Welcome to my new fanfiction! I'm sorry to say I've put Dark and Light on a hold, because I've been having trouble reforming my inspiration for it. However, this is based on Black Butler. I own nothing but my OC, I hope I did alright. I was a little worried about how I portrayed the cannon characters. Eeeep...

Chapter 1

Maybe the faster I run, the less distance I put between me and the past. Why not? Seems perfectly illogical, just like everything else in the world. A simple elapse of eternal confusion. The idea in itself doesn't even seem like it makes sense, it all confuses me. Doesn't matter, I kept running that night. I ran, as fast as my fragile legs could carry me. My silver hair flew behind me, the moonlight lighting certain points in it making it look almost white. My green eyes wandered constantly, and persistently. There was no other easy path other than the one I had been running, and it frustrated me. I could taste the blood that was running down my face from a deep gash in my forehead, but still I ran.

My whole body was covered in wounds, and it had taken everything I had to run from that cursed place. It didn't make anything easier to me, though. I was weak, and light-headed. I could barely keep going through the night, but I kept pushing, now with my eyes closed. I didn't want to see where I was going, because I figured where I was headed was just as bad as where I came from. I didn't want to be anyone's little burden anymore, either. I had been running for days now, and I was hungry. Thirsty. However, several of my wounds had healed by then besides the more severe ones. Then, something different occurred. One second, I was running through the forest with my eyes closed, and the next...The next I was on the ground, having run into a very much solid person.

Panic coursed through my whole body, fearing they had found out where I had gone. I wouldn't let it show in my eyes. I opened my eyes, and forced the look of anger and hatred onto my face as I looked up at the dark figure standing over me. When my vision straightened out, as much as it could, I saw vaguely a blur of a pale raven-haired man. My vision has never been 20/20, so clearly seeing this man without glasses or contacts was impossible. He knelt down in front of me and I saw a gloved hand reach out to touch me. I let out a threatening sound as I smacked his hand away and backed up from him. It was then I heard his smooth, deep voice speak to me.

"Now, now. Don't be troublesome, I'm sure having blood down your face isn't pleasant, now is it, young lady?" His voice spoke out to me.

His voice was smooth in a way that made me want to break down and trust him. I wasn't that weak though, not yet. I simply glared at him, my piercing emerald-colored eyes meeting his. My attitude didn't waver as I met his eyes, even though inside his eyes made me melt. It wasn't so much in a crush way, it was simply he was hypnotic. When I made no response, he simply sighed and grabbed my arm and held me in place as he cleaned the blood off my face. I tried to pull away from him, but he was stronger than me. This fact didn't stop me from struggling against him, and with my free hand grabbed his arm that was holding onto me and started pulling at it. I would have hit him, but I didn't want to go that far.

"You have fine emerald eyes, young lady. Now, mind telling me just what you were doing running through the woods to the Phantomhive Estate?" He didn't sound mad at all, which was what was most unnerving. He sounded that level of calm where underneath it the person is unbelievably pissed. It only made me pull harder to try and get away from him. I would have preferred if he just yelled at me for trespassing.

"I don't know what you're talking about! What estate!? And who the hell is Phantomhive!?" I yelled, using anger to cover my fear. I stopped pulling at his arm and began hitting the arm grasping me with my fist. It didn't seem to hurt him, so why the heck not? Beating on him was keeping me from crying, and I refused to show weakness to this...person.

"So you don't know, I see? Take a good look around you, I'm sure then you'll realize just what estate I'm talking about. As for Phantomhive...it's a noble family's name. The current heir would be my young master Ciel Phantomhive. However, now you've made me curious. Tell me, young lady, if you would please calm down and stop hitting me, if you weren't running specifically to here just where did you come from?" He said calmly.

I broke down then. I stopped hitting him and tears spilled from my eyes. I didn't want to answer his question. That question just hurt, I didn't want to remember where I had come from. When the man saw me start crying he let go of my arm and picked me up. That's when I started thrashing again. Just who did he think he was, I gave him no right to carry me. I started screaming.

"Stop it! What the hell do you think you're doing!? Put me down!" I screamed, but he made no move to do so.

"Please, young lady, stop thrashing. Unless you'd want me to throw you off the estate grounds and leave you on the streets, but that doesn't seem like a very pleasant idea to me. How about you? Calm down, I'm sure the young master wouldn't mind helping someone in such need as you are. You may address me as Sebastian," He said as he walked towards the door of the estate, with me thrashing in his arms. I finally gave up, running out of energy to fight against this so-called Sebastian anymore. I just let my head fall back and stared at the sky. Though I couldn't see clearly, I could see dark clouds were forming over the moon. It would probably rain soon.

"It looks like it's going to rain...how nice, I like rain...," I murmured, accidentally thinking out loud.

"Do you now? By the way, I don't believe I caught your name, young lady," Sebastian said, which was when I blushed from embarrassment of thinking out loud so carelessly.

"Silvia. My name is Silvia...," I murmured, as a gust of wind blew my silver hair over my eyes and I finally gave into my exhaustion and fell asleep. The instant I fell asleep was when the rain started, and Sebastian carried my sleeping frame into the estate.

Well..How was it!? Was it okay!? How'd I do!? Let me know what you thought, I could use some encouragement to my poor spirits. And yes, I will be continuing Everyone Has Their Secrets, I just do best when I'm multi-tasking stories for some reason. More options to format my ideas in, I guess. Because my mind works strangely. I originally have no true plan for the idea I form in my head, then I chose which story I can make it fit best for, and then...boom! I find a way to weave it in! Like a tightly-woven blanket! Yay!

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