Chapter 1: His maid-Sold

Violet Hawke is a smart girl, to smart not to know her drunkard father was up to something. It all started a week ago after her eighteenth birthday. Her father ,Nathan Hawke, had been meeting with some shady characters for the past week. Violet was beginning to fear that the threat he always made of selling her was going to become reality for her very soon. She had a plan to escape before that ever happened.

That's how he found her, body half out her window, half way to her freedom. She'd stolen much of his possessions hoping to sell them off to make her way to London a touch easier. Violet chose London because it was huge and hoped to disappear there.

Her father's hand grabs the back of her shirt yanking her back into the room. "You thieving harlot, is it not enough that I have sheltered you and clothed you for eighteen god forsaken years!" Nathan growls at her, snatching the bag she had her loot in. "You will go with those people down stairs you have no say in this matter."

Violet ,not about to give in makes a final attempt, she darts around her father towards the window he just yanked her from. She dives through it, the cold March early morning air scrapes her skin as she tumbles to the ground, before she takes off running towards the stables to get the horse. She can hear her father yelling and those sick twisted people who have bought her race after her.

"Unlock you stupid door!" she hisses, fingers fumbling with the latch on the stable door. After fumbling for a second she opens it and runs to the only horse they own. She doesn't have the time to saddle it, instead opting to go bareback. The horse whinny's as she fists it's mane and kicks his sides. "YAH!"

Her ash brown shoulder length hair whips back the horse races out of the stable and past the angry purchasers and her father. She doesn't dare glance back, keeping her watering gray eyes ahead concentrating hard. It doesn't take long before she doesn't hear the shouting anymore having finally having reached the outer portion of her families land.

Suddenly there's a loud noise and the horse jerks underneath her, slumping over. A bullet wound at his temple."Those fuckers shot him!" She screeches. Only then does she hear them, her own horse's hooves drowned out their own. They were tailing her the entire time. Eight of them surround her in seconds, all on horse back. She has no hope to escape, she knows that. She's one girl against eight complete strangers, and her poor excuse for a father.

"Grab her don't let her escape again." Says one the horse riders closest to her, Violet thinks he must be their leader. He's wearing a hood and a mask, just like the others all are. The only exception is that he also has an insignia on his robes. It looks to be like a V with another strange symbol inside of it. " We will be requiring some of that money back since we had to capture her ourselves." he says, this time to Nathan.

"All sells are final." Sneers her Father, looking disgusted, " Just take the brat and go."

Obviously this was the wrong thing to say if going by the insignia clad man's reaction. He pulls out a pistol from somewhere in his robes and trains it on Nathan. "I won't tell you a second time." He drawls, pulling the trigger. Her fathers brains and bone fly through the air some getting on her. She can only watch with wide eyes as the man goes through Nathan's pockets. He finds what he's looking for after going through each one and pulls out a wad of money. He pockets it himself before turning to face her.

"Now then, if you want to live I suggest you follow my orders girl." He growls, grabbing her hands and tying them with a rope. She doesn't fight back, her will has been shattered. She knows this man won't hesitate to shoot her, his lackeys would probably follow suit. So she numbly allows the man to put her on his horse. She can try to escape later, when and if they reach a town.

-One month later-

It's been exactly one month, one hellish month, since they've brought her to this abandoned manor. They never did head into a town. She does however believe they're close to some sort of city if the view from the window is any inclination. If only they would've used the main road, instead of back roads.

She's been stuck in a cage since they've purchased her. At first there we're other girls, but they are all dead now. She realizes now, what she should of the first time she saw them, that they were a cult. They've sacrificed all the other girls. She's all that's left, last time they tried to sacrifice her she yanked the knife from one of them and stabbed him. He lived much to her annoyance, and she got a few broken ribs for her trouble.

"Open the cage," says a Cultist. He's holding a rod in one hand that has a claw like apparatus on one end. Violet prepares herself, glaring at the men, she's ready to pounce on them once they open the door. She will escape today, even if she has to kill them all. When they last fed her they were stupid enough to give her a fork. She still has it hidden in her tunic, they don't ever bother to search her for weapons. They are all to arrogant, thinking they were beyond harm.

One of the lackeys walks to the cage and opens the door. The man with the claw arm steps forward intent on grabbing her with it to keep her at bay. So they weren't stupid after all, they know if they allow her to get to close she'll lash out. She however is small and quick on her feet. She wasn't beaten nearly as bad as the others, mostly because she knew how to avoid them. Her father taught her that much, when he used to go on one of his drunken benders. She easily dodges around the claw and pulls out her fork. She rushes the claw man, stabbing her fork in his eye. He screams and drops the weird claw thing, both of his hands clutching the fork in his eye. Violet tackles him knocking him down, her hands search his robes. Her fingers grasp what she was looking for, a pistol.

"Quick grab her don't let her fire that thing!" shouts one of them. She aims at one of them, gun trained on where their heart should be, and fires. She's glad that her neighbor taught her how to shoot a gun, in an act of pity after one of her fathers beatings. He claimed he taught her so if the time came she could defend herself against Nathan. Well the lessons obviously payed off, if the dead man was anything to go by. A rush of adrenaline courses through her as she trains the gun on the next person close to her.

BANG

He too falls to the ground dead. She feels invincible. Any one who dares to grab at her, she shoots and fires at them. Pretty soon the gun is empty and the cultist are all on the ground dead. She stares at them numbly, eyes devoid of emotion. A month ago she would've been a broken mess after killing six people. Now she feels nothing. Violet knew they we're going to kill her, she was just lucky enough that they were dumb enough not to fear a petite girl.

CREEEEAAAAKKKKK

Violet snaps to attention empty gun trained on the door. She heard the front door open, she's sure of it. Soon enough the ritual room door, the room she's in, starts to rattle. She hears a voice on the other side.

"Just knock the door down Sebastian," scoffs the voice of a child," seriously, I haven't got all day.

Another voice this one of a man responds. " Of course my young master." If she was able to see them she's sure the man would be smiling. The door flies open revealing a child and a man dressed as a butler. Confused Violet lowers the pistol as the kid steps forward.

"My my seems we've missed quite the show master." the butler says, smirking at her. Her hand automatically grips the pistol tighter. If she has to use this damned thing as a club and beat these two people to death with it, she will. She will not be anyones prisoner again.

"Are you all that's left girl?" says the kid, his one eye focused on her. She opens her mouth to answer, her voice weak after a month of not using it. "T-t-there were other girls, but they killed them. I was all that was left." Violet answers him stumbling over her words just a bit.

"And you a small girl killed all these men?" he says clearly not believing it, his butler just smiles.

"B-believe what you want I don't rather care if you believe me or not!" she hisses. She tries to step around them but the butler grabs her arm. She reacts on instinct, the adrenaline still heavy in her veins. She pistol whips the man, but it does no good. He doesn't even seem fazed by the action. He grabs the gun from her and tosses it away, then grabs her more securely in his arms.

"Don't be a fool, we were here to save any kidnapped girls and bring these people to justice." says the boy glaring at her. "Your picture isn't even on the list of the missing people, how'd you end up here in the first place?"

"How the hell do you think?!" Violet growls her voice growing strong in her annoyance, "I was fucking sold you half wit, who even are you people!" The butler laughs, and Violet eyes him over her shoulder warily.

"It seems we have unsettled the poor girl," he says. " Perhaps introductions are in order young master."

"Yes yes seems like we have no choice in the matter, this girl will just continue to be irrate if we do not, and we need answers." the kid says acting like the whole thing was one big inconvenience.

"Well then if I may introduce myself, I am Sebastian head butler to the Earl Phantomhive, and this is said Earl, Ciel Phantomhive." Sebastian says grinning down at her clearly amused by the whole situation.

Just what in the hell has she gotten into now?

A/N: Well there you have it the first chapter. I don't know how long of a story this will be. I aim to update it at least once a month. It will also closely follow the anime version not the manga. The next chapter will just be Violet getting used to life again and her being offered a place at Ciel's home. I plan on making chapter three based on episode one of the anime. It's been about ten or so years since I've written anything, I'm sure I'm a bit rusty. Any feedback is welcomed :D