A Little Hope (A Black Butler Fan Fiction)

Twelve

You wake up in the bed of the guest room. Jerrod is sitting at the window. You get up and Jerrod dresses you in a black dress with white elbow-length gloves. He leaves your hair down and places a white hat over your loose (h/c) hair. Jerrod then does your make up and escorts you into the dinning room.

Ciel sits across from you. Sebastian offers a plate of food to you. You decline and just sit there emotionless. Ciel feels terrible for you. You lost your parents and your little sister. He is pretty happy though. He got to hold you in his arms last night, and he got to hear your beautiful voice.

You excuse yourself from the table and leave to the guest room. Jerrod helps you pack your bags. You were leaving today. It was a long three days. Jerrod begins to ready your carriage. You sat by the window, looking outside. A stray tear fled from your eye. Someone knocks on your door.

"Who is it?" you ask.

A soothing voice answers, "Sebastian m'lady. My master asked me to check on you."

"Come in," you tell him and look back outside. Sebastian walks in and stands by you. You begin to hum your mother's sweet lullaby.

"Are you alright Lady (y/n)?" Sebastian asks, a little worry in his tone. You nod and continue to stare at the beautiful nature. Sebastian places his hand on your shoulder. You brush it away gently.

You speak up, "Thank you for saving me yesterday."

"It was nothing Lady (y/n)," Sebastian's eyes flash pink really quickly, "There is no need to thank a lowly butler like me."

"You're not a lowly butler," you say softly, "You're a great butler. A great butler that saved a helpless girl's life."

Sebastian smile, "A Phantomhive butler that couldn't do that isn't worth his salt."

You continue to stare, emotionless, "How did you find me?"

"Well," Sebastian begins his story, "I knocked on your door, ready to serve lunch. I heard no awnser so I peeked in. Your butler was asleep and you were missing. I woke up your butler and told him the news. He ran outside to search for you. I told Ciel the news. He order me to find to find you at any cost."

"I ran out with Jerrod. We searched every building in London. You weren't in London at all. Jerrod is forbidden to leave London so I continued alone. I finally found an abandoned wearhouse. I walked into a lit room and saw a woman about to shoot you," Sebastian continues.

"I walks over to her and she just disappeared.  I then took you away from there and back here," Sebastian finishes.

You nod, "Well thank you Sebastian."

"Your welcome Lady (y/n)," Sebastian walks out of the guest room and leaves you alone again. You sing the chorus of your mom's lullaby.

"And someday you'll know that nature is so. The same rain that draws your near me, falls on rivers and land and forest and sand. Makes the beautiful world that you see in the mourning."

A few more tears slide down your eyes. Jerrod walks in, "Your carriage is ready Lady (y/n)." You nod and get up. Ciel and his servants are outside. They all wave to you as you enter tour carriage. You wave back from the window.

"Goodbye (y/n)," Ciel calls to you as Jerrod rides away with you.

*time skip*

Your carriage pulls up to your manor. Everyone is outside, ready to greet you. Hope jumps up on your shoulders and lays around your neck. You pet the cats head and greet your brother. Lucy's personal servants are gone. Cole hugs you tightly. The only family you had left at the manor is him. You hug him back.

Jerrod and Jiana begin to bring your bags inside the manor. You look at your brother and then walk inside. You sit in your favorite chair in the study. Harold enters the study and stands by you. "Why are you here?" you ask, harshly.

"Earl Cole told me to watch you Lady (y/n)," Harold explained. Your brother is Earl (y/l/n) now. You never thought of that. Jerrod walks in, saving you from the annoying Harold.

"I can watch Lady (y/n) now Harold. Please go prepare lunch. Lady (y/n) didn't eat last night or this mourning," Jerrod tells him. Harold nods an leaves. Jerrod hands you a cup of tea. You sip on the tea and look into the fire in the fireplace. Tears slide down your face while you think of your little sister.