Through Time and Space (Black Butler Fan-fiction)

Name: Scarlet Bloodrose

Age:17

Sophomore in high school.

Black hair/ underside is Blood read, Violet eyes with gold flecks in them

Scarlet's pov.

     "High school sucks." i mumble as i walk home. it had been a bad day with lost of bullying because of my goth look and Wicca ideals. i wasn't going to stand for it anymore. my "mom" wasn't home like normal and my stoned and drunk step-dad was home with friends. i sneak past them and into my room. i work on packing up my things into my big hiking/duffel bag. when mom gets home from her morning job she yells at me to make dinner. i was a slave in my own house. my step-dad screams at me like normal before he starts to make  out with my mom, which is my que to head to bed. i had found a spell to go anywhere in time, more than once if i didn't like where i went.

     The next morning i dress in a black corset top with blood red lacing on it and a black and blood red skirt with red fishnets and black boots that go up to mt knees. i pull my hair into a pony tail to show off my many ear piercings and put a blood read stud into my lip piercing before putting on bright red fingerless gloves to cover up my gold birthmark on my left hand. i pull on my leather trench coat before grabbing my bag.

      I wasn't coming back and had everything i needed. i didn't have to worry about lockers since the school was re-doing them. my last class was world history and i liked my teacher Mark. he didn't like to be called Mr. Pucker because kids changed the P to an F. He was the only teacher that i liked. we talked about the fire of London in 1800. That was where i would go, it would be the safest place to go. i could sell herbs and tell fortunes. after class i wait until i was the last one left. "I'm ging. Thanks for being there for me." i say. Mark frowns and gives me the please stay look. "Where are you going to go?" Mark asks. i smile knowing i was kind of lieing. "London. bye." i say before leaving.

    "Witch girl." Felicity yells. i look at her and her jock of the week and jock of last week."Yes? i'm kind of busy." i say. they walk over to me. Jock 1 grabs me and turns me around to look at Felicity. "What's with the bag?" she asks. she didn't like me because her dad spent a lot of time with my mom. "leaving. let go." i say. Mark walks over and they run. i run up to the 5th floor where the art rooms where. i needed a high spot to leave from. i open the window to let some air in. i feel hands on me. "Time for a flying lesson." someone says. i cling to my bag as i am thrown out the window. i say the spell and land in a garden.

     "It worked." i gasped. i pull off my gloves and look at my hand where my gold birthmark was an it was brighter. i pulled my gloves back on. i grab my bag and hurry into town. i was getting odd looks and a police officer grabs at my arm. i flipped him before running. i didn't like being touched. "Halt." a voice yells behind me. i run faster and see a boy with his butler in the way. i had done gymnastics and knew i could back flip over the kid, which i did. i lost the cops in a cemetery. i sit on a bench to catch my breath. i feel a hand on my shoulder and i pull out my knife. i bring the knife up to their thought and finally look up. the kid i had flipped over was looking at me with wide eyes.

       "go home kid. it's not safe here." i say as i take the knife away. the kid has an eye patch and just sits there looking at me. "why where they chasing you?" he asks. i take a deep breath. "I flipped one of them. he had grabbed my shoulder and scared me." i say. he laughs. "Brat you should head home it's getting late." i say. the kid stops laughing. "I lost my butler. walk me home." he says. i shake my head sand stand with me bag on my shoulder.

     He stands and starts to follow me. "where do you plane on sleeping tonight?" he asks. i shrug not really knowing. he grabs my right hand. "here. i don't have any where else to go." i say. we walk in silence until the man from earlier that was with him shows up. " young master there you are." he says. his red/brown eyes stare into mine. "so here he is. later brat." i say before turning. the kid still has a hold of me hand.

   "What's your name?" he asks. "Scarlet. who are you?" i say. "i'm Earl Ciel Phantomhive." he says. i give a small laugh. "an Earl hu? well Ciel have a safe trip home." i say as i pull my hand out of his. "are you really going to stay here?" Ciel asks. his butler looks me up and down. i smile at him and nod my head. i walk to a mausoleum and make myself comfortable. the next morning when i get up i change into a tight red dress with a red bodice top and black lacing on it. i grab things to tell fortunes such as taroo cards and a christal ball as well as a blanket to sit on. "time to earn lunch." i say to no one before leaving.

     I head to a park and lay out my violet blanket and sit on it with my christal ball on it's stand and the cards by it i get curers looks until a handsome man sits in front of me. "do you want your fortune read?" i ask, "yes, my mother wants me to marry soon. tell me about who i might marry." he says. i give him a smile and look into my ball. "i see a red haired girl with brown eyes. she's a year younger than you. you'll meet her at a ball." i say. he pays me and soon i had several other costumers.

    "A fortune teller?" a man asks. i look up to see Ciel's butler. "i guess. do you want your fortune told?" i ask. he grabs my cards and looks throw them. "my young master sent me to get you for tea." he says as he hands me back my cards. i turn it over and see the death card on top. i gasp and drop my cards. "just tea?" i ask as i quickly pick up my cards and put them in my card bag. he nods and helps me pack up my things. once at the mausoleum i had slept in i grab my bag and put my things in them. "bring that with you." he says. i nod my head and place my bag on my left shoulder. i follow him to a manner and notice the garden i had come out of last night. so Ciel owns this manner that's good to know. i could leave from here without to much trouble.