Secrets (A Kuroshitsuji Fanfiction)

by CrystalSnowflake101

Dawn and Alice Richards are two sisters that live in England. They seem fairly normal at first glance, but like everyone in this world, the two have many secrets to hide. What happens when they are accused of something that their parents had done and people start to learn the truth about the girls? Will they be able to live in peace or will they live in fear and misery forever?

4. Chapter 3

Good, I thought. There is no one in here, I thought to myself. As soon as I let go of the door, I heard the door shut behind me. I turned around to see what happened, but it was pitch black, with the exception with a few barely-lit candle. I walked around the room, looking at the furniture. "Wow, the person must have been rich," I muttered to myself. Then I realized something. Why would there be furniture in an old abandoned house? Isn't this abandoned, I thought, feeling a bit puzzled. I still felt wary of my surroundings.

Right at that moment, I heard a voice say "Don't worry, this won't take too long," I started to panic. "WHO IS THERE?!" I yelled. Then I felt myself being shoved into something. It felt like a rough cloth, was it a sack? I finally realized what was going on. I was being kidnapped, like in the movies. I was about to scream, when I heard the same voice say "Scream, and I will suffocate you in this sack," Was this person able to read my thoughts? I kept my mouth shut. Before I knew it, I was knocked out like a light. Soon, I woke up with a start. I was about to scream, when I remembered the threat. I tried to get out of the sack, but it was no use. Soon, I was pulled out of the sack. I looked around and I saw a man. He seemed to have jet black hair. His eyes seemed red, or that was what I saw. He was a tall, thin man. He seemed to look like he was in his mid-20s. He was wearing a tuxedo. He looked like a butler of some sort. He was standing in front of me. "You were much energetic than I thought you would be," he said. "Let me go!" I yelled. He chuckled. "Soon, little one. Soon," he said. I struggled to get out, kicking, screaming, punching, doing anything I could to get out. Nothing worked. After being in the sack for about five minutes, I felt like I was being violently tossed around. Left adn right I felt myself go. Feeling fear in my stomach, I couldn't help but think that I would die. I started to feel my airways constricten and I could barely breathe from al the moving. Before I knew it, I was out like a candle stick.