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Ciel's Point Of View.
I was born into a family. It was a family that I'm sure didn't want me. I'm sure every adolescent girl would believe their family didn't want them. Actually, any adolescent in general. Though, my story is a little different. And, I'm sure you've heard it before.
I was born as Cielle Phantomhive. Though, my parents were told due to birthing complications, they could never have another child again. Because of this, I went on in my life as Ciel Phantomhive, the young boy that would be the heir to the Phantomhive's. My parents were murdered when I was ten years old, thus I took on the company at that age.
As you have read in 'Unknowing', I was married with a female cousin of mine. I was then impregnated by my demon butler, giving birth to a baby girl named Cecilia, after the deceased female my lover had impregnated before me. It wasn't long after that in which my wife was killed in a carriage crash. Sebastian had later informed me that he had actually crashed the carriage on purpose. This had me threatening to divorce him if we were not under strict orders from the queen.
After she had been killed, I revealed my gender to the persons that were near when she had died. Of course, I was called a cross-dresser, and such. Though, I paid them no heed. I was taken into custody by Scotland Yard. I was under arrest under several offenses, my fate left to the queen. She had said shortly after, that watching my daughter and I had convinced her that I was capable of living. Though, I was to marry the father of my child within a certain time limit.
At the end of my little story, Cecilia had grown and had two children of her own. Identical twins. Just like her half siblings that had died with their mother. Though, what if that had never happened? What if my parents were not deceased? Would my life have been any different? Well, this is the story. This is what would have happened if my parents had never been killed, and I had never met Sebastian.
"Ciel, please come in here. I have a birthday present for you," my mother, Rachel Phantomhive called for me. Her maiden name was Durless, and she had a sister named Angelina Durless. If my parents had died, so would have Angelina, who was Auntie Anne. She would have been killed by a Grim Reapers hand, and at the expense of my life.
My mother was astoundingly beautiful. She had long strawberry blonde hair. It was braided in a bun near the back, though a curly strand went down her left shoulder. She always wore dresses that complimented her midnight blue eyes. I had inherited those eyes, and I could tell that my mother had loved that. Though, she was a bit pained that I had my father's raven-sort of blueish-hair.
I wasn't told until the death of my parents that my mother was physically and emotionally abused by my father. He had always been such a kind man to me, and I admired him. I had always wanted to please him by acting as the boy he thought I was. Though, if he had stayed alive, over the years I would have learned to fear him. His name was Vincent Phantomhive.
Vincent Phantomhive was a man to be admired. His father was a noble, though I had never been told much about him. My father started a small crafts studio when I was just a child. I remember my father would make little boy toys and give them to me whenever he had the chance. I was always so happy, though at the same time, sad. Well, enough about me. Let me finish describing my father.
He had green eyes. I wasn't particularly fond of. They just didn't seem pretty to me, only dull. My father always said, 'You shouldn't care if things are pretty. You are going to be a man, and men don't care for anything pretty,'. He always sounded like he was growling it. His silver, bluish, hair was something I loved. It looked like mine, and it made me ecstatic.
My father actually sat down with me when I turned nine. He started a talk that any father and son would have when the son hit puberty. Though, I was only nine, and I was female. "Son, when you get older, your body starts to develop.." he had started. Later on, I learned from my Aunt Frances that he had been drunk. She explained what drunk meant to me, and sent me back to be with my mother. I could tell that Frances took care of my father a lot for him to always know what he was doing. I was pretty sure that she knew about the brutal beatings my mother had to go through, as well.
"What is it, Mother?" I asked. I ran towards her with a bright smile. I always loved my mother's presents. She gave me things I would actually enjoy. For my fourth birthday, even though I couldn't play with it, she got me a beautiful tea set. When my father had asked about it, mother said that it was just a little something she decided to collect. She said that she always admired tea sets, and even considered dabbling into making pottery herself. He bought it, though I was never to go near it. Either that or I would get a painful spanking from father.
Mother always protected me from his wrath. She put me to bed every single night, and always made sure that I had everything beforehand. She walked with me to get a glass of water, guarded the bathroom door for me to use the restroom, and then made sure I was in bed, and locked the door with a special key before going to her own room. She never wanted my father to beat me. Of course, he never did. Except for one day, though that is not for right now.
"I've gotten you something you'll have to wear when we announce your gender," my Mother said. She handed me a small satin box, and I opened it hesitantly. I knew I wouldn't be able to touch it for a long time, so I wanted to savor this moment. I was turning twelve. That's two years after my parents would have died, and I was innocent.
A pearl necklace resided in the satin box. It was beautiful, and I wanted every so badly to wrap it around my neck. Of course, I knew that if I even asked mother to place it on for me, father would come charging in. It felt like he had a radar or something. "It's beautiful, mother," I said. I had small tears forming in my midnight blue eyes. I tried to suck them up, since father was always about no emotion, though it was very difficult.
"Please, darling, do not cry. I do not wish for you to cry," my Mother sighed softly. I thought she might have been upset, disappointed, maybe even a bit afraid. I knew she was afraid of my Father. I was a bit afraid of him too. I knew he could walk in at any moment. So, I hurriedly wiped my eyes.
"I am not crying, Mother. See? I'm fine," I said. It wasn't a moment too soon since my Father walked in at the particular moment. I stiffened, and I knew he could tell. He was looking at my back. I felt like holes were being burnt through me as he continued to stare. My bright smile that lit up my face before had disappeared by now. I turned towards him and my Mother smiled softly at him. "Hello, Father," I greeted.
"Ciel, Rachel," Father greeted back. Our hair that was so similar were styled the same way. Though, his eyes were different. Not only a different color, though I could feel as if he was staring into my soul. So cold and mean. I wanted to run and hide. Though, I stayed where I was, not wanting to face his wrath.
"Darling, is something the matter?" Mother asked. I was afraid of what he would say. Did Mother hide the necklace? I couldn't see it anymore as I was now facing Father. Was he going to hit me? Or Mother? Would I get in trouble? Was I acting too feminine? All of these thoughts ran through my head. What was I to say? What should I say?
"Frances` son, Edward, is going to come over for a visit. He said he wanted to teach Ciel the proper etiquette of firing a shotgun. I had no objections to this," my Father announced. Great, Edward was coming for a visit.
At sixteen, Edward was a much better son than I was. Of course, I wasn't meant to be a son, but that was beside the point. He could hunt well, ride a horse better than I, and he loved to suck up to my parents. Even his own. He would come over to see me, I knew it was to see me since he spent all the time he could with me.
He made me uncomfortable. I didn't want to be that uncomfortable around anyone. It also made me feel awkward around him knowing that he knew of my true gender. As long as he did, I would never feel comfortable when near him. I was just not compatible with men that knew of my secret. I never knew why, though Edward was practically a man.
Sebastian's Point Of View.
I was young. At eighteen years of age, all I knew was that I should despise humans. I should hunt for humans, create contracts, or just plain devour their souls. I was trying to be different than my family, though what happened to me was something I could not deny.
I fell in love with a human. Not only a human, a human Irish girl who was at the age of eighteen as well. She was adorable, red curls that framed her face. Her eyes, soft green. We had decided to run away when she fell pregnant. With twins.
Two children were born on a tragic terrifying day. I walked into the bathroom with urgency. "Cecilia?" I screamed. I needed to save her life. Her bloodcurdling scream was enough for me to know she was in danger. Not only did I have to save Cecilia, I had to save the two infants inside of her. Lucy and Leonard. They were my number one priority right now.
When I found her, she was vaginally bleeding. This was something that had to be done fast. I could already tell something was wrong with the babies. She was going into premature labor and this was bad. I laid towels down quickly. It wasn't a moment later that I got her out of the tub and had her laying on those towels.
Since I was expected to deliver these babies anyway, I had brushed up on a few medical text books. I was ready to deliver them, though I needed to register my brain to the idea. I didn't have time to do that right now, though. So, I prepared myself for a few seconds before having to get into gear.
"Alright, Cecilia, I need you to push when I tell you so. Alright?" I asked. She nodded. Her face was pale and sweaty. This was something that had to be a fast act. I needed to get some Logic into my head. I was amazed that she was actually dilating. That was why she was going to push instead. I watched her have a contraction and shouted my orders. "Push!"
She pushed on cue and continued for thirty-six hours. A very long time, though in the end, I was able to save everyone in this situation. The babies were wrapped in towels and I clamped the umbilical cord on Cecilia's side. Everything was alright for the time being, and I was glad. Everything would be safe for a bit.
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