I know, why would I start a new story when I already have one? Well the answer is, I'm ADD, and if I don't have another thing to do, I will procrastinate and never get anything done. So this is about Lizzie. Yay right? If you don't like her, go to my very long, very annoyed rant about her on my page, and you will like her. Kay? ;) I might add some other relations in here, and the rating might change. Pretty basic and whatnot.
So, apparently I don't own Black Butler... I asked. They said no. Rather rude might I add.
I also have about five new stories which involve Lizzie, so just bare with me, and I might end up putting up more that have nothing to do with eachother. Okay. We all good? Comfortable? If not, that sucks.
On with the story!
She knocked on the door to the Phantomhive residence. Something she never did.
After getting ready, somehow, her hair was perfectly curly and intact, let loose, falling right below her shoulder blades; it was also a couple shades darker from the lack of sun. Actually, everything was back to normal. It was as if nothing happened. Almost nothing atleast. The damage was done, mentally, and physically. She had always wanted to be like her Aunt Ann. Now she was in more ways than one.
The door swung open, the butler clad in black standing there. To say he was surprised was an understatement; he actually seemed not to recognize her at first.
"Lady Elizabeth. It certainly has been a while."
"Indeed." She gave him a quick fake smile and walked in; A woman with hair that almost gave the illusion of it being on fire, trailing behind. "This is Marise. She's my new maid."
"Paula?"
"Married. Now Marise is all I have." Sebastian obviously didn't understand the double meaning behind these words, but the maid in question certainly did. And she hated the way that single sentence made her heart lurch.
"Ah, I see. You have most defiantly grown up since your last visit Lady Elizabeth."
"Yes, I had an argument with my mother and father. I left for my cousins in Ireland. Now I am here to talk to Ciel."
"I am afraid the Young Master does not wish to be disturbed at the moment."
"It is of great importance, in which I speak with him."
Sebastian sighed and ushered the lady and her maid towards his master's study.
When he opened the door, she immediately heard a voice say, "I thought I said I didn't want to be–" He stopped when he saw who was at the door, and got up. "Lizzie?"
She winced at the name she used to love so. Now it only brought back terrible feelings. "Hello Ciel. Please call me Elizabeth."
He looked even more surprised than Sebastian. "Alright… Elizabeth. Where have you been? It's been at least three months."
She winced again. So he didn't notice her absence for three months. He walked closer to her and she stepped back, the small movement not going unnoticed by the boy and his butler. "Six months actually. I've come to give you this…" Everyone winced as she took off her engagement ring and set it on the desk. Literally, everyone. If you concentrated enough, you could feel the shift of the air wincing. "I won't bother you anymore, I hope you fine love. I wish you the best, Earl Phantomhive." Ouch. The two servants winced again, as Elizabeth put on a fake smile, then her new normal mask of emotionless. Ciel was a different story entirely though. It was as if he went through the seven steps of grief right then and there. Acceptance not included.
"Elizabeth, I don't-"
"Goodbye Earl. In my absence, you will have to be the one who smiles around here, yes? Or perhaps Sebastian will do it." She smiled once more, before walking out the door with a very confused Marise. Before leaving completely, she locked eyes with the other confused servant, whispering, "Keep him happy." Without checking to see if he heard, she quickly made it to her carriage without another word.
"You what?!" The Lady Francis hissed at her daughter, walking forward at an alarming pace.
"The engagement has ended. I am no longer the Earl's fiancé."
"You stupid, stupid girl! What did you do for him to cancel it?!"
"Nothing mother. I ended it."
If the Lady could get more hysterical, she did it. She started yelling – more like screeching – about how idiotic she was, and how she should go back and beg him to take her back. When Elizabeth didn't answer, she stepped forward and slapped her. Tried to at least.
"I wouldn't be laying a hand on my Lady. Surely you weren't really about to touch her?"
Francis was breathing heavily and ripped her hand out of Marise's grip. "If you're not going to marry the Earl, we will be holding a ball to find a new suitor for you. Understood?" She practically ground it out.
"Very well mother." She turned and headed to the fencing hall, as she hadn't practiced in six months. "Come on Marise."
"Yes, my princess…"
Ciel Phantomhive was a proud boy. Anyone to challenge that, meant for them to defile the Phantomhive name. When Elizabeth broke the engagement, he should have felt humiliated, and angry. All he felt was confusion. Elizabeth didn't act like herself. She had said she was gone for six months. What happened over those six months that changed her? And who was that maid she suddenly had with her?
"Sebastian."
"Yes Young Master." The demon showed up behind him instantly.
"Did Elizabeth seem… different to you?"
"Of course my Lord. She did after all refuse the title of your fiancé."
"I am quite aware of that Sebastian. I meant, was there something different about her. Why now of all times, would she break the engagement?"
"… Her soul was angry, my Lord."
This surprised him. "Angry? What does Elizabeth have to be angry about? She's had the simplest life of anyone I know. Our cousins in Ireland are very well off; I should say she had to have been spoiled rotten. They don't have any children, and have always loved it when I or Elizabeth visits…" He paused and tapped his fingers on his desk. "Did you see her eyes? Those were not her eyes. And her hair, it was darker."
"If you're inquiring that the Lady was not the actual Lady, this is not true. It was her."
"Then what happened? She wouldn't just cancel the engagement. What happened to my Lizzie?"
"Your Lizzie my Lord?"
"The Lizzie. I meant the Lizzie I knew. Sebastian, send a letter to my cousins in Ireland. I need to know what took place over those six months..."
