----- It happened two years ago, on my birthday. The bloodbath was fresh and clear, the image stained into my brains. "Jay?" The voice kept calling. "Jay." It kept calling. "Jay?" IT KEPT CALLING. "JAY?!" IT KEPT GOD DAMN CALLING! ---- Her warm hands touched my chest as her worried eyes gazed over to mine. Her black hair fell over her shoulder as her tears dropped onto my face, a useless motivation for me to stand up. Her cheeks were covered in blood, and I raised my thumb to wipe it off her beautiful face. "Ciel..." ---- "JAY!" My trance snapped, and my eyes looked over to Violet, my "replacement" for Ciel. My beautiful Ciel. She was a fussy girl, but she was my best friend. She wasn't hesitent when my mom decided I needed a fiance, and called for her. Quite the opposite, she squealed and decided to change. Her old, plain self now an exposed pariah, her too tight outfit shocking our friends. She had changed, caking herself in makeup. ... It was my eighteenth birthday. I remember when my dear Ciel promised to run away together, far away from here, and enjoy the rest of our lives together. But it was helpless. She was taken away from me, my beautiful Ciel. I remember when her sparkling grey eyes screamed for me when she was dragged away, my limp body turning my head, forcing me to watch her being slaughtered before my very eyes. Or was she beat up then shipped away? It wasn't very clear. And I saw was a blurry scene, Ciel being beat up, possibly murdered, then a group of well-built men dragged her numb body to an open door and left. She was never seen again, my beautiful Ciel. --- Prolouge!
----- It was Jay's eighteenth birthday, and I remembered that promise he gave to me. I agreed, foolishly, to run away with him. It was a pipe dream, although I wish it were true. I miss my dear Jay, so much. I've been crying for him many a months after they shipped me to Tokyo City. "Lady Ciel?" I was sent to a foster home, my foster parents two rich business people, who owned a few companies. They earned many, spoiling me in every way possible. I was still a well mannered girl though. I looked into the mirror of my vanity set, a pair of cruel eyes starinf back at me. My crystal clear green eyes were no more, they were hidden in bright blue contact lenses, my black hair now a strawberry shade of blonde. I was hideous, I wasn't natural. I wasn't Ciel. I wasn't Ciel. It was a secret between me and my maid Rosamund. She wasn't much of a maid, more of a best friend. She was only a year older than me, her curly brunette hair tangled in a mess after having to do the household chores. She wasn't a typical western maid, she was more Japanese type, and she maintained her natural Japanese beauty. My name became Jasmine, emphasizing on the i. Nobody recognized me as Ciel. When I was shipped in this hell hole, I had already undergone a makeover. HE did it, HE made me different. HE made me Jasmine. I wasn't Ciel anymore. Never can be. ...I'm acting out of character... ... Which I am supposed to if I'm to keep Jay safe. -----
----- I blew out te candles plainly. I didn't care about my wish. It was always the same for two years. 'Bring Ciel back... Please God... Please. Take my soul, all I ask is to bring Ciel back. My beautiful Ciel.' I looked down at the cake. It was a notebook shape, made by Violet, stuck with some of her slutty pictures. They weren't edible, so I peeled them off and threw them in the trash. Violet just stared at me as if I slapped her in the face. I sat there emotionless, and tears silently fell, threatening to make me scream out Ciel's name in front of the crowd. People were staring, but Violet took this as an oppurtunity and yelled, "LOOK! He's so adorable! He's crying because he's so emtional and grateful because I-" "CIEL! CIEL, WHERE ARE YOU?! CIEL, CIEL?!" People sighed out in either disappointment or relief. Nobody liked Violet's bitchy self anyways. Violet was practically shrieking. Her eyes were throwing daggers at me, but I threw them off with my silence. It was an uncomfortable silence, and I swore under my breath. "You're still in love with that bitch." "She's better than who you are now. And don't EVER speak of Ciel like that again, or you'll regret it." That shut her up. I left my room and my mom to share the huge cake. ---- Mother never aporoved of Ciel. Said she was too free, optimistic, too loud. My mom favoured Violet, her quietness and fake elegance charmed her. As for my father, he despised Violet, and treated Ciel as his own daughter. Mother always swore at Ciel, and sometimes after dinner she would crawl into my room and bed at night when no one was looking then cry. I missed her warmth, I missed her embracing me in hugs. I missed her. ----