A/N: This is a Ciel/Lizzy fanfic but there's also CielxOC...I hope you guys love it.
Italics means, Amy's POV
Possessive Rose
Chapter 1: That Girl, In Love
I saw him for the first time since I was eight years old. He was very kind and gentle to me. He was my first love.
But…
It was a chilly December evening and the Phantomhive mansion had been filled with noble guests for their annual seasonal party. Outside the mansion, a huge carriage halted near the entrance door. The driver hopped from his driver's seat and opened the carriage door for his master and lady. First, the head of the family, and second the lady with her beautiful elegant dress and lastly; a young girl of age 8 with her long hair bound into a ponytail and innocent amethyst eyes.
Her mother smiled at her, "You are very beautiful, darling. Come, let's go meet the Earl Phantomhive." She said with a gentle voice to her only daughter.
The little girl beamed, "Yes. Mama" The couple giggled at their daughter, warmly. They approached the entrance of the opulent manor, the doorman opening the main door and welcoming them upon entry. The little girl was astonished at how beautiful and vast the mansion was. It had been abundantly filled with aristocrats and influential people, which started to make her really nervous.
Her father noticed her tense form, "Relax. My dear, you have to stand tall since you are also a noble. I know this is your first time at this kind of ball but you have to look forward and be proud of your status. You can also make friends, here." Her father spoke assuredly.
"But…what if the other children don't like me?"
Her father sighed, "Just believe in yourself, Amy. You can do it." The young girl blushed and nodded at her father's words of encouragement.
Shortly thereafter, a tall man approached her parents, a beautiful woman clinging warmly to his side. Her father grinned at whom he recognized to be their hosts for the evening, the Earl and Countess Phantomhive.
"Earl Vincent Phantomhive and Countess Rachel Phantomhive. It's been a while since we have met at the last seasonal ball." Her father greeted the Phantomhive couple with an inviting smile. His wife offered a modest curtsey, while the little girl hid behind her mother's back due to shyness. She didn't do well with strangers.
Vincent smiles, "Yes. Count Winchester. What a pleasure." He noticed the little girl timidly concealed behind her mother's back and chuckled.
"Milady?" The Earl brought his attention to Lady Winchester, "Who is this young girl behind you?" The lady giggled and stared down at her daughter, "Don't be shy, Amy. It's only the Earl Phantomhive." She said with a kind voice.
The girl stared him with her innocent amethyst eyes, the blushed tint on her face still present. She nodded and approached the man slowly, "My name is Amelia Clarisse Anna Winchester, my lord." She executed an awkward curtsey, hoping to the high heavens that she didn't make any mistakes while greeting such influential person.
Vincent smiled at the little girl kindly, "Nice meeting you, Lady Amelia. You have such a nice name." He complimented, generating a mild blush of embarrassment from the little girl.
Countess Phantomhive, Rachel could only giggle at Amy's bashful nature, "My, such a cute little lady you are." She said amusedly, crouching down to the little girl's height so that they were eye to eye. "You're the same age as our son. Would you like to meet our boy, Ciel?" She asked the child.
The girl's eyes brightened with excitement, "R-Really?" The countess nodded kindly and called out her son who seemed to be playing around with the other noble children. Suddenly, Amy's eyes widened as she spotted the dark-haired boy. With a thin braid, milky skin, adorable big blue eyes, and a sailor outfit she watched as he continued to socialize with the other children. She had to admit that he was really cute. Much cuter than her.
"He is so cute." She thought with the blush on her face deepening in its rouge hue as he approached her from the opposite side of the room. Ciel noticed her blushing form and raised a brow as he pressed his hand to her forehead.
"Are you sick?" He asked her. Amelia couldn't help it as her entire face became flushed. She shook her head, "No. I'm sorry. My name is Amelia…C-Clarisse…A-n-na…Wwwinchester." She stuttered nervously. The two couples laughed with amusement at the young girl.
Ciel blinked with confusion and smiled brightly, "My name is Ciel Phantomhive! Nice to meet you, Amelia!" He beamed. The girl continued to blush, in embarrassment. Suddenly, Ciel took her hand into his own and dragged her to his playmates.
"Do you want to join us, Amelia?" Ciel asked her. Amelia nodded hesitantly, "Yes." She whispered her reply.
"Good!" Ciel smiled. "From now on, we are friends, Amelia!" He said to her with a bright grin. The girl's eyes widened in shock as she returned the gesture and smiled warmly.
That was the first time that I met Ciel Phantomhive. We had become friends since then, and would always play together. I was really glad to become his friend and playmate, but then I discovered that Ciel had asthma and spent most of his time in the mansion for safety reasons. I was really upset about it, but being his friend, I would always come by to the Phantomhive mansion to play with him since he wasn't allowed to go outside because of his asthma.
Phantomhive rose garden
"Ciel…look!" Ameila showed him her flower crown, causing the boy to blink with confusion.
"What is that? It looks so pretty." He said curiously.
The girl giggled, "Girls my age do this kind of stuff like making flower crowns."
"Why would you do that?" Ciel cocked his head to the side bemusedly.
"To make us look like a princess!" She said with a smile, twirling around with the grown gleefully.
A huge grin found its way to Ciel's face, "Oh I heard about that from Lizzy." He said to the dark-haired girl. Amelia froze and stared down at Ciel.
"W-Who is Lizzy?" She muttered, her whole body turning cold upon hearing the boy she loves say another girl's name.
The Phantomhive boy smiled, "Lizzy is my cousin. Father and Mother said that she's going to become my wife in the future." He told her. Amelia's face faltered. She then realized that her dream to become Ciel's bride was shattered.
"Amy, are you alright?" Ciel muttered with a worried look on his face. The girl didn't listen to him as she dashed from the garden and ran away to hide her tears.
Tanaka, the butler of the Phantomhive manor, saw her exiting form, "Lady Amelia, here is your snack with-" He paused abruptly, glancing at her with a worried look.
"Is something wrong, Young Master?" He turned his attention towards the Phantomhive boy. Ciel could only reply with an oblivious shrug, his eyes wide with befuddlement.
She cried non-stop due to her depression as she realized that Ciel was already engaged to someone else. She couldn't accept it. She loved Ciel so much, and she was going to become his wife in the future, but why? Why was fate so cruel to her?
It was at that point that she had become very cruel and snobby due to her anger and frustrations from realizing that she was no longer going to become Ciel's wife. She'd been acting rude and bratty towards the servants and was so demanding on anything from the direst to the sinfully trivial matters. She even forced Ciel to do what she wanted, but deep inside Ciel didn't want to. Thus, Ciel had come to dislike Amelia because of her strange and rude attitude.
Amelia was aware that Ciel didn't like her anymore as a friend or playmate, but it no longer mattered to her. She would continue to pursue Ciel, and never give up her feelings towards him even though he had grown to truly hate her. However, the thought losing Ciel was unbearable to her.
Amelia and her mother sat in the living room, Amelia deeply worried about Ciel who had gone missing. She hoped and prayed that he's alright.
Just then, her father returned and Amelia immediately rushed over to him, "Father, have they found Ciel? Is he alright?" The girl asked desperately, clenching her father's long jacket.
Amelia's father sighed, a look of deep sadness etched upon his tired features, "I'm sorry, Amy, but…" He trailed. He just couldn't find the words to break such tragic news to her. He knew that deep inside, Amelia would never accept it, and he knew how attached his daughter had been to the Phantomhive boy.
"Ciel, including his parents…they all died in the fire. I'm so very sorry, Amy." He said with a melancholic voice, the Lady of the Winchester estate burst into tears upon hearing about the death of their family friend. She too knew how Amelia had been so close to Ciel Phantomhive, and it pained her further to think of how hurt her daughter would be to learn of such a tragedy.
Amelia's world crashed into a million pieces. Her only friend…the boy she loved was gone. Her tears fell down her cheeks in torrents of despair, "That's a lie Father. Ciel is not dead!" She muttered, her voice trembling in anguish.
Lord Winchester tried to ease his daughter, "I'm afraid not, my dear, Amy. They're all gone. I'm sorry." He said with a sad look on his face. He grabbed a handkerchief from his breast pocket to wipe the tears from his daughter's face.
The girl shoved her father's hand away and she ran from them, it was far too painful. She couldn't accept it. She ran to the basement of the mansion to be left alone. She noticed that there were five rooms and decided to choose the nearest door. As she opened it, her nose wrinkled and she covered her mouth due to a very strong smell that plagued the room.
"What is this?" She muttered with a curious look. She looked around the room warily to find that it was filled with old portraits, some of which had been destroyed. She hadn't ever noticed that there was a room here in the basement. According to the servants, it was a forbidden place of the mansion due to an alleged curse, but she chose to ignore such stories.
She then noticed a huge portrait covered with a red cloth. Her entire body went cold and she was unable to move her legs. Something was definitely not right about that place.
Letting her curiosity get the better of her, she approached the portrait and she removed the cloth. Her eyes widened as she saw a very hideous, malevolent yet beautiful creature. She gasped in shock, "What on earth is this? Why is Father hiding this kind of portrait in the basement, I wonder?" She mused. Amelia intently stared at the figure on the portrait, her eyes lingering on its own. Something cruel and evil was behind it. The whole room was covered with a cold and bleak atmosphere sending chills down her spine. She had to get out of there. That place was too frightening.
Child…
She froze as she heard a strange voice. She glanced at the portrait with a frightening look on her face, "Who's there?" She asked into the darkness of the room, but there was no reply. She looked below the portrait and noticed that some odd words had been imprinted upon the canvas. It was an ancient text, but the letters were familiar and able to be read.
"In creatura est reliquit et solutum, donec hic veniat ad disperdere vita et corpus hominibus."
Amelia read the strange words aloud, fully unaware of what she had done. She turned on her heels and approached the basement door, turning the knob and she hurriedly climbing her way to the surface. In the depths of the Winchester basement, a cool and otherworldly wind picked up, the figures' eyes on the portrait ominously shifting toward the door that Amelia had made her exit.
Next day
"Have a safe trip, Amy." Amelia's mother said as she hugged her daughter tightly. Her parents had decided to send her to France to study there and hopefully move on. Luckily, she had agreed to the arrangement.
"Be careful my dear." Her father said kindly. Amelia couldn't help but hug her father, considering the tragedy that had just recently occurred. Her parents were so important to her and she loved them dearly. She couldn't imagine what she'd do if anything were to ever happen to them.
"Thank you, Father. Mother. I promise, I'm going to become an excellent painter. You'll see." She smiled at them. The servants had already put all her stuff and her luggage into the carriage as she said her final goodbyes. The driver helped to her get inside and immediately closed the door once she was safely situated on its interior. She stared at her parents once again, light tears falling down her cheeks as she realized how much she was going to miss them.
"Father! Mother! I love you!" She shouted, her mother crying on her husband's shoulders as they watched their daughter leave.
"We love you, Amy!" Her mother yelled with tears in her eyes. It was quite a painful situation to be separated from their daughter, but she knew that it was for the best.
Her husband stared down at her, "Amy will be alright. We'll just have to wait for her return." He comforted his beloved wife.
The woman just nodded at him with a look of uncertainty.
Unbeknownst to them, a dark figure stalked behind them, its sharp fangs glinting in the sunlight through a Cheshire cat grin.
Paris, France 1887
Amelia studied at a prestigious academy for nobles in France. It had been a while since she arrived to France where she had been living with her uncle and aunt. However, even as time passed by, her feelings for Ciel Phantomhive still remained. She hadn't attended the Phantomhive family funeral due to the trauma and depression, but she felt deep inside that he was still alive. On this day, she donned the garb of a noble school girl in a maroon blazer with a white shirt underneath it and a small ribbon on her chest. She also wore a maroon skirt that was below the knee with white stockings and black shoes.
She sat in a large, luxurious room and leaned against the couch waiting patiently for her uncle, the director of the Arts and Science Department, a department of which she also happened to be a member. She stared at the expensive huge clock displayed on the wall noticing, that it was already 10:00a.m.
"Where could Uncle be?" She said annoyingly. She was hardly the patient type. She'd been waiting for him for an hour, as he had informed her that she was going to meet her new art mentor that day.
To her relief, the door opened and revealed her uncle, an older gentleman in his mid-40s. Beside him stood a tall, handsome, and attractive young man with shaggy brunette hair, pale skin and gray eyes. She stood to her feet and curtsied to the two gentlemen.
The mysterious man stared her down, "My, what a lovely niece you have, director." He said with an alluring voice.
The man nodded, "Yes. She's my sister's only daughter. She does resemble her a lot." He smiled warmly. The attractive man stared at her, "Indeed." He murmured.
Amelia, offered her uncle a confused stare, "Who is he uncle?" She asked, having been left out of the conversation.
Her uncle snickered, "This is Sir Vladimir Gregoire, he will be your new art instructor." He introduced the man to the young girl. Amelia swore that she could feel a heavy and dark aura around him, but she chose, instead, to ignore it.
She approached the man and gave him a cheerful smile, "My name is Amelia Clarisse Anna Winchester. I'm pleased to meet you." She greeted her new mentor graciously.
The man stared at her with a warm smile. He lifted her right hand and he kissed it as a salutation, "It's a pleasure to meet you, mademoiselle." He greeted huskily. He stared at her intently, sensing an alluring smell around her body and soul. "She is perfect." He thought, darkly as he pondered on his dark intentions.
Amelia was certain that she could feel something odd about the man that stood before her who was to be her new instructor. She was unsure about him, but there is only one thing she could think about at that moment.
"This man I feel…Something is definitely not right about him." She thought