I do not own Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler) or have any affiliations with it. I'm just a FanFiction writer. Yana Toboso owns it. I do own the Bishop Family, though.

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Call Me Alois

Hello. My name is Danielle Bishop, but you can call me Ell. I'm 13 years old, and I normally live in Florida. I love it down here in the Sunshine State (though as of recently it's been raining most the time).

Today, my family took my older brother and me to England on a vacation. Christopher, my brother, figured it out before I did. Like always. I always seem to be a little slow at figuring out my parent's plans, but I'm actually sort of smart. I have a B+ average at school.

Anyways, I was reluctant to go, but Christopher felt that he had to make me. He really is a protective older brother. A little smothering, even. He did chase away my first few boyfriends. Maybe there is a reason I'm single… Oh well.

Our conversation went a bit like this:

"Elli, you have to come. It'll be fun."

"No."

"But who will protect you from the seniors at school! Without me, you'll be toast!"

"No."

"Fine, but you'll miss seeing Aunt Scarlet."

"Wait, what?"

So I decided to go. Aunt Scarlet is my favorite aunt, after all. She's a little out there, but she's into all the things I'm into. She will watch animated Disney flicks with me, and then take me to Karate right after. She'll spend an hour on costume makeup to wash it off and go swimming. Auntie's really nice to me, unlike some of my other aunts. The other aunts don't like our family because of our little "trait."

So now, as I write this, we arrived in England and were picked up by Aunt Scarlet. She ruffled my wavy mop and smiled when she saw me. I looked at what she was wearing compared to everyone else and wanted to laugh. She had on a long yellow skirt and a nice white shirt. Looking up at her face again, I noticed she cut her hair.

"Nice haircut, Aunt Scarlet. It compliments your eyes."

For some reason, Aunt Scarlet's eyes are a strange yellow-brown color. Whenever she has short hair, it complements her eyes. When her brown hair is long, it looks like she was trying to look like some mystical creature, but when her hair is short it looks cute. I quite like our family's weird traits: someone always has unnaturally colored hair, or eyes, or both. My father (who also happened to have the last name "Bishop") thought that my mother's silver-blue hair was attractive and gorgeous. And it is, it's long and straight and shiny. She takes good care of it, even though many have urged her to dye it a normal color.

Of course, with my luck, the trait didn't get passed down to me. I have (sadly) normal blonde hair and blue eyes. Gag me. I mean, at least I could have had red hair, you know? And it doesn't help how I feel when people always ask if I'm a family friend or something because I look so different. Aunt Scarlet says I look like her grandfather, the starter of our line of Bishops, but I don't want to look like him. I want to look like Mom, or her.

But, it doesn't matter to me that much. I guess...

When we got to her house, she sent my brother and me to our rooms to talk to our parents. Inside my closet, I found my collection. Now, what is my collection of, you ask? Well… that's for me to know and you to presume. I'm just mysterious like that. It's my thing.

I went downstairs for dinner, knowing that it would end up being take-out if Aunt Scarlet tried to cook. As much as I love her, nothing will help her in the kitchen. Whatever she does ends up in some sort of mess. Not an explosion or anything, but I'm pretty sure it isn't edible. And, once again, I was right.

We came back to her house with Korean take-out. Apparantly, she's been really into Korean food lately. She tries all sorts of things, but doesn't hesitate to tell people if something doesn't please her or if she doesn't like something's taste. Though, in the restaurant, it got really hot and stuffy before we got our food. It also was really crowded, which is something I really don't like. I'm sort of like that "be one with yourself" person. I mean, my bubble is my bubble. Your bubble is your bubble. I respect that. So, before I ate dinner, I wanted to check out the garden to get some fresh air. She has a secluded space in it just for her and me, because I found it one day. It's by a little koi pond. Sometimes, they come up to the surface and make frog noises at me.

I was standing there gazing at the dark but still clear water, when I heard a voice in my ear.

"Et uo te dél ce lseut."

It was a strange whisper in a strange language. The voice—which I presumed to be that of a man—grabbed me by the arms and pulled them together roughly. He kicked the back of my knees and made me fall forward. Then he tied my arms and grabbed me by my hair. I'll just clarify in case you don't know: that hurts. My hair is already sensitive because I have migraines sometimes. It was an ouch moment.

On the other side of the koi pond, I noticed a tall, shadowy figure.

"Oh no, this will not do at all. Not one bit."

Sticky red blood landed in my hair, and I fell to the ground. Subsequently, I rolled into the koi pond. I tried to get free, but the ropes were too tight. I panicked and almost started trying to breathe. Luckily, as I noted before, I wasn't alone. A slender hand grabbed the ropes and pulled me out.

"My, the young master will not be happy about this."

It's the prologue! Read and Review.

PS: The language is French written backwards. The spacing of the words is how the sentence originally was spaced.