoken, and he looked just as scared as she was. The four didn't say anything for as long as there was someone watching them.

Once they were alone, Rose looked around the room, still on the verge of tears. She had realized just how many cages there were. She counted 23 cages, each with four children inside of them.

When the other children realized they were alone, the room was filled with sobs. Children crying out for their parents, declaring that they wanted to go home.

Rose glanced at her brother then looked at the other two children nervously. James spoke for her, for the first time in their lives. "I-I'm James Arrlington. This is my sister, Rose."

The girl smiled weakly. "I'm Penelope Alexander."

They both looked at the boy, who was shaking. He hadn't said a word until, "C-Ciel. My name is Ciel Phantomhive."

What do you think? This is only the prologue, so I'm hoping it'll get better as it goes along. Reviews always help!