Well, guys! We are finally at the last tier of the story! Sorry it took so long, I finally got a job and school started so I have been mega busy. Anyway, get ready for this...you ready yet? Good.

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CHAPTER 20: A look into the past

I reached forward, my hand shaking from the level of disturbance that was slowly breaking me into pieces. I picked up the photo that had sat atop everything else. On it, was a photo of me at the tender age of thirteen and Dagger, who had to have been in his early twenties. I could still remember freshly everything that had happened surrounding the picture. It was when I had first found out that Dagger liked me, despite my age.

I looked uncertainly at Dagger who stood outside of my window with his hands outstretched. "i don't know about this Dagger, I don't want Vincent to be mad at me or you." I say and he sighs dramatically. "Live a little. I'll handle it. Don't you want to hang out with your buddy, Dagger?" He asks and I chew on my bottom lip some. "But I'm grounded-" Dagger cuts me off, a smile on his lips. "Come one, please?" He asks and I nod before looking down at him with scared eyes.

"Are you sure you'll catch me?" I ask. Dagger's smile widens as he nods,holding his hands up higher. I take a deep breath and jump from my window seal, into his awaiting arms. He sets me down on the ground before grabbing my hand and pulling me with him as he ran. He seemed desperate to get away and when I chanced a glance behind me to see why, I could completely understand.

Vincent was running behind us in his pajamas with his shotgun in hand. "Dagger! Bring me my boy back!" He yelled and I gripped Dagger's hand tighter as he ran faster, in turn making me do the same. He rounded a corner where I saw his car was parked and pulled out his keys. Unlocking the doors, he hurried to open my door, push me in it, then slam it, before sliding over the hood like movie stars in action movies, then got into the drivers seat.

Just as Vincent came around the corner, Dagger took off. He was left in the dust and I found myself laughing along with Dagger who had connected our hands once more, and for the first time since Alois had came back and taken my entire world from me, I felt warmth. It was the type of warmth I never wanted to let go, and I didn't, not for the rest of the night. Not when Dagger finally stopped somewhere out in the country. Not when he dragged me over to a small lake in the middle of some sort of wonderland.

I didn't let go when we sat next to the lake, wetting our feet and splashing each other. I didn't let go when he kissed me in what would be something I never forgot, and I didn't let go even after I had told him that I didn't really like him in that way. Then, at the end of the night, before we fell asleep, his arms around me, I didn't let go when he took the picture of us in our own little world.

When Dagger promised me he would never show a living soul, he would never show anyone our secret, I believed him.

I still believed him, and that is why seeing this picture was such a shock, for I knew he would never go back on his word. That's why I knew, without a doubt, that everything I would find in here would be connected to Dagger, who I trusted so deeply. I knew, that it would be his fault Beast was dead. I knew that everything that would happen after I left this room would be because of him...and I guess I couldn't handle it.

I found myself throwing up inside of the bathroom, as tears fell from my eyes.

Dagger...

Dagger why...why?

Rinsing out my mouth, it occurred to me that the only way I was going to figure out why, was by looking through the rest of the suitcase, so with a shuddering breath, I slowly made my way back into my room, to my closet. Ignoring the picture that lay face-down beside the suitcase, I took out a stack of about twenty folders. The first folder, to my surprise, had Alois' name on it.

Opening it, I quickly skimmed through it, and in it was just about everything about Alois. His entire life was in this folder, his affiliations, and awkwardly, his role in my life. Going through the other folder's, I realized that they were all about people I knew and had associated myself with in life. Again, the last thing in all the files was how they were connected to me. Setting the folders aside, I pull out a photo album.

Opening it, I see very, very, old pictures, that are in black in white. Turning the pages, I see people like Dagger, Drocell, Snake, Freckles, and many others, as well as Joker and Beast, in what looks like a circus. They are all wearing crazy yet cute clothes. At some point, I see Sebastian and I in some of the pictures, though Sebastian seems to be half cut out of most of me. This greatly confuses me, because I don't believe we ever took pictures like this.

Quickly setting the photo album down, I move onto the next thing, which seems to be some sort of journal. Gently taking it out, I open it up to the first entry.

(Entry #1)

Dear Journal,

Today Joker made fun of me again. As much as he claims that we are all his family, I'm the only one he doesn't like and I don't even know why. I fit in as much as I can in this freakshow circus I call a home. The same goes for everyone else, when it comes to liking me that is. The others see how Joker treats me, and they do the same. I wish I could just leave and never come back, but who would take me? Who would want me? I'm not as beautiful as the others. The only talent I have is throwing knives, but what is that, really? I'm practically worthless. I wish I had some sort of power, anything that would make me better than I am now. Then, everyone would look up to me. I wouldn't be an outcast anymore. But that won't happen, will it?

May 2, 1888- Dagger

(Entry #17)

Dear Journal,

Beast and Doll allowed me to get attacked by the animals again, when I had been assigned cleaning duty. I was pretty hurt, and the only one who even remotely was nice to me, was Freckles. She was always the only one, but not even she can stop this poisonous feeling from slowly taking over my being. I'me too filled with hate and betrayal to notice me slipping out of feeling is very weird...I don't think it will leave anytime soon.

June 15, 1888- Dagger

(Entry #25)

Dear Journal,

Today, three people joined us. Smiley, Black, and Suit. Suit is very serious, but he and Black seem to get along good, despite their dispute when first coming in contact with each other. They were even holding hands earlier, however I am not happy. Freckles has taken a liking to Smile and I don't like it, but who am I to say anything? I'm no one, that's who. I wish I wasn't always so alone, but there's nothing I can do about that.

July 6, 1664- Dagger

(Entry #38)

Dear Journal,

It seems we were caught, or more so Joker, who had been taking kids and sacrificing them. It seems that Smile's real name was Ciel Phantomhive. Earl Phantomhive. Sebastian, also known as Black was merely his butler. It would also appear that Suits was in on it as well. Wow, look at that... I bleeding pretty badly. That butler sure did a number on me. I'm going to die, just like everyone else. He's supposedly the Queens guarddog. The bridge to the underworld, the bringer of justice. What I wouldn't mind doing with all that power. If reincarnation exists, I hope to be reincarnated in a time where Ciel is. I'll take his power. I'll gain his trust, then betray and kill him like he did to us. I would become the king of the underworld. I would like that. The feelings here again. I'm not sure if its here because I'm feeling how I did before...or because I'm about to die. I hope I get reborn.

June 23, 1664- Dag-

The journal entries end there. I'm shocked beyond belief, scared even, but none of this can be true. It can't-but I never took those pictures, at least that I remember, but it just can't be. Throwing the journal aside, I pick up a typed piece of paper, the last thing in the suitcase.

We have all been reincarnated and I refuse to lose this chance. Even if Ciel doesn't realise it yet, he is still the bridge into the underworld, and I will snatch it right from under his nose. I'll invert myself into his life. I'll gain his unlimited trust, and then I will kill him. I'm already apart of his Father's life, now I just need to slowly sink into his. It's funny how much his life has changed. Abused and beaten by his very own parents, soon to be abandoned by his so called friends, and very much vulnerable. What once was the Earl of Phantomhive, the president of the once proud and aspiring toy company, Funtom Company in Great Britain, was now a sniveling child. It's just a matter of time until my plan completes itself and what fun that will be. I wonder what face he will make, hopefully full of pain.

Soon, very, very, soon.

September 12, 2010- Dagger

I stare at the paper in horror, knowing that it was made four years ago, when Dagger had first started making an appearance in my life. The paper slipped from my fingers, but I didn't notice, too absorbed in my own thoughts. Dagger, the one person I had trusted to know all my secrets, was plotting to kill me. Had been since 1664, as crazy as that sounds. I knew, though I couldn't remember anything, I just knew that everything I had read, was truth. All of it. I quickly rush over to my bookbag, where my phone was and dialed Sebastian's number.

Snake had already told me he wasn't sick anymore and though I had refused to answer his calls or talk to him, in guilt of what had happened with Diedrich. I knew that I could trust him with this. He answered on the third ring.

"Hello?" Sebastian answered. "It's Ciel." I say and I hear him gasp. "Ciel, I-" I quickly cut him off. "I don't have time for this Sebastian. I really need you to do something for me. Okay? Can you help me out?" Sebastian answers yes before I can get the sentence all the way out. "Okay. I need you to research the 1660s for me. Particularly in England, during the Queen Victoria periode. Seach up Funtom Company and the Earl of Phantomhive. If you need me, I'm going to be with Finny. There is some business I need to take care of. Can you do this for me?" I ask.

Sebastian doesn't answer for a while, so before he can ask me why, I say, "Don't ask questions, can you just do this for me?" I ask and I hear him sigh into the the phone before agreeing. I hang up the phone, and while calling Joker, I begin to change my clothes into a more appropriate outfit. I can hear him walking up the steps and he enters my room, just as I get finished changing.

I'm wearing a black tank, black cargo pants, black combat boots and a large black hoodie. I stare at him a moment, before speaking. "Do you remember?" He looks at me in confusion. "Remember wha-" I run up to him, pushing him hard in the chest, causing him to hit the wall behind him. "Don't give me that shit! Do you remember your past life? The life in the circus?"

Joker's eyes widen. "How do you-" He cuts himself off, when his eyes fall onto the photo album still open, on the ground. I back away as he slowly walks over to it, gently and delicately picking it up, looking at the pictures, running his fingers up and down them slowly. He looks up at me. "Where did you get this?" He ask and I look away. "Beast...it's why she is dead."

I can hear Joker's breath catch in his throat. "It's Dagger, Joker. It's him..." Turning to Joker, I see him looking at me with wide eyes. Tears are threatening to fall, but before I can see them do that, I run away. He calls my name, but I'm already out the house, on my way to Finny's.

What I didn't know at that point in time, was that soon after I found Finny, the fight of my life would happen and it wasn't fair that even if I won, the tuberculosis would kill me soon enough.

A/N: Well, this was pretty long, but we are very close to the end! Just a few more chaps! YAY! Anyway, thx for reading!

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