A poor bit of really bad luck

She rested her fingers over the filaments of gold lain beautifully in the cabinet. She coveted them with her sticky waxy fingers. Running her hands down the length of the cabinet over and over again. Entranced by the gold inside . Some of it reflected in her eyes, shining upon the celling. It was a crooked old celling that kind of celling that's old wooden boards flexing under the weight of the rain. She swore any minute now it would collapse onto her head.

There was a sort of irony she supposed.

"That "I, the poor decrepit descendant should now be faced with so much gold."

It was a skerrick of items that contained a wrist watch and something that looked like gold but it was actually painted wood and a line of golden wire. The gold wire was odd though she couldn't think of any one who could have wanted gold wire.

She wrinkled her brow "so, it shall be so "said with almost a hearty laugh.

And then bolting back from the sight of it. The sight of her. A wretched slimy creature far too mal nourished and rat faced to appear like a proper person, inspecting their noble gold.

She imagined it would burn her palms as she tried to shift through the shiny coins. She didn't want to take these to the main house where they would be ripped out of her fingers.

Her aunt a god forsaken evil person was like a rooster, big puffy jowls that she squeezed and squawked. Talking to her was like a watching some sort of exotic mating dance. Her proportions would propel them selves around wildly.

One second her neck would be resting on her shoulders and then she would be in attack mode her neck outstretched the bones of her spine exposed and snapping back. Ciel wished she were a normal woman and not monstrous but the way she presented herself was so ostentatious. Although ciel supposed it could be the hatred talking, Ophelia was a nasty bitch down to her bones but she could conduct herself well, She was after all a lady of the house.

While ciel, what? "a rotten little baby. That cried to sleep, had rotten hair and rotten teeth. " She recited the taunts that her cousin's sister and aunties had thrown at her and made a very familiar gesture that would have insulted anyone who saw it.

She mournfully contemplated the idea that one day she would be the one on top, she would be the victor that acceded that bloody of bodies pile to glory. But that was all just a theory. she was here now and trapped, she had fallen prey to normalcy where excellence was what had been expected of her. "Poor little girl" she shook her head in self pitying revulsion. It has been the day of the trials when she had failed, an auspicious day for anyone attending. The sun was shining brightly. The warm dirt of the pavilion like trusty clay. The glowing sun had heated base of her cranium to the tips of her toes. She was victorious , she was ready. A few older wizards stood in the dais elevated above the the training ground portion of the pavilion. They walked with long flowing robes and a sense of dignity she hoped to emulate. One of them, the one of the middle had a crafty smile and golden laurels. Her heart thundered in her chest. She was going to to ascend to the thrilling throne of power in the Darkness family and claim everything that was rightfully hers. If only the ceremony had been correct. She stared at the murky water that pooled under her door and shivered from the unrelenting rain that flew in through the gaps let in the shed by poor maintenance.