As the men left, the butler each wished them a good night and then closed the door. For the undertaker, he rushed back to his funeral home quickly, as though he were expecting something there but there was nothing... meanwhile a pregnant girl named Calanthia carried her unborn full term… she was not like an ordinary woman however: her skin was a waxy white, her features were as pale as death and her eyes were blind folded as she moved about the streets of London. Scars were visible on her stomach, as though she were clawing at the life that was growing inside of her. She heard a horrified scream of a woman and whatever instinct she had lead her to the noise and there stood a man standing over a dying corpse of a woman. He turned his head toward the pregnant woman and he smirked slightly," I thought I killed you…" he said but he was almost glad that she survived.

"How weak," He said as he drew a dagger from his belt," You couldn't kill it even if its' creation was not your choice." He said as he walked toward her with a sinister grin. Of course, the woman did not run, instead she charged at the figure and started to bite and claw at him. He fought back against the woman, how crazy did his former victim become? She was attacking him while she was weakened because of her pregnancy. He stabbed at her womb, hopefully making a slit big enough so he could remove the child; she wasn't needed, he only wanted the child she was carrying… Out of her motherly instinct, she ran away after feeling the first stab toward the little baby, if anyone was going to have this soul it should be her.

A psychotic laugh could be heard following her as her predator was not far behind her. He wasn't worried at all if he could fully catch up, the bleeding would slow her down and just before she dies he could take the sacred treasure that lie in her womb. Calanthia grew weak; she found the nearest manor and with the full force of her body, charged at the door, making a giant crashing sound. Her soon to be killer was not far behind; he smirked as the chase ended... now she could not do anything because she did not have enough blood to make a movement. He went to make the cut on the womb and suddenly, the lights came on at the manor, a young butler cracked opened the door to see who was there and with it the man disappeared behind a carriage that was moving past.

A cry filled the air just then, a baby's cry… the woman had birthed the child within the last few moments of her life. The butler looked down toward where the sound was and gasped, running into the manor to get his master. When both men returned, the older man felt the pulse of the woman to no avail

" … She's dead Drocell." He was Daniel Chamber, the duke of Mandalay. He frowned as he stood up and looked over at the younger man who grabbed the screaming infant, "Look master," He said as the older man helped him cut the umbilical cord…

"It appears she had an infant before she passed on." The butler said as he handed the young babe to his master. The duke cradled the young child gently in his arms as he started wiping the blood off it.

"What a beautiful little girl…" He finally said as he too got to his feet," Go get something for me to cover her up Drocell and hurry." He ordered as the butler did just that. Drocell handed the duke an old piece of clothing. Daniel placed the clothing on the child and wrapped the extra clothing around the infant to keep her warm. "What do we do about her mother?"

"Isn't she a precious little doll drocell?" The Duke asked as he smiled, petting his finger against the infant's cheek. The baby girl latched onto his finger when it was near her mouth and she sucked on it gently and fell asleep.

"Yes sire but what about her mother..." Drocell asked, he was concerned since having a corpse on one's front porch was not very noble like. Daniel looked over at his butler then down at the little infant, rocking her gently as he hummed. "… Master?"

"We will give her a proper funeral… I shall contact the undertaker and we will bury her in the backyard." Daniel said then he looked down at the little infant; he couldn't bear to see this gift from god in a orphanage or a baby farm, "As for her, I believe I will call her Genevieve…. She will become my daughter and my successor."

Watching them form high above the roof tops stood a figure. He watched the entire scene but didn't stay for very long after that; only enough to get a glance at the woman lying dead and the child that was held by the duke," Well, that was a waste of time to watch." He said but then he smiled slyly as he chuckled," It was not a complete failure though... " he said then he thought walking away, 'Genevieve hmm?' the figure disappeared into the night like a ghostly ship disappearing into mist.

Author's notes: Hi guys… Well, this is the first two chapters of Soul Bound: The Ballad of Genevieve. I first want to say, it took me weeks to get this actually going. I have been writing it in my spare time and I finally got the courage to publish it thanks to my original beta reader, I love you Julie! :D As you all know, I do not own Kuroshitsuji, the characters, any plots that may be similar… I do own Genevieve though.

If you watched the anime up to the point where drocell appears (sorry if you guys hadn't but it was your choice to read this.) you hear about his "master" and how he was committed into a asylum; as a deep thinking fan, I often wondered why he did since the author doesn't explain it at all. Being a fan of drocell myself, I decided to write some of the story before the anime began so…. before he died. This is my take on what happened and I hope you enjoy it because I've enjoyed writing it.

Also, some of the stuff in here isn't real… or apart of the anime, which is my handy work. Enjoy!