The girl stared at the slab of concrete as it sat there. It looked so innocent for something that represented so much pain. She didn't know how they did it; summarize a person so brilliant and wonderful into just a few dates and words. Ciel Phantomhive had been more than a name, more than the squiggly lines caved into a plaque that was all that remained of such a bright light.
Elizabeth felt the tears start the same path down her cheeks as they had worn many times over the last few days. It wasn't fair. Ciel had been hers; God had no right to take him from her. This wasn't right; they were supposed to go together, not like this. Some part of her was glad that it had been peaceful, that he had slipped off in his sleep due to some sickness he had been keeping quiet about since he was a child.
But the majority of her just wanted to hold him in her arms again, just wanted to tell him all the things she hadn't had the courage to while he was alive, and now would never get the chance to.
The funeral had been earlier that day, it was currently midnight and she had taken a walk when sleep had continued to elude her as she was crushed by her grief. Now she sat alone on top of her Fiancé's grave and wondered what on earth she was going to do. There was nothing left for her any more.
'Do you want to bring your beloved back from that hateful God?' the voice was unfamiliar; looking up she saw what looked like some sorry excuse for a fat clown. Anger filled her, how dare this fool mock her; how dare he dress like that and ask stupid, impossible, questions to which the only possible response was yes.
Suddenly the whole world shifted and Elizabeth was left to wonder if she had fallen asleep out in the cold and was currently dreaming, that seemed like the only logical explanation to what was happening. A skeleton-like object was suspended in a frame with the strange, fat, fool, dancing around it.
'Hello! My name is the Earl of Millennium and this is a magical body that I created; insert a soul and it will be revived. Do you want to revive your precious Ciel, take him back from that hateful god? I can do it, with your help. You share a bond with him, a bond powerful enough to call him back from heaven, call his name and he shall be returned to you.'
Elizabeth sat between a grave and a metal skeleton. This was a dream, it had to be, but what a good dream it was to think that something as simple as calling for Ciel would bring him back to her. It was a dream, a dream of hope and a chance for the future that she had wanted since she had known what it meant to want. What harm was there in embracing that hope? What damage could a dream do?
Taking a deep breath she screamed his name.
And nothing happened.
The fat fool looked at her, looked at the skeleton, and pulled an incredibly confused face for someone that didn't stop smiling.
'I'm sorry, could you please try again?' Elizabeth did her best impression of her mother and screamed out a second time.
The world seemed to warp just slightly as if something from far away was yanking at it. The skeleton started to glow and for a second Elizabeth thought it had worked.
Then the skeleton exploded into dust.
Elizabeth stared at the skeleton and made a mental note not to trust strange clowns or wired dreams ever again as apparently they were more trouble than they were worth. Her new resolution was confirmed even more so as the fat fool fell to the ground and with tears pouring down his cheeks and shifted through the ashes.
'No! My precious Akuma! What did you do to it? how did this happen? Did I get the wrong person? What on earth is going on?' Elizabeth shuffled away from this incredibly unstable person. Suddenly the man stood as if nothing had happened.
'It would appear I failed.' And with that sentence he stood up and left, leaving an incredibly confused and annoyed Elizabeth in his wake to decide that maybe her bed, and sanity, were calling from inside the house.