Chapter One; Invisible
Disclaimer; I do not own Black Butler, I own Angeline and Grayson.
Date Chapter Written; (5/6/14)
~~ Angeline's Point Of View ~~
Walking in the shadows, it was where I belonged after all. I was known all over London, and whether you liked me, or hated me, that was your choice. Most liked me, but were scared and stayed away, just how I like it. Others, they hated me and always tried to murder me, or run me out of town. The would shoot bullets, swing swords, hold torches near my body, anything they could do to hurt me, they'd try it. And every time they'd either wind up dead or hurting themselves instead.
Living on the streets wasn't as bad as it was made out to be. The streets have been my home for the past nine years, ever since I was four, and I was now thirteen. It had gotten better over time, I had learned how to use a gun without shooting myself in the foot. I had mastered using a sword without stabbing myself in the side. Life was as good as it could get for a stray.
Us strays never called ourselves 'homeless' it was always 'strays' and always will be. We had one rule; Protect each stray sister and brother. We'd do what the posh wouldn't do, which was keep eachother safe.
Sitting on a bench, I put my feet up on the other end, to let the posh's know this bench was not open to the likes of them. In the corner of my eye I saw something move, slowly I turned my head. It was another stray -a girl. She had to be no older than eleven. She was a starter stray, what we called a 'Caterpillar Stray'.
I stood and made my way over to the girl. I reached out my arm and placed it on her shoulder making her jump. She quickly turned and stared at me, her blue eyes staring into mine.
"Hey there caterpillar, you lost?" I asked.
She shook her head no. "Are you homeless?"
This time she nodded. I smiled, "So am I, come on caterpillar, come with me."
We walked silently, I forced her to stay in the shadows, I would take her and teach her. She'll start with a pocket knife, and them maybe go into a sword. I wonder what her name I-
"My name is Grayson." She talked. She actually talks.
"I am Angeline. Call me Angel." I gritted my teeth. I clenched my fists and pulled out my gun. It was a presence, one I did not enjoy. Then Grayson screamed and I felt a gun pressed to my head. I froze. The person leaned closer,
"Give me your gun." It was the voice I knew anywhere. The gun left my head and I turned around to punch the person, who dodged my punch.
"Austin you idiot!" I giggled and hugged him. I introduced him to Grayson and we settled in for the night. Tomorrow, we'll be on the run again.
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A Witch Named Angel <Black Butler>
FanfictionAngeline Davis. She was an outcast, a stray, a stranger, someone who doesn't belong in the city of London. She was highly skilled, but didn't rely on anyone. People were her enemy, the ones who tried to capture and torture her. She was smart, smart...
