There was a bright white flash and then a sensation of falling. She felt her hair whip past her. It took a moment but she gathered her bearings. She could see the ground swiftly coming towards her. She landed on the ground on all fours just as she heard a dark voice say,

"Oh...well, well. What a tiny master this is."

Her black hair hung around her face like a curtain as she saw the blood she was crouching in. She looked up and saw she was surrounded by masked adults staring at her in shock. They wore robes with hoods and they were dressed well. The young woman got back on her feet and scanned the room with her piercingly vivid green eyes. Unknowingly to her she was wearing something highly improper for the time period she was in.

Her outfit was completely black. She wore platform lace up the front boots, leather pants with a few thin buckles on her upper right leg, black under-bust leather corset, the neckline was very deep and showed much skin in between her breasts and barely covered anything, and she had long sleeves and black leather gloves that nearly reached her elbows with black lace on the end.

She wore a lace black choker with some silver design on it and some dangly emeralds on it, an armor ring on her left middle finger and two gothic cross bracelets on either hand. Her most prized piece of jewelry was a hand crafted necklace of antiqued bronze with a one inch dire wolf pendant that resembled a gothic door knocker, emerald green genuine swarovski crystals black silk ribbon necklace. Finally she had a black cloak with a hood, not unlike the cult members but hers was held together by a gold wolf's head.

She looked around the room and saw that she was standing in the center of a pentagram and there were candelabras everywhere. She saw blood all over the floor and knives scattered around the room. Fantastic, she was in a cult. (Notice the sarcasm) She saw a young boy sitting in a cage. He had blue hair and large blue eyes. The black haired woman could see that he was bleeding. Crouching in front of him was a demon. He was shrouded in shadow but she could see glowing cat like eyes narrowed towards her with a slight smirk of fangs on his face.

"A-Another demon?" One of the masked cult members stuttered.

The woman turned towards him and looked him dead in the eyes. She had a hold of him with her eyes, almost as if he were in a trance. An amused smile appeared on her face and she laughed, pure and clear like a bell that echoed throughout the room.

"Oh no, not me, that" she pointed over to the shadowed figure crouched by the cage "is a demon. I am something else entirely." She said. She seemed to draw herself up with some pride and dignity in whatever she was.

She then turned and saw the little boy again. He was staring at her with wide scared blue eyes. He seemed to be reaching out to her. The black haired woman's gaze softened. He reminded her of Arya when, that happened. She turned towards the cult members.

"Where the hell is the key for the cage?" She said, her eyes narrowing.

"Y-You're going to let him out?" A man yelled indignantly.

"No," she said sarcastically. "I'm going to use the key to shoot rainbows at him. Of course I'm going to let him out, imbecile."

"Who are you?" A woman in the crowd yelled.

The black clad woman smirked. "I go by many names." Her face then hardened. She saw the key on a man's waist and with a flick of her wrist, it was in her hand. "None of which," she walked towards the cage, keeping eye contact with the demon just in case he lunged at her. He seemed amused by her actions but also more wary of her after seeing her powers, "you're worthy," she put the key in the lock and opened the cage, "of pronouncing." She gently pulled the small child out of the cage. Poor boy was covered in blood, cuts and bruises.

Just as soon as she helped the boy to his feet the demon was on her. She was backed up against the cage as the creature towered over her, his face inches from hers. Now the green eyed woman could see the outline of his smirking face but it was still in shadow. A gloved hand came up towards her face. There was a talon that inched toward her face and slowly glided down her cheek.

"I recognize you. I've seen you somewhere before." He said in a velvety, somewhat seductive voice. The woman before him remained unaffected however.

"I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific demon. As I'm over two thousand years old," many gasped at her words. "I've seen the Roman Empire fall, I've walked the desert sands alone, I've seen palaces in China and I've danced through castles made of stone."

"I saw you at the coronation ball of King Charles the Fifth of Italy, February twenty-fourth 1530." He said, his eyes studying her face.

"How can you be sure that was me?" She challenged him. "In those times, it was common for women to paint their faces and on top of that wear masks." She had serious doubts he could tell her that it was her that day.

"You wore a dark scarlet off the shoulder dress, pink cuffs, your hair was curled in a side ponytail, your face was painted white with a black design on the upper left side of your face, your lips were dark red, nearly black and your mask was red with gold lining and," he paused and chuckled for a moment. Then, a pair of massive black feathered wings spread throughout the room, showering everyone with his feathers. "Black feathers."

The green eyed woman stood there in slight shock. He had just described what she wore that day to a T, but he forgot-

"And you wore this necklace." He said, picking up her wolf pendant.

The woman snapped out of her shock and grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of her head. "Hehe…you caught me. That was me, Signore." She smirked, throwing a bit of Italian in her speech.

"Whenever you two are finished flirting." The black haired woman turned and remembered the boy, who was standing there with his arms crossed.

"Not flirting…" She mumbled under her breath, trying to ignore the blush on her cheeks. She hoisted herself up to sit on top of the cage. The demon smirked in her direction but left it alone. He began to circle the boy, like a predator.

"You have summoned me, that fact will not change for all eternity... and the sacrifice that has been made will never return. Now! Make your choice."

"Kill them!" He said with eyes hard and full of hate.

"Yes, master."

As he rushed forward the black clad woman charged as well. When he looked at her questioningly she smirked.

"There's no way I'm letting you have all the fun!" She said cheerfully.

The demon did not question her but put up a wall of darkness in front of the boy, to shield his eyes from the bloodshed. The cult members swiftly died one by one in flashes of talons, balls of fire, spears of ice and earth and bolts of lightning. The demon had lowered the shadow wall and then turned on the green eyed woman.

"One more left." He smirked and lunged. Reflexively, she raised some earth spikes from the ground and readied herself to fight.

"Stop, don't kill her." The boy commanded.

The demon immediately froze in his tracks and chuckled, he then proceeded to warn the child to be more specific in his orders next time. They laid out the terms of the contract. With that he placed his mark in the boy's left eye. He let out a piercing scream and the green eyed woman was tempted to shove the demon aside but she could tell the kid knew what he was getting into with the demon, which had been recently dubbed Sebastian, so she did nothing.

She did however catch the child; whose name she learned was Ciel Phantomhive. She raised her hand, which glowed with a light green light. Gently placing it over one of the child's cuts, his eyes widened as he watched his skin stitch together, slowly covering the cut, leaving only flawless skin behind.

"What are you?" Ciel asked, as he watched her seal his wounds.

"I believe she is a witch, young master." Sebastian said.

She glanced back at the demon and saw that he was wearing attire appropriate for a butler. He was also smirking with his new, handsome human face. She laughed a little as she continued to heal Ciel.

"That's right, do you know a lot about witches, Sebastian?" She asked curiously.

"No, witches tend to stay hidden and secretive, so my knowledge is limited." He said, studying her movements curiously.

Once she finished healing Ciel she stood up with a wide smile. "So where, to now?"

"You plan on staying with me?" Ciel asked, slightly surprised that this woman that he had just met would suddenly attach herself to him.

"Well yes. I fell out of the sky and now I have no idea where I am or even when I possibly am. Is it still 2014?" She asked, tilting her head.

"No, it's 1886." Ciel said, not questioning that she might be a time traveler, he was in the room with a witch and a demon, he figured that with what he'd seen so far today, that anything is possible.

"Great." She groaned like it was just an annoying inconvenience. She then looked at Ciel again and tilted her head just as she had done before, looking like a puzzled pup. "Can I still go with you?" She asked.

"Yes, you can work as my governess at my manor. If you are telling the truth about your age, then you surely must know a thing or two." He said.

She smiled and chuckled. "I've picked up a few things over the years."

"Tell me miss what is a name we are, as you put it, 'worthy of pronouncing.'" Sebastian said, quoting the witch from earlier.

She smiled at the two and laughed again. She knew now that her time here would be anything but boring. "Nyra Stark."