A/N: Hey guys! Recently, CielxLizzie has been floating around my mind, so I wrote a one-shot that was inspired from the song "Bloody Mary" by Lady Gaga. If you haven't read the manga, please, please, PLEASE don't read this. Severe spoilers for those who haven't read the manga. Basically, my mind asked me this: "Hey, what if during the zombie arc in the manga, Lizzie couldn't fight off the zombies beacause the swords were never THERE? Would Lizzie have been killed in front of Ciel or does she have hand-to-hand combat?" Read on to find out!
Warning: A LOT of oocness, mostly all from Ciel.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji. If I did, A LOT of people would have hooked up by now, such as CielxSebastian, CielxElizabeth, FinnyxElizabeth, and ElizabethxSebastian.
"Lizzie!" I couldn't run to her, couldn't protect her. I had failed her. The "dolls" bore down on her, tearing at her arms and neck. "CIIEELL! AH-AAAHHHH! Ciel! Ciel!" She cried, tears streaming out of her beautiful emerald eyes, filled with fear and desperation. I couldn't run to her, my ankle was in tremendous pain. I could only stare in agony as blood gushed down her neck and arms, the dolls biting and clawing at her. For the first time in three years, I shed tears. The light in my world full of darkness was dying right before my eyes, and I couldn't save her.
After what seemd like an eternity, I finally found my voice. "Lizzie! Noo! Please, you can't! Don't leave! SEBASTIAN! This is an order! Save Lizzie NOW!" I yelled, tearing off the patch, letting the contract symbol glow. The demon didn't utter a word, he simply threw Grell and Ronald to the wall, flew to the dolls and began to destroy them, maliciously bashing their heads in. After about five minutes, he stood up, carrying Lizzie, and brought her over to me. He gently splayed her across my lap, where I held her. She was covered in blood, belonging to the dolls and her own. She slowly opened her eyes, and looked up at me. I let out a shaky sigh, glad she was still alive. Despite losing so much blood, she still found the strength to give me a weak smile, filled with happiness and sadness.
"Ciel," she whispered, cupping my cheek gently. I held her icy hand there, never wanting her to let go. "I'm so glad you're safe...I...want you to know...that I always wanted you to be happy, all the time. Please, be happy, for me." Fresh tears were falling down her cheeks, belonging to her and myself, creating a pale white path down her red cheeks. "Lizzie, I'll try. For you, I'll try my very best to be happy from now on. But you have to promise that you'll live. Please! You...you can't die, because I..." I looked down at her, and realized her eyes had grown vacant and dull, lifeless. And yet, she still had the smallest smile on her lips.
No...NO! She can't be gone! "Li-Lizzie? Lizzie! N-No! Please, you can't leave me! Please! I...I love you too! NNOOOOO! You can't leave me, you can't die!" I shrieked, shaking her limp body with what little strength I had left. Tears clouded my vision, all I could see was Elizabeth's beautiful smile. "Aaahh, yes. Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford. Schedualed to die at 12:15. Cause of death, blood loss and trauma. No special comments. Hhhmmm, too bad." I turned around, glaring at Grell with all the hatred I had. He walked over solemnly, and revved up his death scythe. "Sorry, kid. She really is beautiful, dyed in red."
He swung it, and struck Lizzie right over her heart, and began levitating. No, she can't really be dead. Grell isn't really watching her cinematic record, determining wether she deserves to live or not. I sat there, dumbly watching, not listening, not really watching, and not at all feeling. "-Aster. Young master, are you alright?" I looked over at Sebastian, a dead look in my eye. Grell had finished watching Lizzie's cinematic record. "She has a very sad life. She only wanted to make you happy, you know. She loved you very much." He had said, glancing at me with sad eyes. He and Ronald then left, without another word.
I looked down at her body, no longer crying. Her eyes were still open, so I gently closed them with two fingers. I looked back at Sebastian, and gave him an honest answer. "No. I'm not alright. I doubt I'll ever be."
A/N: I literally began crying when I wrote this. I was with my uncle, and he asked to read my story. He did, and he began crying as well. I was wondering if I should make this a (very) short chapter story, about three or four chapters. What do you guys think?