The Trancy manor, also one of the biggest manors in New England behind the Phantomhive estate, stood tall and large against the forest behind it. Nobody could really say what went on inside, because barely anyone had the slightest idea.
The whole building was shrouded in mystery, not to mention it's owner.
Alois Trancy.
The boy was truly a strange being. Another thing people often wondered was, Is he actually the legitimate son and heir of the Trancy's?
Well, the answer was a simple no. He was not in fact related to the previous earl Trancy, yet nobody needed that information. The child knew that if he had a desire to remain somewhat of an upstanding in England he would need to keep that a secret. And so, that's exactly what he was trying to accomplish for his whole life.
Yet, he wasn't content with living an ordinary life, he needed more. He strained for it.
A spoon hung from his pale lips as a tongue darted across the cool metal surface. Sweetness consumed his taste buds as the whipped cream icing that had topped his tart was caked across his teeth. He pressed his cheek to his hand, and rested it on the table. The sunlight streamed in though the dusty air and making streaks on the carpet it seemed to be dancing across the floor.
Yet as Alois looked around, he didn't see any sunlight in his mansion, because through his vision, all he saw was monotone. The blonde menace could no longer tell night from day or wrong from right, yet he continued on in life.
He was confused for the time being, stuck in one place for eternity. Yet this wasn't satisfying him in the least. He needed to live his life while could, and as they say, "Make the most of it."
As he snapped himself out of his thoughts, he focused on the world around him. The blonde often found himself staring off to space these days. And no, this was not a good sign. Having an imagination was what everyone needed, yet it was best not to let his mind wander much in his case.
A pale small hand swept the spoon out of his mouth, as he clanged it against the bowl.
"Claauuudeee! I'm done!"
The blonde menace grinned at the sound of footsteps approaching, yet the moment the door opened he swiped the smile away. The butler looked over to his master before taking the tableware and bowl from in front of him. He bowed deeply. "I hope you enjoyed your meal, Master?"
Another smirk stretched across his cheeks. "Work on the cream. I expect better from a Trancy butler!" As the smaller traipsed out of the room, the man clad in black had to forcefully hold back a sigh from the blonde's silly antics. Of course his master would never take it seriously anyways, yet he couldn't help to hope that one day, he'd actually get a wanted response from the naïve child in his care.
The blonde hurried along to hole himself back in his room. But not before he passed a certain someone.
A somewhat evil smile spread across his features as he saw the purple haired maid, giving his mind devious plans that would soon play out. "Hannahhhh..." He murmured, putting a pout on his lips.
"Why aren't you attending to the garden? I thought I told you I wanted outside to look as spotless as it did while Father was alive right?"
His eyebrows raised as a smirk came to his lips. The lady hesitated in her steps for a second, coming to a hault a bit away from the blonde. "Forgive me Ma-"
"Get over here."
The commanding voice shook the air as it seemed the playful presence was gone. And as the maid stepped forward, she knew that whatever was about to happen would not be pleasant for her in the least.
She took a few steps to come face to face with the young boy. Alois stared at her for a moment, before in one flash, three things happened at once.
One : A hidden knife gleamed from inside a jacket pocket.
Two : A fistful of hair was grabbed.
Three : Purple strands decorated the floors.
The cutting was definitely not perfect, with ridges and edges poking out. But, Hannah could not complain as she saw the locks dance to the ground. She still remembered the feeling of sticky red blood seeping from the blackened hole in her skull, with veins protruding trying to find the part that was obviously not there. That had been much worse than this small tantrum.
Yet, Alois, the selfish bastard he always is, never feels satisfied.
Have a filler chapter!
Sorry if I don't update as much school has ruined my life.
Someone shoot me I need help what even
Why would I never need to know chemistry
I hate everything
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