Athena

A Performer

Two days later . . .

I finally came to my senses and I instantly knew something was wrong. I was in an unfamiliar house with an unfamiliar man leering at me from the side. I looked at my body and saw that I was not in the same thing I had went to sleep in. I was now dressed in a white dress with frills at the bottom and a tight middle that had criss crossing ribbons, and I was wearing a bonnet. "I am so glad you are finally awake my dear I have been waiting."

I finally looked up at the man who had spoken, sitting in a wheel chair he was wrapped in head to toe in bandages save for his mouth and hands or other important places like that.

"I am glad to have finally woken up master." I replied in the most soothing voice as I could. "But I must ask" I new I had been sold "why would you buy such an ugly thing such as myself?" I asked him in a low voice.

"Oh no no no no no no no don't think of yourself like that dear, you are the most beautiful thing I have ever see. Your skin pale, like the moonlight, hair as gold as the sun and eyes as blue as the sea. My dear you are the most perfect child I have ever seen, a lovely white rose that blooms in only the most beautiful of places, but you have thorns as well." At that point I touched my wrist and noticed that my things were gone, I was just luckily that they didn't know how to seal.

"Thank you sir but please do not praise my so much I feel embarrassed, I am only a young girl born into a family of people much more beautiful than I am." I told him.

"And do tell who is your family dear girl?" he asked eyes gleaming.

"My name is Amelia Phantomhive, the only female child of the Phantomhives." I told him trying to make a cover story "I was a sickly child so I could never leave the comfort of my mamas arms. I am but a useless child and even now to my dearest brother I am useless." I told him.

"You shall meet the others soon, now come along." His eyes still gleamed in madness but for now they were cold and calculating.

In the dinning room . . .

"Joker! Come in here!" he yelled out into the empty space.

In a flash a young man with orange hair dressed like a performer was by our side. "Yes Father?" he asked as calmly as possible, though he looked terrified.

"Let me introduce you to your brand new sister, Amelia. Amelia this is Joker and he is your new older brother." He said smiling like crazy.

I looked at the older boy and smiled as innocently as possible "It is nice to meet you brother." I curtsied and bowed my head.

"She shall join your troupe." He told the boy.

"But she may not have any training-" he started to protest but was cut off.

"Then train her. From now on she is Rose the performer." He said and a little kid came up behind he-man and wheeled him away.

"Come with me Rose." We walked down a long hallway "How did you end up here Rose?" he asked.

I dropped my act and pulled of my bonnet with my hair tumbling down still in soft wavy curls. "I was sold to your father in the black market a while ago. I don't mind as long as he doesn't try anything on me." I said, I looked down at my dress and new it was not suitable to preform in. "Will you please turn around for a moment while I fix myself, please?" I looked down at myself and tore a piece of the dress and wrapped it around my head and made a bow. I took some dark blue dye from my seal and died the dress different shades of blue. The dress came to the middle of my thighs in a ballerina style with two layers of frills and a large black bow on my waist with the ends hanging of the back and a large blue rose on the center of it. I fixed the top to hug my body perfectly and have no sleeves, and black gloves with no fingers gloves and light blue frills around the wrist. I dyed the ribbon in my hair black as well, and a blue rose in the middle of it two, this held my bangs out of my face. I took the extra fabric left and made black stockings that covered all of my legs and dyed my ballerina shoes dark blue to match the dress. "You can look now." I told him.

"Where did you get that dress from?" he asked me accusingly, as if I had stolen it.

"That's a trade secret." I told him. Then I looked closely at his face and noticed a design on his face and realized I needed one to.

I placed a finger on my arm and drew out some blue paint; I traced a small rose that covered my right eye. "Let us go introduce you to the others." He grabbed my hand and we ran outside and on to a horse to go to where the circus was set up.