Author's Note: This popped into my head a long time ago, but I was too preoccupied with updating Supernatural and Bittersweet Vengeance and 7 minutes in heaven, so..yeah...this took some time to show up. Anyways, ennjoy! Sebastian X OC again.

Disclaimer: Kuroshitsuji is owned by Yana Toboso. If I owned it, the protagonist wouldn't be Ciel Phantomhive, but Rosalind Xarukan Phantomhive, and therefore Sebastian would be MY butler. Yeah. 'nuff said.

Chapter 1:The Wrong Door

Ella's house was always filled with mysteries. I don't know why I'm so curious about this place; I just feel this kind of special aura around this place. It calls me, and asks me to explore its secrets.

"Make yourself comfortable as always, Alex!" Ella hugged me before I could enter the hall properly. "I missed ya so much!"

"Same here, my dear cousin." I said, dramatically.

My aunt Jennifer stood draped in her cherry-colored shawls and mahogany-brown floor-length gown. Hundreds of glass and wooden beads hung from her neck in necklaces, and it looked as stunning as ever. She was as I always remembered her: edgy and different.

"Jennifer? Looking good!" I hugged her. Aunt Jennifer never minded if I called her by her first name; she never did. Unlike my other relatives.

She hugged me tightly and pulled back with a bright smile. "Alexis, darling! Long time, no see!"

"Hey Jennifer, how 'bout we catch up later? I think Alex here needs to freshen up from her trip. What say, Alex?" Ella butted in. I nodded enthusiastically.

"You know where to go, honey!" Jennifer yelled as I stormed upstairs.

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I'm Alexis Adams, and I'm your average 19 year-old, other than the fact that I always get into horrendous amounts of unexpected predicaments. My mom and dad are tired of my misbehavior, and to tell you the truth, I simply don't give a shit to what people think about me. Like anyone ever cares about opinions from douche bags who hardly know you.

Wait a second. Since I am talking about my origins, I'll tell you the name my parents gave me. My real name is Alexandra Kathryn Julia Adams. But I simply hate it. Isn't it obvious why? So I changed to Alexis…short for Alexandra. I simply ignore the trash in the middle and just put up with the last name for keepsakes and because it isn't half as bad.

That was when I was ten. And that was what began my problems.

My mom's name is Margaret Catherine Brianna Adams, and just by her name you can say she's the kind of woman who still prefers tea to coffee. My dad: Joseph Jacobson Adams; is a grousy and serious type man, who hates to waste time over trivial matters like family and friends. All he knows is business, while all my mom understands is social gatherings and fashion (nineteen-hundreds…which is a whole different story). I think that I'm the person who pisses them off the most with my crazy ways and whatever they find irritating about me. Cause, I really don't think I get on people's nerves half as much as my elder sister's.

I had begun to fall out of my family ever since I changed my name.

Ella is my older cousin. My aunt Jennifer is a fortune-teller. I happen to find that I have a lot in common with her. Like me, the rest of our family and relatives frown upon her since she doesn't have a stable job. Uncle Henry is much older than young 33 year-old Aunt Jennifer, but he has a stable job, and they are filthy rich. Uncle Henry runs this huge business, with multinational companies' collaborations and whatnot.

My family frowns upon me and Jennifer because of our 'unconventional' and 'unorthodox' ways.

Like I care.

Ella is their only daughter, unlike me. As I mentioned already, I have an older sister, Alina. Alina Marisa Josephine Adams. She hates me. I know 'hate' is a strong word, but I'll wing it. She simply does. It's her fault that my life sucks even more than it was supposed to. I hate her too, but I never went as far as to make it a living hell for her. Jennifer and Ella are the only ones who seem to like me in my entire family.

I'm not the most brilliant girl in the block, but I'm not totally a ninny when it comes to academics. Come to think of it, I'm decent at math. Though I suck balls in commerce.

My family is the old-fashioned, antique-loving, anti-social-with-people-other-than-family-and-friends type. That is the main reason as to why I never had a close-knit group of friends or a steady boyfriend. My parents just wouldn't allow it. They wouldn't let me use Twitter, Facebook, or even E-mail. They didn't give me a cell-phone until two years ago, when I was finally seventeen. I'm nineteen, and no one believes me when I say I've never had a long-time (or even short-time) boyfriend before. Yeah, guys asked me out, but I just couldn't go on a date or spend time with another person.

So here I am, spending my summer vacations at my Aunt Jennifer's place, with so much to do that when Ella showed me the list and I opened the scroll, it trailed to my feet. And I'm five feet eight.

I live alone in a small apartment back at Los Angeles, but it gets boring all alone. Plus, staying with Ella is something I've always loved.

I'd started living alone in my apartment since last year: ever since I got a part-time job. I work as a math teacher at an elementary school. It's not a big job, but to manage the expenses for a single person, my salary is decent. I also work at a pet store, and therefore, my alone-life is quite a success.

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I strolled back into my own room here. I always use this particular room every time I'm staying over at Ella's. As soon as I'm in, I rush into the washroom to relax after the tiring journey by plane.

I remember this room perfectly. But today, when I look around the room, it has changed.

A mysterious door was present beside the bedroom's main door, and I noticed it after I entered the room, from the washroom door, which was opposite to the main door. I was startled to see it, since I don't really know where it leads to.

I'll think about that later. It's possibly just a new closet, though.

My laptop sits on my bed along with my iPhone (I just love technology), and all my electronic stuff along with them and my iPod has been plugged in to charge. My clothes are littered near-by, and I quickly pull on a pair of dark blue jeans-shorts and a black silk tank top. It was pretty hot today here at London, and I wanted to stay as comfortable as possible, I thought to myself as I pulled on my high-topped black converse.

"ALEXX!" I heard Ella pull a tantrum downstairs, so I quickly threw the main door open and ran downstairs.

A/N: What do you think of Alexis so far? REVIEWS will let me know!