"I hate humans," you grumbled as you brushed yourself off, picking up the heavy stack of stuff a jerk had made you drop after insulting you quite rudely for no reason at all. Of course, you were human, too, but you swear you could never stand other people. You decided that after you dropped off the bag of stuff, you would go to the church and pray for humanity to be either destroyed or purified.

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"Hey, God, I know this really isn't in your nature, but can you send down one of your angels down to me? The human race needs to be fixed." You chuckled softly as you stood up. Naturally, you knew this prayer would go unanswered, just as the rest of them had time and time again. You were just walking out when you heard a loud crash, and you glanced back to see something had crashed through the ceiling of the church.

"Owwww..." a male voice grunted from somewhere inside the rubble, and you cautiously traced your steps back to where you had been only moments before. A handsome, white-haired man was working his way into standing, his mesmerizing violet eyes fixing on you.

"Are you alright?" you asked somewhat worriedly. He tilted his head, walking close to you.

"Interesting. Very interesting." Your faces were mere inches apart, making you back up with blush obvious on your face.

"U-Umm..."

"What is your name, fair maiden?" he questioned, smiling.

"F-F/N. What's yours?" He placed a hand over his heart and bowed slightly.

"Ash Landers at your service, F/N. Though perhaps I should call you 'my lady'."

"T-That's not necessary, um, Ash. But, really, are you okay? You just crashed through the ceiling..." Ash looked up at the roof and then down at the rubble.

"Yes, I suppose I did. That would explain why it hurt."

"Scotland Yard! We've received reports of a terrorist attack! Come out with your hands up!" A gruff voice shouted, and you were suddenly lifted up in a bridal style carry. Strangely, the ground seemed to be getting further away, and you saw why when you looked at Ash.

Wings.

Ash had wings.

"Angel..." you whispered reverently, and the angel smiled at you.

"Are you really that surprised? Where to, F/N?" You were so shocked at what was happening, you thought you'd black out, but you didn't. Instead, you actually managed a reply to the question asked.

"Take me home—C/A."

"Very well then," Ash replied, and the wind on your face increased significantly. When you looked down, you saw London whizzing past, the buildings practically blurring together. Thankfully, you weren't afraid of heights, or this would be a nightmare.

Before you knew it, Ash was already setting you down in front of your door, where your family was undoubtedly waiting for your return. Your hand was on the doorknob, but you hesitated to open it. Should you invite Ash in? But how would your family react? You were just turning to speak to Ash, only to discover he had left, only a white feather left behind to prove he was there at all.

Shrugging, you picked up the feather and put in in your hair until you could safely store it. When you opened the door, you were embraced by your mother and father.

"Oh, where did you run off, my darling F/N?" your mother wailed dramatically as she pulled away, her hands still on your shoulders.

"Yes, yes! Tell us please! We were so worried..." Your father suddenly started crying, and you sighed with a smile. They were as excitable as always.

"I was at the church," you replied, giving your little brother and sister a ruffle through their hair. "Did my brother write while I was gone?" Your parents brightened, bringing out a torn envelope and handing it to you to read.

May 15th, 1889

Dear Mum, Dad, and the three idiots that are supposedly my siblings,

I've finally started to get used to Weston College, and the schedule is in my head at last. Don't you dare make a joke about my memory, F/N; I'll know. Anyway, Violet Wolf is a pretty interesting dormitory, and I think I'm doing pretty well here. I'll try to write another letter next week, but I'm pretty busy here, so don't expect too much from me!

Hugs,

O/B/N

You grinned after you had read the letter. His memory was poor; this was his fifth year at Weston, making him 17 years old. You were only a few months younger. "He hasn't changed," you commented, setting the letter on the living room table. "I'll be in my room if anyone needs me."

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"Ash Landers..." you muttered, staring at the soft feather in your hands.

"You called for me, F/N?" he asked, and you fell halfway out of your bed as you saw Ash peering through your window.

"Y-You heard me???"

"I was lounging on the roof."

"On the what? Nevermind; what is an angel serving me for?" Ash raised an eyebrow at you.

"You did say humanity needed to be fixed. I am of the same opinion."

"Does that mean I need to be too?" you asked suspiciously, and Ash smiled.

"No; you are pure already."

"When do we start then?" you asked eagerly, and Ash opened the window.

"Now."

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You swore you were going insane as you ordered Ash to purge everything, though it seemed you weren't going insane alone; Ash was laughing crazily as he burned human scum left and right. And yet, were you scared?

Not a chance.

You ended up returning home the next morning right before Scotland Yard caught onto your trail, though you had fallen asleep in the doorway to your room, exhausted.

"Breakfast!" your mother called from downstairs, and you stretched, surprised to find yourself in bed instead of between your room and the upstairs hallway. You pondered this and then decided to ignore it as you saw breakfast on the table. You were hungry.

You ravenously dug into B/F as your father squinted at the paper.

"Look at this," he suddenly said, setting the paper down and pointing to the headline. Somewhat curiously, you glanced over at it, slightly worried to see:

Today, we visited Scotland Yard to discover if they had any leads regarding the murderer(s) responsible for this massacre last night. Commissioner Randall said to us, "[...] We have yet been unable to pinpoint the murderers, but as Commissioner, I swear to you that I shall find them."

A convincing statement perhaps, but when we interviewed the young Inspector Underline, he said, "I'm not so sure we can capture them as time and again, they have eluded our grasp. B-But, do not despair! We will capture them!"

Despite this encouragement, there has been mention of the Phantomhives becoming involved...

You didn't get to read much else, but you got the picture, and you had to suppress a smile. Capturing an angel? That could be quite difficult for humans.

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You had gone out at night again, but something strange happened this time. While Ash was flying, you were suddenly knocked onto a building, the only thing keeping you from injury being Ash, who had broken the fall.

"So Ash, we meet again," a voice called, and you looked up to discover a black-haired man who seemed to be a butler. "You always do make such a mess." Ash growled as he gently stood you up.

"I thought it was you... Sebastian." You looked between the two men who appeared ready to tear each other to shreds.

"Is that young miss your new master? How capricious you are. Are you going to kill her too?" Ash snarled.

"Shut up, you filth! F/N is under my protection, and I'll be damned if I let you insult her like this." Sebastian smiled, and in an instant, you felt something sharp at your neck.

"That's funny. Because I was ordered to kill her." You wailed as cold metal began to sink into your neck, making a sharp contrast to the hot blood that soaked your dress collar. Before the knife went any deeper however, you saw the knife fly into the streets below as you were rapidly taken from the demon-like man's hold and lain down, your vision flickering and your head hurting as you looked at the massive amount of blood welling onto your hand.

"Don't look," a kind voice whispered, and you felt something wrap around your neck.

"Looking away from a battle; how careless," a mocking voice said. "It seems the tables have turned, angel.

"Oh, shut up," the voice from before growled, and you heard someone unsheathe a sword and something like 'agh!'. "Hang in there, F/N," he whispered, someone picking you up. "Don't die on me."

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You woke up in your bed with Ash sitting on the edge, his face the picture of concern.

"F/N, you remember who I am, right?" he questioned, and you tilted your head.

"Why wouldn't I?" Ash's face relaxed.

"I'm relieved..." Without any other warning, Ash cradled the back of your skull and kissed you passionately. "Don't ever leave me, alright?" he questioned softly, tracing your lips. You nodded dumbly, and he kissed you again. Right as your father came in.

"What is going on in here?!"

Uh oh.