~The Tale of Mystery~{Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji: Red Hood Diary- Spinoff}

Ch.1 ~Mystery, Wakes Up~

My life has changed as I went on...

Many of you know me and what my name is. You know what happened ever since I came to a large city known as London. You know about my connection to a certain boy who was an Earl and then a demon butler, who worked for the boy. You know of my purpose. And you know what happened in the end. But I never told you the story of my life before I came to London...

Once upon a time, I was born on November 4, 1871. I was born into a noble family known as the Phantomhives. My mother was Rachel and my father was Vincent. And my aunt was named Angelina Durless, or as you know, Madame Red. I was the first born child and loved very much. 

"Rachel, she is truly an adorable child. She'll grow up to be very beautiful." the young Madame Red said. Rachel and Vincent smiled as they sat on the couch and watched her play with their little daughter. 

Back then, I was named Anastasia Phantomhive. And these memories you see now- I barely remember them- but that doesn't mean they weren't real. 

Time went by and Anastasia grew up quickly. Tanaka held her as her mother and father were busy with their work. Tanaka was in Anastasia's room with her. He did whatever was necessary to care for the girl. For quite some time, Vincent and Rachel were always busy and didn't get to spend time with their daughter. So it was either Tanaka or Angelina that cared for her. 

Later on, Rachel now held her daughter alone in her bedroom. Rachel smiled happily as she looked out of the window. She watched as the other servants of the manor work outside on the garden, dust the concrete from leaves and twigs, and others walking about looking busy. Vincent had come into the room and joined his beloved wife and daughter. He stood behind Rachel and wrapped his arms around hers and kissed her cheek. Rachel turned and smiled at him and they both looked down at Anastasia, who was looking around with her big blue eyes and making whimper sounds. 

A year and a half passed and she was two years old and she had learned to walk a while ago. Her hair was short and black with little curls. She wore a little blue dress. She played with her doll, the same one she would find in the future in the mansion ruins. As she continued to play, the big family dog came to her side and playfully attacked her while licking her face and Anastasia squealed in laughter.

"Vincent, she hasn't spoken yet" Rachel said to him as they watched her silently play. "It'll take time. Don't worry. Everyone has a different start" Vincent said encouragingly. Later that day, Rachel sat in a chair as she held Anastasia and Vincent stood beside his wife. The photographer flashed a picture and gave a smile. "I'll bring this to the painter and he'll tell you when the portrait will be done." "Thank you, sir" Vincent smiled and shook hands with him. He turned to Rachel who smiled back at him. "Darling, is it alright if I take Anastasia out for a walk?" she asked. "Of course, just stay close to manor, dear." Vincent said then kissed Rachel then kissed Anastasia on her head. He walked off as he was called for business.

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Rachel walked outside in the nice, cloudy day wearing a wool jacket, carrying Anastasia in her arms. Anastasia was also wearing a coat but smaller. Rachel walked through the gardens and into the border of the woods, but still close to the mansion.