My eyes opened slowly, and my head felt cold due to the hard chilled pavement. I sat up with a gasp and looked around. I was in a building, it was dark and dusty. The only light was a cracked window that let in the sun's rays. How long have I been here? Where was my mom? One long sweep and I concluded, I was in the ballroom.

Memories of the previous day replayed and I felt my body, okay I didn't feel sore and I still had on my dress. My body relaxed as I stood up. "Aleister? Mom?" My voice echoed and bounced off the wall until fading away.

Faded to black.

So I was stupid! should not have trusted him! But it was my mom's fault, she left me alone..but I followed him...I acted stupid.

"Hey! Little girl. This room is closed get out!" A man with a British accent stomped to me and grabbed my arm. Next thing I knew I was thrown onto a sidewalk. I was lucky to have stayed on my feet because a dirty puddle sat peacefully before me. But I was only thirteen. A long soft breath exhaled through my lips. Wait, this wasn't home. The streets were filled with people, all in Victorian fashion. Women with ankle length dresses and men with either suits or rags. The buildings looked old fashion and it just seemed...dull.

Plus my surroundings held a musky older, a dingy and unkempt smell.

I stopped a lady who was about to pass but she looked at me annoyedly, "What um...year is this?" I asked and she stared at my dress. "1888. How can you possibly not know?"

I couldn't speak, I released her arm and backed up into a brick exterior wall. Goosebumps covered whatever skin I showed and my head began to shake. She walked away mumbling about how insane I was and I can't blame her. There was no way I can be trapped in 1888, and from her angry accent, I was in Britain!

I wandered the streets for hours, until the sun began to peek over the buildings. After crying, screaming, then crying again I found myself lost in the crowds. This town never slept, people just kept passing me by and every-so-often I would get the 'are you lost?' question. I passed many buildings but one did catch my eye, it was a bright and elaborate toy shop, the window was filled with teddy bears who wore eye patches and held candy. "Fun...f-funtom." I pronounced and a kid grabbed my arm. "Oh I just wish I could get one! Mother? Mother can I get one!?" he asked with a loud tone as his head turned and he stared at a very young lady, she wasn't beautiful but did have descent features. Wasn't it too early for this? Nonetheless, I smirked, "A Phantomhive company?" I muttered and people started to crowd looking at the displays. I heard someone say the owner goes to the best balls and I lit up. Aleister, yes, I needed find him. I walked into the store and approached the man at the counter, "The owner. I wish to speak with him. I have...very important business to attend to and I found myself lost."

The man looked at me, "I don't know where he is. Try calling the company. " He pointed to the phone on the counter and I stared at it. A memory suddenly popped into my head. One where I was at an antic store playing with an old 17th century phone. And now here I am about to actually use it. "No. I'm rich and I like you to do it for me. Sadly my...butler is attending other business." I excused, like I knew how to use that thing. He dialed as told then handed me the phone, I balanced it on my shoulder after many rings and buzzes no one answered and I grunted in frustration, slamming the phone down in it's slot. The man jumped and stared at me. "Please! there has to be another way I could get in contact?"

I stormed out of the store with no luck, how could I have been so stupid!? Just write a letter of course! I stomped down the streets anguished. I didn't realize a boy coming straight my way until it was too late. My face stung as it made contact with the pavement and the boy grunted. "Stupid girl!"

I groaned and sat up. Looking up to see a boy dressed in a black Sherlock attire and a cane in his hand. He wore an eye patch on his right eye and his left was a gorgeous navy blue as well. He stared at me as if I had did that on purpose. "You should watch where you're going kid." He talked like an adult. A man stood next to him, dressed in a tailcoat, white gloves and red menacing eyes. His face was clean, his hair was black and laid perfectly against that devilish face. Yet he was really tall. "Are you alright young master?" He said his attention on the boy.

And he seemed older than he looked.

I stood up on my feet and stared at the boy, I was at least three inches taller than him so I had advantages. "You bumped into me!"

"Ugh. I don't have time for this right now." He said in a bored tone. Holding the palm of his hand pressed against the right side of his face. Sighing, he pushed passed me and I turned around to watch them walk off. I stared at their backs for a moment before quickly following, he seemed rich, rich people know rich people right? "Um. I have a question..before you leave." I asked and the boy sighed like he got that a lot. But he turned around, and that was all I needed...

"I need help to get in contact with..Aleister Chamber."

Still...don't...own...IT

But do you like it so far?!