So uh I don't really like stories with OC's but Alois is just one of my most favorite little bishies that I couldn't resist~ So I just mostly put this up here for me, but you can read if you wish~ Enjoy n stuff~

"Hoheo taralna, rondero tarel."

OC: Her name is Alice Blackwood. She was born on November 6th. She has long black hair and dark brown eyes.

I stared up at the ceiling of the dirty cell, the cold rough floor chilling my skin. I glanced over at all the other girls grouped together trying to find warmth in this mansion's underground. I stood and walked over to the corner away from all of them and stared. All were sleeping. Some were having more unpleasant dreams than others, you could tell by the sweat that ran down their forehead and the way their mouths trembled.

I could lie and say there was peace in their dreams but that would be a lie. No one trapped here knew happiness.

I can't speak for the other girls or what their situations were, but for me, I was taken from my mother at age 6 and forced here. The mansions head, was a disgusting old man. He was over weight a pedophile and a pervert. He was a simply horrible man. He loved little girls. Girls he kidnapped or took off the streets.

When it came to the old man, he knew no boundaries. And I was one of the unfortunate ones to be called, "His favorite little pet."

When he touched me, I felt tainted and horrible. The feeling was so bad that I wanted to melt my skin off or beg someone to dip me in acid. It was revolting. When he licked me I wanted to rip his tongue out and force it down his throat. When he caressed me I wanted to rip off his hand and throw it out the window. But of course, I couldn't object when he touched me, or when he made me take my clothes off and gawk at my 13 year old body. Nor could I object when he did unspeakable things to me and left marks all over my skin.

Now you'd think that he was just a normal pervert, but no... He was not only a pervert but took pleasure in inflicting pain.

As I glanced over at the girls some has gashes on their faces, some had cuts on their arms, others had scratches on their chests and stomaches. What made them colder, wasn't the cool cell floor, or the rags that clung to their lifeless bodies... it was the fact that they would wake up and still be in this hell.

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It was another dark day in the basement. It was 30 other girls and myself not really talking, but not being very silent either, when a maid brought another girl back from that pervert's grasp. She threw her in and the little girl began weeping and crying. Other girls rushed to comfort her, but I just stared. This girl was probably younger than me, by about 3 years. She had scars and cuts all over her face and back and she screamed in pain.

I grit my teeth. That disgusting pervert!

I didn't feel sorry for her, oh no. To survive this place, I only cared about myself. You couldn't comfort anyone or tell them that things would get better because you know they wouldn't.

The maid then looked at me and said, "Master requests you." All the other girls watched as I got up and walked towards her. When your name was called, you were supposed to break down into sobs and beg to stay until maids or butlers dragged you out. I wasn't a fool. I knew no good would come of that. I guess I was some sort of role model for strength to these girls, but I didn't care for them. I just wanted out.

The maids gave me a bath and dressed me up in a loose white robe. They then led me to that perverts room. He was in the process of drinking when I entered. He smiled at me, and gestured for me to come closer. The maids left the room and we were alone.

As I approached him his grin grew wider. He placed his had on my waist and began to rub up to my stomach and down to my lower thigh. "It's nice to see my favorite pet. I've been waiting for you all day." I shivered on the inside, but on the outside, I showed no emotion.

I had to be nice if I wanted any chance of getting out of this place. If I could be nice and gain his trust, when I got older, I could kill him.

"It honors me that my lord blesses me with such compliments." When I said that, I tried my hardest not to vomit. He set down his drink and pulled me into his lap and pet my head almost lovingly. But I didn't feel any love come from the gesture. Just disturbing raw lust.

He then opened the nearby drawer of the desk he was sitting at and pulled out a sharp knife. "Today, we're going to start off this way. Do you object?" I shook my head. "Good."

He took the knife and gently dragged it from the top of my forehead, across my eye, and down my cheek. Little beads of blood formed. He retraced his pattern, this time, putting more force on the blade. I gave a whimper as the knife stared to cut my skin.

"Now now," He said, applying more force to the knife once again, "I don't want to hear anything unless it is sounds of approval or you will really be punished." I nodded and bit my bottom lip to keep me from crying out in pain. His hand that was on my waist started to tug at the string that held the robe together. I shivered at the sudden cold that touched my body. My face was now dripping blood and my wound stung as if a thousand bees were attacking me, still I did not cry out. But just as I was about to give way, a man bust through the door.

"My lord! A man is here! He demands to see you or he said he will start killing people this minuet!"

The pervert stood and threw me to the ground muttering, "Damn."

I gave a little cry as I made contact with the rough floor.

He ran out of the room and I slowly reached over and grabbed the knife, hiding it in the pocket on my robe just before some maids entered. They carried me back to the basement. She carelessly wiped the blood off my face and set me down in front of the other girls. I shivered at the cold air and pulled the robe up tighter over my shoulders. As she was about to put me in the cell, a butler entered and told them, "The Master has been killed and the culprit is still in the manor."

When the maid wasn't looking I took the knife out and jammed it into her stomach roughly. She cried out in pain and collapsed to the floor. I withdrew the blade and turned to the girls.

"If you want to get out of here, come with me... If not... Stay here!" And with that I ran out of the room. Most of the girls followed me as I ran down the corridors. I felt my face start to bleed again but I ignored it. I kept running until we ran into another butler. I kicked him in the skin with the ball of my food and then in the groin to make sure he didn't get back up. We twisted through the hallways and down some stairs until we finally reached the foyer, the door only inches away. Then it happened. A loud blasting sound was heard and seconds later, the mansion exploded. I felt myself being thrown off the ground and hit something hard, then blacked out.

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My eyes fluttered open, my head was pounding, and I felt dizzy. I stood and looked around spotting the mansion. Or what was left it. The entire thing was set a blaze and corpses could be seen scattered all over the ground. Maids, butlers, the children. I felt something in the pit of my stomach. I thought it was sorrow, or pity, but as it arose to my throat and out my mouth came laughter. A manic and absolutely terrified laughter and I understood why.

All the people that continuously hurt me for seven years, were dead. I kept laughing and twirled around a little despite my raging headache. Nothing could ruin this glorious moment. Absolutely nothing. I walked over to one the dead girls and took off her rag cloth, seeing as I had no clothes and she didn't need them anymore, I slipped it on and started to skip down the road, leaving that horrid place behind.

XxX

After I had walked what seemed for miles on a dark dirt path in the middle of the night, I heard a carriage roll across the ground. I quickly looked from where the sound came from and saw a fancy carriage start to make it's way towards me. I stepped out of the way and started to walk on the side of the road.

I watched it go by, thinking it was some high and mighty noble making their way to a fancy party when it slowed to a halt a few feet away from me. A butler stepped down from the carriage, but this butler was different from the ones I knew. He had his hair pushed back on one side and sharp gold eyes. He was dressed entirely in black in a tailcoat. I could since that something was different about him. He gave off a different aura. A dangerous one. He opened the door and out stepped a boy that looked to be a little older than me. He had blond hair and piercing blue eyes. He wore a purple coat and white fancy clothes. He looked at me and smiled a wicked smile.

I stepped back a few feet and glared at him as he approached me. "Who are you?"

"My name is Alois Trancy... Tell me... are you a girl who ran away from that mansion we blew up?"

My eyes widened in shock for a moment but I bared my teeth. "Maybe...Who wants to know?"

He clapped his hands together and smiled. "Claude! She is~ I thought I told you to leave no one alive?"

The butler bowed and started walking towards me. Damn! I tried to think up a plan of escape in my head but nothing came to mind. I was caught in his stare and I couldn't get out. His eyes were locked on me like a tiger to a prey and I couldn't look away no matter how much I tried.

What was this man? His eyes flashed a sharp pink as he got closer to me, but they turned back to their original gold when Alois started speaking.

"Wait Claude. I think I want to keep her~ " His voice turned dark. "After all, she might be worth something if she survived an explosion from Hell."