The Phantomhive Fake

-I do not own Kuroshitsuji-

A fifteen-year-old walked lazily to her mother, who was admiring the portrait of a Vincent and Rachel Phantomhive. Currently Karen Carter and her daughter Jessica Carter were visiting the famous, historical Phantomhive Mansion. The mansion was packed with many tourist, guards, and even detectives, still trying to solve the mystery of the 'murder' of Ciel Phantomhive. Jessie leaned on her mother while groaning in tiredness.

"Why in the seven hells did you wake me up so early?" Jessie mumbled while being pushed off her mother. "Couldn't have waited until… I don't know, noon?"

"Quit whining and go learn something." Karen replied playfully while pushing her daughter towards a random direction.

"You're avoiding the question!"

"And you're being a pain in my ass!" Jessie sighed as her mother dragged her to a painting. "Just try to relax, ok? This place has a great murder history, you like legends with murder in them right? Go, learn!"

"Fine, fine, fine, I'm look around but I don't promise I'll learn something." Jessie called o her mother while she walked away.

Jessie walked to a painting that was near a dim lighted corner and stared at it contently. On the portrait was of a young boy, about the age of twelve, he had green-bluish hair and a striking blue eye, where as the other eye of covered by an eye patch. The plaque under the portrait read, "Last portrait of Ciel Phantomhive".

"Hmmm, the kid was pretty young to be an earl..." Jessie murmured to herself while looking over the picture. She noticed a small tear near the young earl's head and poke said tear. It was at that moment she was pulled into the painting. "WHAT THE HELL?"

…

"Is she ok?"

"She looks like she's dead."

"Quit saying that!"

"It seems my mistress is waking up."

Jessie's eyes fluttered open as she shot into sitting position. She looked around wildly and took in her surroundings. She was obviously in one of the rooms in the mansion, but the people around her were not familiar.

There was a young woman with beautiful red hair, large round glasses, and in a maid's uniform was at Jessie's right. A man with strawberry-blonde hair was at her left, along with a blonde teen. But the one that caught the most attention was the young man standing at the foot of her bed. He had jet black hair and bright blue eyes; he was wearing the attire of a butler.

"Are they employees? They look like they jumped out of the Victorian era! And what the hell was with that painting?" Jessie blinked at the group.

"Mistress Jessica, are you alright?" The dark haired man asked with fake concern while walking next to Mey-Rin. "How does your head feel?"

"Who are you?" Jessie asked, confused. The dark haired man laid a soft hand on her forehead.

"You seem to have a small bump, but it must've triggered memory lost." He muttered to himself. He looked to the others. "May I please have a moment with Miss Phantomhive?"

"O-oh of course!" Mey-Rin replied nervously while pushing the others out of the room.

"Alright, what the friggen hell? Who are you? Where am I? Why do you keep calling me "mistress"? And why did you call me a Phantomhive?" Jessie asked quickly while glaring at the mysterious man.

"I'm Randall Johnson, you're in the Phantomhive mansion, I'm your butler, and you're the Phantomhive fake." Randall smirked at her surprised face. "Maybe I should explain?"

"You think?" Randall sat on the side of her bed.

"My name is Randall Johnson; I am a fallen Grim Reaper. I am fallen because I was unable to collect the soul of Ciel Phantomhive.

You see, Ciel Phantomhive was the earl of this mansion, he and both of his parents lived here but then his parents were murdered in a tragic fire. After that he went missing, and returned years later. But when he returned, he had sold his soul to a demon.

Said demon was Sebastian Michaelis, he worked as Ciel's butler. His true goal was to fulfill the contract he had made with Ciel; to kill those who killed his parents. They succeeded but, under… Unusual circumstances, Ciel became a demon himself. They both left, I have yet to find them.

I work for a secret organization in the Shinigami society. I was to gather souls that were to be devoured by demons. I was to… save… them, but after Ciel Phantomhive, I was kicked out. They claimed I was a failure and was not fit to remain. I seek my revenge now.

As for you, you are from the twenty-first century, sent here by the wormhole I placed in that picture. As of currently, we are in the Victorian era, inside the Phantomhive mansion. I have told the staff that you are Jessica Phantomhive, the lost child of Madam Red, who is Ciel's aunt. And I am your butler.

Now you can sign my contract, play along and help me find Ciel Phantomhive and be sent to your own time, or tell the truth and be put into jail, killed, or worse. Which will it be?" Randall smirked at the girl. Jessica blinked in shock and just stared at Randall.

"I guess I have no choice…" Jessica whispered while looking at her hands in her lap. "Anything else I need to know about our contract before I sign? Like what will you do?"

"I will live to protect and serve you." Randall smiled wickedly while putting his hand on the palm of her right hand. He squeezed her hand tightly. "At least until our contract is up." A burning sting erupted in her hand making her gasp in pain. She hunched herself over slightly while she used her other hand to clutch his wrist. Randall, still smiling, used his other arm to pull her round slightly too where her right side was pressed against his chest. "Shush, it'll be all over soon…"

…

Randall walked out of the room, quietly shutting the door. Mey-Rin, Baldroy, and Finnian surrounded him.

"Well? Is she ok?" Finnian asked.

"Does she remember anything?" Mey-Rin also asked.

"She's fine, but she can't remember anything passed her name." Randall replied with his hands in front of him. "I filled her in best I could but some things still confuse her."

"I still say this is fishy," Baldroy muttered while holding his chin.

"What do you mean?" Randall asked while narrowing his eyes.

"It's just that, Madam Red didn't any children and the one child was going to have, died in that carriage accident along with her husband, remember guys?" Baldroy looked to the other two. "She couldn't have any children afterwards, remember?"

"You're right Baldroy," Mey-Rin agreed while Finnian nodded. "Then how is Miss Jessica her daughter?" They looked slowly to Randall for an explanation. Randall sighed.

"Think, how long ago was that carriage accident?" Randall pinched his nose in annoyance. They shrugged in replied.
"Fifteen years ago, same day Jessica was born. When they removed my Mistress from her mother, she, by a miracle, lived. But the doctor who removed her wanted a child, but his wife could not bear one. He stole Jessica. He stole her and took her to America, where she was raised. The doctor who stole her, told her about her pass, on his deathbed.

His was a rich man and I was his butler. When he died, he asked me to watch her, to protect her. When she wanted to find her family, I could not deny her request. The Phantomhives were her last hope; she changed her last name to "Phantomhive" because they were all she had. But when she finally found them, they were only a ghost in the wind. So she left, then she heard of Ciel Phantomhive. But by the time she was in England, he was already gone again.

But she was determined to come here and speak to someone. But the accident with the carriage has made her forget almost everything. I ask of you, please, don't ask her of her past. If she gets her memories too fast, they will eat her alive."

"Oh, that's so sad." Mey-Rin and Finnian had tears running down their faces while Baldroy scoffed slightly.

"I didn't ask for a monologue." He muttered to himself. It was at that moment Elizabeth Midford came running with her maid, Paula, following close behind.

"Where is she, where is the imposter?" Lizzie demanded the trio.

"Now, my lady-" Lizzie cut her off.

"You!" Lizzie stomped over to Randall, jabbing a finger in his chest. "You know where she is, I know it!"

"Now madam," Randall narrowed his eyes. "My young mistress is resting; I must ask you do not wake her. I'll explain everything to you-"

"That's it, I'm out!" Baldroy stomped out.

Randall explained about Jessica's fake past and at the end Elizabeth and Paula were crying.

"That's so sad," Lizzie dabbed her eyes with a tissue. "I'm so sorry for not believing it; I just couldn't believe that she was my cousin!"

"There is no need to be sorry," Randall reassured. "My mistress would be pleased if she could stay here and take the role of the Queen's guard dog. Would that be ok, Miss Elizabeth?"

"Oh, please call me Lizzie!" Lizzie giggled. "And yes, she can become the Queen's guard dog if she wishes anything for my dear cousin!"

…

Jessica sat in her bed, still wearing the clothes from her time, just staring at her hands. On her right palm was a burn in the shape of a simple scythe. It was so simple, only three lines, yet it burned so bad. The pain went away but she could still feel the pain. She didn't look up when she heard someone walk in.

Randall walked over, with a plate with a tea cup on it in his hands. They spoke no words as he sat on the edge of the bed and put the plate on the end table.

"Tomorrow you take the role of the Queen's guard dog." Randall stated in monotone. "Get some rest; I'll pick you up some clothes tonight." He moved to get up but was stopped by a hand grabbing his wrist.

"Why me?" Jessie asked him while looking down. "Why did you choose me to come?"

"I didn't choose you," Randall smirked. "The wormhole chooses who comes to this time, not me." Jessie let go of his wrist and he stood up. He put his right hand over his heart and bowed to her. "Good night, madam."

"Night, Randy."

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Review please! No flames, please, but I would like some constructive criticism! I would also like suggestions too please! 8D