A/N: Inspired by .slipping's Living Twice, which is an amazing fanfiction that definitely deserves a lot of recognition. I do not own Kuroshitsuji, nor the picture, and this applies to all following chapters. (edit: Fanfiction hates dots so unfortunately the author name got cut off. ^^;;)

The Midford family had always just been a family of liars. She supposed she could have been more eloquent with her words, quipping that her family simply was a group of actors dancing on a stage for the amusement of the Queen, but she never had been one to mince with words, or at least in her head.

Liars, left and right.

Her father was a jovial man, caring and kind who put on a facade of a cold businessman to everyone outside of his family. Her mother cared only for their family and their family alone, and didn't hesitate to mow down whoever was in the path of their happiness and prosperity. Her brother was the least controversial of them all: loyal and brave, but fiercely overprotective of their family. Although he held himself like a true nobleman, Edward wouldn't hesitate to stoop to lower tactics to protect their family.

...and her?

Well, that must be the icing on the cake. She was, simply put, a liar through and through. After all, who else could pose to be Lady Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford so perfectly as she? She had done everything right: the charming smile, the cute giggle, and the overbearing nature. It was just another part to play in the amusing play of life.

She wasn't an impostor. Or was she? She had been born into the Midford family, bearing the name of the all too familiar young mistress of the Midford family, and the same stunning emerald green eyes her brother shared.

She simply had memories. Memories, the only thing she could rely on in a world that she believed must have demons and grim reapers running amok regular humans. Memories of a past life, a life that seemed so unattainable and distant from the life she lived now.

It wasn't like coming from a highly renowned and rich Victorian noble family was horrible. On the contrary, it was quite nice being waited on by servants who simply obeyed her orders because of her born social status, despite the fact that it was sort of demeaning to be expected to not lift a muscle while other people tied her shoelaces and did her hair for her.

But she yearned for those glimpses of a glowing city, bright and full with all sorts of technology that hadn't even been invented yet. She yearned for the warm, welcoming smiles of her home. Her old home.

But alas, that was not meant to be.

It was real funny when she had figured out she was in Kuroshitsuji. Years later, Elizabeth would laugh at the memory, but at the time finding out that she was in a world that was overrun with corrupt demons and insane grim reapers was nothing short of frightening.

She had been in her baby cradle (ah, how interesting it was to be a baby again: all she did was sleep all day) while her brother, Edward, had been watching her. Apparently Aunt Rachel, still pregnant with Ciel, and Uncle Vincent had come over to meet their niece for the first time. Elizabeth had been fine with the attention and cooing that Aunt Rachel showered over her until she saw Uncle Vincent's face and froze.

It looked just like Sebastian's, from Kuroshitsuji.

Wait...Elizabeth...Edward...Vincent...Rachel? Where had she heard those names before?

All the pieces came together, and Elizabeth began wailing. Her relatives were ushered out of the room as Edward went off to call their mother for help.

OhgodshewasLizzysheistotallygoingtodieandgetkilledbyasuspiciousbutlersomeday-

Being reborn was not a pleasant thing. Her parents were not doting, allowing their child to wander throughout the mansion despite being less than six months old. Her brother, being the kind and chivalrous person he was, tried to look after her but he could only do so much as the male heir to the Midford family. Edward, even at his young age, had plenty of tutors that kept him occupied throughout the day.

Elizabeth, or Lizzy as she insisted for herself to be called so as she would never forget the role she would play in the story she had been put into, often found herself alone in a room filled with weapons and wondered what the standards were for parenting back in Victorian England because she knew her old parents would have freaked out if they could see her at the moment. Heck, she was freaking out at the lack of attention.

Her brother was at the moment with his dinner etiquette tutor and her parents off to attend a social gathering for adults that was too 'complicated' for her and her brother to attend.

Luckily (or was it unluckily?) her parents were too busy to start treating her as a child genius or something so Elizabeth usually had plenty of free time on her hands. The only adult that they hired to stay with her was one attendant named Jonathan to babysit her, and it was easy to escape from him with her intelligence and charming looks.

Elizabeth had easily pointed towards the kitchen, her bottom lip sticking out as she looked like she was about to cry as she stared up at Jonathan. The man quickly realized that she must have been hungry and quickly hurried off.

Then, before her guide returned, she hid behind the giant bookshelf that was right next to her. The most satisfying thing was the sound of her caretaker's panicked cries.

The next day her parents began teaching her the art of stealth.

The peace and quiet was nice while it lasted.

"That," Francis said as she held the sword to Elizabeth's dainty neck, "was pathetic. Your weak points were all wide open when you tried to feint to my left, and I could have easily knocked the sword out of your hand with your grip like that."

Elizabeth winced as her mother dished out criticism without flinching at all at her somewhat strict words. She had turned three years old when Francis began training Elizabeth in fencing among other unladylike things to prepare her to become Ciel's wife. Of course, all of the training was done in secret and only the family and their most trusted servants knew of it. A wealthy noble girl learning about things like poisons would make wonderful gossip and would not help their social standing.

"The Phantomhives, as dear as they are, are a family that attracts trouble. At the moment, your uncle-" Francis stopped for a moment as if considering to tell the child about the job of a Queen's Watchdog, but ultimately decided against it. Too bad Elizabeth already knew. "-your uncle has a dangerous job he must do to help the Queen and England. Because you are the young Lord Phantomhive's betrothed, you must always be on your toes."

"So does Ciel's family have a job like our family does?" Elizabeth piped up intentionally as her mother gave a slow nod, touching the edge of her sword lightly to check to make sure it was Midfords had always protected England, being an old and influential noble family that held a great political sway and produced the best fencers in the country or possible even the world.

Elizabeth still hadn't met Ciel, as Uncle Vincent and his family were frequently out on various conquests and adventures for the Queen, but she was sure she'd meet her fiance soon. And Elizabeth personally wished that soon would never come, but she knew their meeting was inevitable.

The plot was inevitable.

"Yes. Now up again, we'll keep going until sunset or until you can knock this sword out of my hands," Francis commanded as Elizabeth groaned.

"But you're better than father, and he is the head knight of England." Elizabeth protested.

"Nonsense. And besides, because we are teaching you we expect you to become better than we were, Elizabeth." Francis was the only one who called Elizabeth by her given name and not Lizzy, and even though she had insisted her mother to call her so, the stern woman did not oblige.

If she did not tell people to call her Lizzy, Elizabeth knew she would soon forget that she was living the life of another person who deserved to live. She would forget her own identity and think of herself as Lady Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford, not the Lizzy from the series she once knew. She did not deserve this new chance, she had already prepared herself to go to Hell in her past life…

...was this some kind of obscene punishment? To live a life that was just as marred with dark dealings as her past life? To live a life she already knew the future of?

"Mother~"

"Don't 'mother' me. Now, up on your feet. I will teach you more on how to use hairpins as throwing knives next, and don't you complain again."

Several hours later, the two Midford women returned to their manor utterly exhausted, or at least in Elizabeth's case. She had gained a habit of being knocked off her feet during that one training lesson and didn't win once against her mother, who still looked as beautiful and pristine as she had before the training session.

Her brother had given Elizabeth one cursory glance before patting her on the back sympathetically, saying something about talking to their mother so she'd go easier on Lizzy considering she was a young girl. Elizabeth had shrugged off the help: despite the torture she had been put through, she knew it would help her in the future.

And help her it did.

A/N: This was a fairly short preview for what is to come. Please do leave a review, I always love the feedback. ;)