Black Magic (The black butler fan fic version)

Prologue

I don't own Black Butler!!!! Though I wish I did...

Please enjoy! XP

I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock blaring music. I proceed in grabbing it and throwing it against the wall. Curse you technology! Man, I am so not a morning person.

I yawn and get out of bed. My alarm clock is laying in pieces on the floor… again. Opsies. I go over to my closet and look for some suitable clothes, aka one of the three outfits I have. Crap, mental note, once I have the money I need to buy more clothes. If I ever get any money that is. You see, my job doesn’t pay. Cudos to all you fifteen year old girls out there who get to have normal lives, but no, not me, never me.  I get stuck with all the crap you normal chicks don’t have to deal with. Well, life isn’t fair now is it?

I chose my regular outfit, a maid-like witch one. Hey, don’t judge me. It suits me and I like it and it was on sale. (A/N: what she looks like on the cover XP) ‘Cause god knows I don’t have enough money to buy another freakin outfit between bills, food, and job supplies! My other job as a stupid waitress pays low! I can’t even afford to go to school! Grrr, stupid money!

I stomp into the shower and leave my clothes on the sink. The water feels so nice and calming. I regret having to get out. I dry off and put my clothes on. The outfit really does suit me. Yes, I, Kyasuta Mahono, look very sexylicious—I mean suiting indeed…hehe.

I run down the steps and into the kitchen. Don’t ask me how I was able to buy a two-story for cheap. I grab an instant biscuit from the fridge and put it in the microwave. While I was waiting I went through my mental to-do list for today. Eat a biscuit and cast some protection spells. Yeah, that’s my job, I protect the town from badies from hell. Great job, I know. I am sooo underpaid for this… The microwave beeps making me jump. Wasn’t expecting it… I shove the biscuit in my mouth and head for the basement.

My basement isn’t normal just so you know. It has a magic circle in the middle. Just what you’d expect from a girl who’s name literally means ‘caster of magic’. Yes, I came up with that name myself thank you. Pretty neat huh?

I grab some candles from the shelves and put them in their designated spots, almost knocking over my overly stocked shelves in the process. I grab some incense, oil, and salt. Those I put in a bowl in the middle of the circle. I get my book in which I have recorded all of my spells in.

“Ignite.” I say and snap my fingers. The candles light up and the magic circle starts to glow. The candle fire turns blue and ignites the circle in blue flames. It really is an amazing sight no matter how many times I look at it. My strangeness starts to kick in and I feel an urge to chant the word shiny over and over again. I resist though and kneel in front of the circle. I start to chant a new spell I came up with yesterday and never got a chance to try.

I am the sorceress,

and you are my captive,

for you have answered to the call of my incense,

I have prepared mounds and wrapped them in oil and salt,

to brand my taste on your chest,

with my whispers sing in your ears,

and make you deaf to all others .

I try not to think about anything but a little idea pops into my head, what if the characters from my favorite animes come out? This usually doesn’t happen, I’m usually focused. I quickly push back the thought hoping it hasn’t affected the spell. Too late apparently. The magic circle’s flames turn black.

But then it frizzles out… “Screw you ya stupid poem!” I shout at the book. I stomp up the stairs and slam the door to the basement. I angrily put my hand on the door and chant a sealing spell,

There is a locked room down here

with an iron door that can't be opened.

It has all your bad dreams in it.

It is hell.

Nice spell huh? I shall say this now, I am not one for all the butterflies and rainbows kind of spells.

I walk into the kitchen and check my crystal ball which I keep on the counter. Yes, I own one. Don’t judge me. I check to see if it has changed color, which it hasn’t. Yay, I can go straight to work without having to shoot a werewolf! I run out to my garage and get my car, a jet-black Chrysler. I open the garage door with a bit of magic and set off.

I arrive at my work place. It’s a nightclub/restaurant called The Haunt. It fits me perfectly ‘cause I get to wear my maid-witch outfit.

I walk in through the back door and check in with my boss.

“What table will I be having today sir?” I ask nicely.

“Hmm, Kya you’ll be waiting on tables eight through twelve.” He says nicely. I walk through the kitchen and get to work.

I arrive back home exhausted. Waiting takes a lot out of me for the simple reason that I have to be nice to people. Not my forte.

I walk into the house and lean on my counter. The crystal ball is still clear. Maybe my protection spell from yesterday scared the crap out of all the monsters? Score one for the witch!

Suddenly I hear a noise from my basement. Oh god… I walk over to the door and put my ear up to it. Yep, diffidently noises. Great, just great, I probably released something with my last spell. It’s what I like to call time-lag, where the spell doesn’t work immediately. I’ve done this a couple of times actually. Once I summoned a vampire into my basement. Yeah, I know, real smooth.

I hear another noise from the basement. I grab a steak knife from my kitchen drawer and walk over to the door. I begin the releasing spell,

I let you go

Release the chains

I no longer need you to be my prisoner

I slowly open the door and look in. I reach out to flip the light switch only to be pinned against the wall by something black.

Dun dun da..... epic cliffhanger!