Hello to all the new and old readers!
I haven't written a fanfiction in five years
FIVE YEARS!
Anyway, as you all might have guessed, this is based off of Panic at the Disco's new album: Vices and Virtues :D
It'll be a collection of one-shots, but I do not know if I'll go through all the songs, or continue this, soooo :[

The Ballad of Alois Trancy

There was never a moment where he doubted the girl would be able to take his place in the young Earl's heart. Ciel probably dealt with her because of the arranged marriage that was set up when they were infants: the poor boy. Marriage means nothing when lacking love, with no romance. Nevertheless, that was only how the young Phantomhive felt. Elizabeth, on the other hand, claimed to love Ciel more than anyone else, despite the fact that they were cousins. She would do anything for her "beloved" Ciel.

The thought made the young master scrunch his nose in distaste as he stared at the burning fire before him. Alois had never liked the girl: the way she continuously and disgustingly threw herself at Ciel; even in public places like the market, these instances were far from lady like and future-fiancée material. He deserved better than her - much better.

"Claude," he said suddenly, lifting the wine glass in his right hand. "Another."

Following the command, the man beside him gently tilted the bottle and poured his young highness another glass of wine. Then, as usual, he lifted it and stepped back into the darkness he had emerged from, watching from afar as Hannah entered the room. In the woman's hand was a small glass filled with lilac nail polish, and with it she knelt beside her master and took his hand that wasn't occupied with the wine. Under his piercing, hateful glare, she painted each finger with close precision - afraid of losing yet another eye to her overly-emotional lord.

Alois' gaze lifted from his least-favorite servant, back to the flame before him as he sipped more of the wine. He did not drink often, and when he did it was usually to celebrate something absolutely fantastic. In this case, it was out of excitement for the funeral in which he would be attending in two days. Said event was not yet scheduled, nor known about to anyone but him and Claude, but just the thought left him unbelievable shivers of pleasure to the point where his small body let out a quiet moan.

How amazing would it be if Elizabeth were to just suddenly disappear?

Or even better: found dead in a pool of her own blood.

As he set the wineglass down, Alois could feel his lips twitch in a smirk, which only widened when the triplets came in with the dress and wig he would don for his 'tea party' with Lady Elizabeth. She knew who he was, of course, so it would not be wise if he were to show up unannounced. She, even being the idiot she was, would be able to put two and two together, since they were not entirely on speaking terms. Thus, being the genius he was, Alois had come up with the plan two weeks in advance, putting on the same wig and a similar dress one day and running into her at a store. Usual to her personality, Elizabeth wanted to befriend Alois - or rather, Aloisia.

As soon as Hannah finished blowing his nails dry, he stood and allowed his servants to dress and powder him. When everything was done, he practically skipped to his carriage in child-like glee.

"Alois."

A frown quickly appeared on the Alois' pink glossy lips. "What is it, Claude?"

"Do not be too hasty. Your chances will dwindle more quickly if someone were to discover your true intentions."

He did not voice an answer to his butler, but merely closed the door to his carriage in the tall man's face.

The journey to Elizabeth's house was a long and quiet one. He sat alone in the carriage, while Claude sat in front, directing the horses. The only sources of comfort he had were the small candle he held in his hands to keep the darkness at bay and the other was the knowledge that Ciel Phantomhive would be his in a matter of time.

He sat still and in silence - other than the sound of creaking from the wood of his cart. With this came the memories of how often Elizabeth would invite herself over when it was his day to spend with the Earl. The days she clearly was not invited, but decided on her own that she would visit.

Ciel would always halt whatever they were doing - board games, cards, and even fencing sometimes - when Sebastian knocked at the door to tell him the Lady was here for him, and Ciel would always tell him to wait there for him. Did he ever listen? No. As soon as he was far enough away, Alois would get up and follow, watching and listening to her cling onto his arm even after he told her to let go. Sometimes, the Earl would blush, which made the jealousy - that of which he would not admit - in Alois' heart grow even more.

He always said he would make her pay for trying - trying because she failed every time - to seduce his Ciel. His and his alone. He wanted to wipe that stupid smile right off her face - for good.

The boy was snapped out of his thoughts when the carriage came to a halt, and turned his head to see Claude opening the door for him. Frowning, he nodded and gathered the bottom of his skirts to exit. When he was out, he ordered his butler to disappear from sight and wait for his signal.

As Alois predicted, the funeral was two days from the night he had spent with Elizabeth.

He, along with everyone else whom he presumed was family or friends of the late Lady were all accounted for, clad in black attire and umbrellas in hand as the sky continued to sob over the loss.

He recalled a time when Ciel had told him about an aunt he had had, whose name currently slipped the blonde's mind. She apparently wore nothing but red, and her nickname also emphasized the color. She also had a butler in red, as if there were never enough of the color around.

He wondered, were she here, if she would have worn red, like when she had attended her sister's and brother-in-law's funeral. Would it be similar to the shade of red that oozed out of her niece's body when Alois - or rather Aloisia - drew his hand back from cutting her stomach open? Or would it be the shade it was when it seeped onto Aloisia's pure white dress as the ecstatic young teen practically drenched himself in his former rival's blood? Maybe it would be the color of Elizabeth's tears mixed with the blood on Aloisia's hands as he cradled her lovely, pain-filled face with them?

Alois' favorite shade of red had to be the color of the dried blood hidden under his nails that even his before-bed bath could not completely clean away.

Thunder crashed and lightning flashed the sky as they began to lower the casket of Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Middleford into the ground. When it was lowered to just the right height, Alois could finally see the young Phantomhive. Oh, how he wanted to just come out and tell him how badly he wanted him. How much the pubescent blond wanted to deliciously lavish the boy's pale body with his marked tongue. How he wanted to see if anything would happen if their pacts touched. Would there be sparks? An pleasurable sensation that could be strong enough to send them into an orgasm?

But where would the fun be if he just out and told the boy that?

No, no - that would not do.

He would simply have to wait and show the boy. He was the more experienced of the two.

Alois finally felt the burning hole in his head, and the dangerous smirk from two nights ago returned as he noticed the look Sebastian was giving him. He knew the butler was smart - but perhaps the demon was too smart for his own good. It was far too obvious that Claude was the better of the two, so he had no worries as to being killed anytime soon. His time was far from now, and he had many more big plans still left to do. He was in control, not the man with the cat-fetish. Anything he said to Ciel would be denied, and he would have alibis to cover his ass.

He planned ahead.

His smirk did not waver as Ciel went to ask Sebastian what was wrong, and he even went as far as to raise his hand to his lips and lick the dried blood that was still there.

Seeing this did not effect Sebastian in a way that could satisfy Alois, but he did bend down and whisper in this master's ear. "Alois did it, my Lord."

"Did what? Sebastian, this is not the time to play one of your silly games."

Said butler tried his best to stop his eyebrow from twitching in annoyance. Silly games? "Alois Trancy killed Elizabeth."

It had been a week since the funeral, and Alois sat out in his garden, drinking his favorite bottle of wine. He had been drinking a lot more recently, out of excitement of Ciel's freedom and being the boy's only choice for partnership. But what he did not expect, but was still equally excited for, was said Earl showing up at his mansion.

"Did you do it?"

An innocent blink of the eyes. "Do what?"

"You know what I mean, Alois. Don't play dumb with me."

A resist of a smile. "Say what you mean, because I clearly don't know what you're trying to accuse me of."

Fed up with games, Ciel growled in annoyance, "You killed Elizabeth! Stop playing games with me and tell me I'm right!"

Alois opened his mouth to feign surprise, and placed his hand gently on his chest. "What? How could you even think that I did such a horrible thing! You know I would never aim to hurt you, Ciel," he said, frowning deeply and looking at the dark-haired teen with pain-filled eyes. Setting his glass down, the boy rose from his seat and closed the distance between them, placing a hand on Ciel's pale cheek. He gently pushed their foreheads together, making the younger teen blush faintly. "You believe me, right, Ciel?" Alois asked quietly, running a graceful finger along the boy's jawline and pouting, flustering the boy even more.

"I want to believe."

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