Time to make things interesting…

Neither sister was able to remember their past lives.

Noticing something moving between her and Vincent Phantomhive. Rachael woke up in the middle of the night, finding a baby wrapped in a white blanket. The baby was unique and wasn't like any other infant they seen before.

I must be dreaming. Rachael thought, rubbing her eyes. It wasn't.

She carried the baby in her arms and smiled.

"Dear, wake up."

Vincent slowly rose up, half awake. His eyes snapped open, upon seeing his wife holding a baby girl, whose tiny fingers are trying to reach to touch Rachael's face.

"How did this baby get here?" Vincent said.

"I don't know. She just appeared when I felt her movement," Rachel strokes the newborn's hair gently.

"Can I see her?"

"Of course, love," she hands over the purple-haired infant to her husband.

"She's beautiful," Vincent smiled, "Hmm, what's this?" he found a card inside of the blanket and read.

He sensed something very special about the baby and was determined to raise the baby as if she was his own child.

"Rachael."

"Yes Vincent?"

"I was thinking of adopting this child and—"

"That would be wonderful! I've always wanted a daughter!"

"I know it's been a day since our honeymoon. Since we have been thinking of raising a family together, this is the perfect opportunity to become parents and maybe we can have another. My little girl here will have a sibling she will love and cherish. I'll never give her up."

"What shall we name her?"

"Marceline. Marceline Vincent Phantomhive."

"It's perfect!"

Xxx

Four years later, little Marceline Phantomhive played with a white paper plane she made in the garden. Her mother watched her happily, seeing how healthy and strong her little girl grew up.

Her mother's sister arrived.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Madame Red screamed to the top of her voice, "YOU'RE SOOOOOOOOO CUUUUUTTTEEE! LET ME GIVE YOU A HUG!" she ran towards little Marceline and hugged her tightly against her cheek.

Marceline was extremely cute indeed: she has short hair with long ear-tails and little pigtails sticking out, wearing a sleeveless white dress, especially a sweet, adorable face, completed with big, angular, long-lashed eyes. She was tiny with extremely smooth, pale skin that never darkens under the sun like a doll.

"AHHHHHHHHH!" Grell screamed HAPPILY, "I NEVER KNEW YOU WERE SO CUTE BACK THEN! Normally, I don't go well with children, BUT YOU! YOU ARE AN EXPECTION!"

The reason was obvious: Marceline is his best friend.

To Madame Red, she was the ideal daughter the woman ever wanted to have as her own child. Her small figure was perfect to sit on her auntie's lap before the cameraman took their picture. Marceline was so cute to the point where Madame Red attempted to stow her away before getting caught by Vincent.

Marceline was an exceptional child.

During the very first few years of her life, little Marcey was already a gifted, talented, genius who quickly mastered the arts, excel in studying, a prodigy of sports and martial arts, and exceed in every single subject naturally.

Much of her parents' (and the household's) surprise, she was able to learn how to speak in complete sentences and read book at the age of one; thus, earning praise given from her adopted parents and tutors.

Many parents envied the Phantomhives for having such a brilliant, ideal child despite her adoption. Vincent and Rachael were very proud of their daughter. They were fortunate to adopt her, confident of becoming the next household like her father who strangely shared many traits of him. Nonetheless, she was loved by everyone.

When her mother became pregnant with her little brother, she was happy to have a sibling whom she willing to take care.

Outside of the manor, little Marcey sat under a tree having a very lonely picnic while her parents are busy. She heard something from the bushes.

Meow.

"Oh hi, kitty!" the girl smiled sweetly.

The cat snatched her tuna sandwich.

"Wait! Come back!" she chased after the cat who was heading back to the same bush.

She discovered that the cat was a mother who was struggling to feed her three kittens who look exactly like her.

Marcey instantly took a fascination with cats and gave her bread to them. Quickly gaining their trust, the carried the mother cat in her arms and three little kittens joined in: two resting on each of her shoulder and one on her head.

Charmed by their cuteness, Marceline blushed and smiled, rubbing the mother cat against her cheek. The mother cat returned her affections while her kittens snuggle the little girl before joining her picnic.

Sebastian blushed after seeing the heartwarming scene. He became more attracted to his mistress.

"Daddy!" Marcey ran towards her father, "Daddy!"

"Yes, sweetie?" he faces his daughter in surprise.

"Can I keep them?" she smiled.

Vincent scratched behind his head. He could never say no to that face.

"Alright."

"Thank you, Daddy!"

"But we have to find their owner."

"Aww."

"Sweetie, she has a collar around her neck. We can't keep her. I'm sorry."

Marcey had a hurt look on her face.

Xxx

Six months later, on the day before her birthday, the cat's owner arrived at the manor. Much to Marcey's dismay, she had to give in:

"Good-bye Anabel, I love you," she rubbed the cat against the cheek one last time. Anabel in return licked Marcey's cheek as a way of thanking the little girl for taking care of her and her kittens very well. Also in return, her kittens snuggle and licked her before being snatched by their owner.

Poor little Marcey watched in tears as the wealthy owner left. She learned her lesson: doing the right thing sucks.

It was relieving for her parents to finally get rid of the cat just like the doctor ordered.

Sterilizing the manor to get rid of infection that would cause harm to her mother and unborn brother, Marcey unhappily goes to her room without supper. When she was asked of what she wanted for her birthday, the household felt uneasy by her wish: a cat.

Vincent, who was struggling, finally found a possible solution to keep his daughter's mind off her unhealthy obsession with felines.

Unfortunately, the heiress refused to attend her fifth birthday after that terrible event that broke her little heart into pieces, plunging her into deep depression.

Knock. Knock.

"Marcey?" Vincent called.

"Yes? Daddy?" Marcey open the door partially.

"I'm sorry about what happen yesterday. I promised myself that I would make it up to you. Mommy can't be around with a cat. It will make your brother very sick. Auntie Ann is a doctor, she know what's best to keep Mommy healthy."

"Ok," she carefully opened the door.

"Come sweetie," he took her hand, "you can't miss your own birthday party."

"I guess you're right," Marcey replied as she followed him downstairs.

"Happy Birthday!" everyone screamed at the birthday girl.

Xxx

Many women became completely infatuated with Marcey's cuteness and innocence.

It was not long when she was introduced to her fiancé and adopted cousin, Edward Midford. Believing cousin marriages are gross; Marcey called off the engagement, and then gave reasoning to her parents and her father's side of the family. Fortunately, they completely understood, allowing Marcey to marry whoever she deems worthy when she grows up.

It didn't make her feel any better: she still wanted a cat.

The guests especially Baron Kelvin became worried of the birthday girl who frowned throughout her birthday. They gave her many gifts, but none of them can make her smile. None of them knew what she desperately wanted until Vincent explained and reasoned. Determine to make his little girl happy, he gave her a medium-size present.

Wondering if she can open it, Vincent nodded his head. Marcey slowly opened her present pulling out white cat ears. Most of the female guest squealed, demanding the birthday girl to wear them. As she wore them on her head, the entire manor became more infatuated by her irresistible cuteness and adoration.

Finally, the young mistress smiled and thanked everyone for a wonderful birthday.

Xxx

"I want to see my brother," Marcey pulled her auntie's lab coat.

"Alright, but only because you're the cutest niece I ever had," Madame Red smiled, carrying the newborn in her arms.

Gently holding her baby brother, Marcey smiled.

"What's his name?"

"Ciel. His name is Ciel," Rachael responded.

"Hi Ciel," she giggled and stroke his hair, "we'll have lots of fun together and I'll always love and protect you," gently rocking her little brother to sleep before handing the baby over to her mother.

Their happiness did not last long during the first few years of Ciel's life: her sister was kidnapped on third birthday.

Xxx

Marceline woke up finding herself in a cage. There were other children inside as well, but they were lifeless.

Surrounding her cage were a group of people wearing white masks, staring at her as if there is something strange about the child. When they cleared the way, the area revealed to be some ritual they practice.

In the middle was a table. It was no surprise to the 8-year-old as she figured that she'll be one of the many [living] children fated to be sacrifice.

For what?

Ciel remain frozen when he discovered that Marceline too was the same as him.

Xxx

"My lady," Tanaka knocked, "It's time to get up. Your breakfast will get cold if you don't hurry."

There was no response.

"My lad- "

The old man was speechless to find the young mistress missing from her bed. It was no doubt the heiress was abducted.

Rachael broke into tears.

Vincent became incredibly upset, leading him to dedicate his search for his little girl.

Ciel, however, was far too young to understand, but took notice the absence of his older sister who took well care of him.

Thankfully Marcey was not dead when Undertaker confirmed to the Earl. Relieved, Vincent continues his search ignoring how much time had passed especially the people who gave up searching. His dedication did not stop him from spending time with his family despite how hurt he was.

Six months of her post-abduction, Marceline already knew that she is the only child to survive. Although she was given little food and water especially how much abused she suffered in the hands of the organization, marking her with a slave brand, she never understood why she lived.

At that time, Marcey questioned herself whether she was human or not. She did not want to know.

When they announced the ceremony, Marceline struggled to escape with all her effort.

"She's a feisty one."

"Well tame that brat down to the table, we don't want her to ruin everything we planned!"

One of them covered her mouth. Pointing at her heart, she closed her eyes to meet her fate.

A few minute later, she opened her eyes again. The dagger didn't strike her as she expected. Someone had stopped it.

"A demon!" one cried in joy.

"Grant me eternal life! Bring us good fortune and—"

The demon silenced him, stabbing his chest.

Carrying the little girl in her arms, she condemned everyone in the room to Hell and set burning in the flames of wrath. Baron Kelvin, who hid under the table, witnessed the demon holding onto Marceline's hand as she smiled and waved good-bye.

Ciel cried and reached out his hand, not wanting his sister to leave with the Master of the Hellish Yard.

Xxx

Returning to the manor, MOTHY carried the young mistress in her arms, putting her to bed and kissed her good night before disappearing. When Vincent opened the door to his little girl's bedroom, he cried tears of joy to finally found his little girl returned safely.

He called Rachael and she too cried as well, happily seeing her daughter again. The brand was removed by MOTHY before anyone saw her.

"I miss you too daddy," Marcey said, hugging her father.

They never knew who saved her. There was no one to thank the person who rescued the young heiress. It never mattered as long as the Phantomhives are a family again.

To be continue…