Sebastian X OC
The birds sang as the morning sun shone brightly through the window and sending a glare straight to Alice's eyes, where she groaned and rolled onto her other side, covering her face with her blankets. And slowly, she fell back into a peaceful sleep.
Until the family butler, Henry opened the door. “My lady, it is time to wake up. Breakfast is almost ready.”
Groaning again, Alice slowly lifted herself up into a sitting position, rubbing her eyes sleepily, making Henry smile.
“You really do sleep like a child, Miss.”
Instead of laughing, Alice shot him a stern glare.
“Please, Henry. I am not a child anymore. I'm nineteen years old for God's sake.”
He simply nodded and began helping her lace up her corset and get into her attire for the day.
Sighing, Alice went downstairs only to be greeted by another door opening and slamming shut.
That could only mean one thing.
She could hear the babbling and sobbing of a broken drunk man as he stumbled down the hall, drawing closer and closer.
Her father was home.
Instead of running like she used to as a child, Alice went over to him and tried to stop him from stumbling, resisting his weak pushes against her. Finally, she saw him raise his hand and shut her eyes as a loud smack echoed through the room.
Alice hit the floor with a soft thump as her father came toward her. She looked up at him with neutral eyes, her face now contorted with a red mark on her left cheek. His hand reached for her wrist and he yanked her off the floor, shoving her against a glass cabinet filled with dishes with a loud crack. The cabinet opened and the dishes came spilling out onto the floor, one breaking on Alice's head before the pieces hit the floor and shattered. Blood began to trickle down her forehead from her scalp as she staggered away from him before taking off into a run for the front door.
A hand grabbed her shoulder and bashed her head into the door before she could get it opened and she slumped back into her father before sinking to the floor. He reached for her again, but she used her nails to try and gauge his eyes out as she got to her feet and yanked the front door open, taking off into the snowy morning.
It was so cold outside and it didn't help that Alice wore a long dress, making it harder to run through the snow, as she had been doing for what seemed like hours. She climbed over a hill before seeing what looked like a mansion in the distance and began to run toward it, a new hope burning in her chest. However, just before getting to the road, her legs gave out on her and she soon found herself lying in the snow, panting and her face flushed completely from the cold.
'This is it. I suppose I was meant to die here. Sister, I shall join you shortly', she thought to herself before joining her hands together on her stomach and closing her eyes.
“Is something wrong, master? You seem troubled by something,” Sebastian remarked at the boy across from him in the coach of the carriage as they headed back to the Phantomhive manor.
The boy gave a small scoff.
“Just some lunatic trying to take over my business.”
Sebastian smirked in return.
“Mister George Kingsley, if I recall.”
Ciel nodded and rested his head on his upturned hand.
“Stupid idiot. He thinks I am merely a child, but I am not. I am the head of the Phantomhive household now.”
Sebastian nodded knowingly.
“Indeed. I have heard many rumors about that man. Just be careful around someone like him.”
Ciel rolled his eyes.
“Please. Its not like I am going to get into a brawl with that man. This is business we are talking about, not a dog fight.”
Sebastian chuckled at his master's remark.
“You are no fool, master. Of course, you aren't any good at fooling me, now are you?”
Ciel flinched at his words and looked at him, about to protest before Sebastian continued, cutting him off.
“You are troubled by something else, yes? Perhaps the recent death that has occurred to the Kingsley household?”
He blushed in embarrassment and hid his face from Sebastian.
“I-I used to know a girl from there. Lucille Kingsley. She and her twin sister Alice used to walk by the manor together, holding hands. My father always used to talk to them and my mother would always remark how beautiful they were.”
Sebastian nodded silently.
“Lucille Kingsley. Was she the twin who died two months ago?”
Ciel simply nodded, signaling the end to the conversation.
At least, until the carriage pulled up to the gates of the Phantomhive manor, where they saw Meyrin and Finny standing there with worried expressions on their faces.
“Master! There's a girl out in the snow over there!” Meyrin shouted as she pointed toward the other side of the rode, where a hint of red mixed in with the snow. Sebastian nodded and he and Meyrin, Finny, and Ciel ran to the other side of the road, where sure enough, there was a girl lying in the snow, wearing a red dress. Sebastian knelt down and took off one of his white gloves, gently resting his hand on her incredibly pale forehead.
“She's cold as ice,” he murmured quickly before standing. “We need to get her to safety this instant.”
And with that, he picked the girl up in his arms and turned around, leading the way back to the manor.
Where am I?
And...And why is it so warm?
Slowly, Alice blinked open her eyes and lifted herself upright to examine her surroundings. She was in a bedroom with an open window looking on into the night sky, a writing desk, and-
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, causing Alice to jump slightly.
The door creaked open and in walked Sebastian. He took one look at Alice and smiled.
“Good to see you are finally awake, Miss. We thought you were dead when we found you.”
She looked at the tall, mysterious man before her and smiled slightly.
“I thought I was dead as well. I didn't think anyone would find me, let alone have the hospitality to take me in. Thank you.”
Sebastian nodded and handed Alice a cup of warm tea, which she accepted gladly.
“If you are all right to walk, my master would like a word with you.”
Alice lifted her head to look at Sebastian.
“Oh, yes. I suppose your master would wonder who I was and what I was doing,” she laughed slightly.
The walk to the study was slightly awkward and unnerving. Alice felt uneasy as to what to tell him when he would ask her what on Earth she was doing out in the snow.
Sebastian sensed this, and decided to try and ease her nerves a little.
“You seem nervous, yes? Please don't be. My master may be stern, but he is not heartless.”
Alice looked at him and gave him a grateful smile.
“Thank you, sir. It helps to know that.”
Sebastian gently opened the door to the study and held it for Alice, who gave him a smile in return as she entered. Sitting at the desk was a young boy, at least fourteen in age, and had short blueish hair with an eye patch over his right eye. Alice approached the desk and gave a graceful curtsey before Ciel motioned for her to have a seat, which she did in a silent manner.
“Finally awake, I see. Who are you?”
Silently, she lifted her head to look him directly in the eyes as her hands rested uneasily in her lap.
“Don't you think it would be more polite if you told me who you are first?”
Smiling, Ciel leaned back in satisfaction.
“Aren't YOU good at asking questions? I am Ciel. Ciel Phantomhive.”
Alice blinked slowly, letting the name sink in. Then, she smiled at him.
“I thought you looked familiar. I doubt you'd remember me, anyway.”
“Well, I certainly can't if you refuse to tell me your name.”
Looking down, she sighed and nodded in agreement. “Alice. Alice Kingsley.”
“Alice? My God you've changed quite a bit. I was actually thinking about you and your sister earlier this morning.”
Alice couldn't help but flinch at the word 'sister'. Ciel looked at her with his dull eye.
“I'm sorry for your loss.”
Alice smiled slightly and shook her head. “Please. I don't need anyone else's sympathy. I trust you have been well? I am also sorry for YOUR loss, Lord Phantomhive.”
He nodded slowly, then proceeded to lean his elbows on the desk and fold his hands together, eying Alice. “I figured you were a Kingsley. Not only because of the signature albino skin and brown hair, but your...unusual eye colors as well.”
Alice cringed at his term and looked down at her lap. It was true, she was always the weird child because of her eyes; While her sister had two beautiful green eyes, Alice's left eye was blue and her right eye was green.
Suddenly, Ciel spoke again, snapping her out of her thoughts to look up at him again.
“And of course, there IS the fact that your father came by looking for you.”
Alice's eyes widened considerably. “F-father?!”
Ciel nodded as he sipped at his cup of tea. “Yes. In fact, he is downstairs with Sebastian as we speak. You should probably go to him so he can take you home.”
Alice's eyes fell again. “Y-yes of course.”
And with that, she stood quickly, thanked Ciel for his hospitality, and walked as calmly as she could out of the drawing room and down the hall to the stairs.
Great. The first attempt at an escape and already defeated. Alice's eyes began to fill with tears at the thought of going back to her abusive father, who had been that way ever since her mother and sister passed.
“Alice dear! Oh, it's so good to know you're okay!” A voice said as you came down the stairs and into the living room.
Alice's father hugged her tightly and whispered menacingly in her ear. “You will be SEVERELY punished when we are home.”
Sebastian, who seemed to have heard this, stepped forward slightly.
“Please, try not to be too hard on her. She has had an exhausting day.”
Her father laughed as he pulled away from Alice, still holding her hand tightly, too tightly. Alice had to fight back her tears as his huge hand was slowly crushing her small, fragile one.
George bowed to Sebastian, thanking him for his help, then turned and began walking toward the door, his hand still encasing Alice's. Sebastian quickly opened the door for him and he smiled as he passed.
But it was Alice's expression that unnerved him.
Her free hand quickly swiped at what he assumed was a tear from her eye as his senses picked up how afraid she was as they departed.
Ciel watched the carriage depart from the manor and smiled in satisfaction before returning to his papers. However, much to his dismay, the door opened and there stood a slightly concerned Sebastian.
“Master, I fear that something is wrong with Alice's father.”
Ciel sighed and rolled his eyes. “You know, I really don't wish to talk about the Kingsley family anymore.”
Sebastian took a few steps into the study and spoke again. “Please, my lord. I have my suspicions about Mr. Kingsley, and I am only looking to protect Alice.”
“Fine. What do you think is wrong with the man?”
“It seems the rumors I have heard about Mr. Kingsley are true. As soon as he walked in, I could smell the alcohol on him. And there is something else.”
Sebastian looked at Ciel with a grim expression.
“I believe he is abusive toward Alice.”
Ciel rolled his eyes again and leaned back. “Have you any proof?”
Sebastian nodded. “Remember when we found the poor girl? Her cheek was slightly bruised and when I was putting her to bed, I saw dried blood on her scalp.”
Ciel scoffed. “So how would this make her father abusive? She was probably just taking a walk and ran into a tree. I seem to recall her being quite the clumsy one.”
Sebastian sighed in exasperation. “My lord, there is one other thing: when Mr. Kingsley was walking out to the carriage, I got a small glance of Alice's expression. She was crying and I could practically feel the fear coming from her.”
Ciel shook his head. “I simply cannot accept this theory of yours, Sebastian. But if you must, you can follow the carriage back to their manor and see for yourself that he is NOT an abusive man.”
Sebastian bowed and smirked up at his master. “Gladly.”
The front door slammed and Alice's father whirled around angrily. Alice made a run for the stairs, but he had caught up to her and grabbed her by the shoulders, throwing her back and sending her falling to the floor. She fell with a thud and looked up at her father, who was standing over her.
“How dare you try to run away! How dare you!”
Alice scrambled to her feet and ran for the living room window, but when she got there, she found that he had locked the latch.
And before she could run to another window, her father's fist made contact with her jaw and sent her back to the floor. She curled herself into a defensive ball but that didn't stop her father's foot from flying into her stomach and knocking the wind out of her. Clutching her stomach, she tried to crawl toward the gold engraved pocket knife that was resting on the coffee table, but she soon found herself being dragged by her ankle away from the table and suddenly flipped onto her back with her father kneeling over her. His hands quickly sought her neck and squeezed as hard as he could, strangling her cries and whimpering. She struggled and kicked beneath him as her hands grabbed his thick wrists, trying to free herself in a desperate attempt.
Finally, as the room began to grow fuzzy, his grip on her neck was released and her father fell off of her.
“Oh my, what a mess you've made, good sir,” a teasing voice said to your father as he lie on the floor.
Alice groaned and sat up slightly, trying to see the man who had apparently come to her rescue, but a gloved hand slowly pushed her back down.
“Easy, miss. You are injured,” that familiar velvety voice told her.
“I'm here. It's all right. I promise. He won't bother you anymore,” He said in a soothing tone as he slowly picked her up and begun to stand.
The door to Ciel's study flew open and to Ciel's surprise, Sebastian stood there with an injured and fragile Alice in his arms. His eyes grew wide as Sebastian smirked at his master.
“You were saying?”