The Girl Who Liked To Play With Snakes

Chapter 4

This is kind of the idea I had for Arabella's dress. 

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Starting my trek to the circus, I realized that I had no idea where I was going. This was London, England, not Toronto, Canada. With that in mind, I decided to ask someone for directions. Walking up to a few people I tried to ask, but they kept walking away not paying me any mind. How rude, I thought. I kept asking and still, I had no answer. Looking down at my feet I see the bright pink dress that the Undertaker had told me to change into. This could be one reason for no one helping me.

I walk into an ally way to try and find a place to change. There was a corner in the alley that leads to a dead end, a perfect place to switch dresses.

>>>>>>5 minutes later (With many complications)<<<<<<<<

Slowly I walked out of the ally checking to see if anyone saw me. Seeing no signs of such I start to make my way down the street. Nobody really seemed to be looking at me, but a few glances from women told me what they thought. I was nothing but a freak who showed her body to try and get by. While they thought that, I knew why I dressed like this and in my mind, nobody else needed to know. Becoming deep in thought, I accidentally bumped into someone causing them to trip.

"I'm so sorry sir-", I looked to see a blue-haired child with a very tall black-haired man.

"No need to apologize. The young master wasn't paying attention as much as he should have," the black-haired man said bowing. The boy stared at me with an unreadable expression. I shifted on my feet and then began to speak. 

"No really, it is my fault. I was trying to figure out how to get to the location of the circus. It's my first time in London, you see, and I'm a little turned around." I said shifting again on my feet. The older man, probably a little older than myself, gave me a look of understanding while the boy still gave me the same expression. What is wrong with this kid?

"Sebastian, can you write out the directions on a sheet of paper?" The boy finally asked. He talked like he was a lot older than he was, he was most likely only 13. The black haired man, now known as Sebastian, pulled out a notepad and gave me the directions. What was the boy's name I wonder?

"Thank you. You are the first people to stop and help me with this. I'm sorry again for bumping into you." I apologized and curtsied. "Oh, in case we meet again. I am Arabella Gladstone." I put out my hand for a shake but was met with a kiss to my knuckles instead by the young boy.

"I am the Lord Ciel Phantomhive." So, Ciel, the name sounds kind of familiar.

"Well, I'll be on my way. Thank you again." I said quickly waving and starting my trek once again to the circus. I could feel their eyes on my back right until I went around a corner. I took a big breath and slowed my walking a bit. Talking to people was not my strong suit. Animals were a different story though. With them not understanding human exchanges they could not really judge or make comments towards us. Rocco was my personal proof of that.

>>>>>>>Time skip because I don't have time to write in detail<<<<<<<

It had become late afternoon by the time I found the land in which the circus was being held. The tent was huge and there were still some things being set up to keep it sturdy. I knew not to go in yet so I stood at the entrance and observed what I could. There were lots of people practicing near the tent on balls, tightropes and some were even throwing knives. I listened closely to try and find what kind of animals were there but I was met with whispers. One whisper stood above the rest and it seemed to speak to a person. It was hard to tell though.