Elena Winters was a Anime loving Canadian that dreamed of being transported into one of her favourite animes. But she didn't mean it literally! Especially being reborn as Madam Red's and Rachel Dallas-Phantomhive's little sister! And why is Vincent...
'This isn't how I thought things would go.....' I sighed but I wasn't really surprised at the result.
I knew that my existence changed things but how did this become our talk?
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(Madame Red currently trying to strangulate or pop off the Queen's Lap Dog's head like it's a Barbie doll.)
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"I just want to mold into my bed and sleep till this nightmare is over" I groaned, scrubbing my face in exhaustion as we arrived at the townhouse.
"Agreed." Ciel sniffed hauntingly from his position in Sebastian's arms.
I was quietly impressed that he looked like a regal noble even while being carried.
"Can we just ditch them in there and run?" I joked when when we reached the front door.
"OVER MY DEAD BODY!!!!!!" The door swung open and Elena found herself pulled into the living room and trapped in a bone crushing hug.
A curtain of red hair (not mine) covered my vision.
"I already lost you once! Your not leaving my sight!" Madame Red raged keeping her arms tight around her sister. She knew that Elena would run at any chance she could get.
Elena became limp in her sister's arms. She knew when to pick her battles and facing her sister's wrath was something she liked to watch but not receive.
"Now.......why is my sister a fourteen year old?" Madame Red questioner the occupants of the room. Her aura glowing menacingly, making the men stiffen in fear.
I remained indifferent to the new atmosphere, taking pleasure watching them squirm from my limp position that said 'sorry I can't answer that because I am dead'.
I inwardly cackled.
"And you!!!!!" Madame Red suddenly swung around to face the wig-less and contact less Queen's Lapdog who was busy twisting and squeezing water from his wig.
I perked up, curious to see my sister's reaction to her supposed 'beloved'.
I was not expecting the kick.
*BANG!*
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