This is being rewritten therefore….the chapters after this are quite stupid. Beware before continuing.
Summary:
It's been a week since Ciel and the other's escaped the clutches of the zombie infested cruise and Ciel hasn't seen Elizabeth since then...it was starting to worry him slightly...only slightly...Ciel thought it was because she showed him her 'uncute' appearance so he decided to ignore it but after another week of no Elizabeth he had to go see if she was ok much to Sebastian's amusement me but when they arrive they see Elizabeth never returned home from going somewhere with Paula.
A small boy, shorter than most thirteen years old, set at a massive desk, one skinny leg crossed girlishly across the other, his chubby child chin resting in the palm of his uncalloused hand. A tall man clad in black, butler attire it seemed, stood not far off, just entering the room, pushing a silver cart along with him, tea pots and cups clattering lightly as the wheels of the cart rolled over the bumps in the rug. The butler stopped at the desk, pouring a steaming cup of tea into the fine china before setting it before the boy on the desk with a small "clink" which gained the attention of a lone blue eye.
"Sebastian, read me off my letters."
"Yes Young Master."
The boy raised the cup to his lips, sipping at the hot liquid, listening to his butler reading off the first line of each letter, waving his hand a bit in dismissal when it was a letter he had no use for, glancing over at the servant when he had stopped, "Nothing from Elizabeth?" he blurted out nearly too quickly, his eyebrows drawing low over his eyes in curious wonder and a bit of worry even as the blood red eyes of his butler twinkled in amusement.
"No, not a thing my lord, though, isn't it a good thing? I thought Lady Elizabeth…'pestered' you far too much for your taste."
The young lord snorted, rolling his eyes in annoyance, "That Elizabeth, she makes me so darn sick sometimes. She doesn't even have the decency to call anymore…I can worry sometimes," he said, muttering the last part nearly to himself.
"Does that mean the young lord misses his fiancée?"
Ciel growled a bit, eye narrowing at the smirking face of Sebastian, "Of course I don't! She's an annoying pest! Besides, she's my cousin, nothing more, nothing less," he said, crossing his arms and leaning back in somewhat of a childish pout though after a moment his thoughts seemed to drift somewhat, idly reaching over for his teacup and sipping the warm amber liquid.
"I wonder what goes on at the Middleford Estate..."
"Please! Paula, we beg of you, you must tell us where Elizabeth is!"
"I don't know."
"You will tell us where she is! Where'd they take her?!"
"I don't know."
"Paula! Dammit! Please, you're all we have, you're the only one that can tell us anything, just please, tell me where my daughter is..."
Edward had never seen his mother break down so deeply, not even that time Elizabeth fell and bumped her head and passed out for a month and no one thought she was going to get up. He doesn't even think he saw the woman break down then. It was weird, he felt like he was on the other side of the room, able to reach out his hand but unable to touch her.
He growled and walked over to Paula, raising his hand and striking the woman across the face, the girl tumbling over and bursting into a fit of sobs. His father, Alexis, in turn smacked the living hell out of him, causing his mouth to start to bleed heavily, nearly knocking him unconscious.
"Son! We've taught you better than to hit a woman! Ever! What would Elizabeth say about this!?"
"I know what she would say! She'd say Ciel is a better gentleman than me! But how is he better when everything is his fault! He should have died in the fire, never to return! I'm going out to look for Lizzy and you can stop being a selfish prick and come help anytime you want to!"
Frances burst into a fit of uncontrolled sobs. Falling to her knees in a bunch of skirts. She wished she never brought a daughter into the world, or perhaps, wished her sister hadn't married a Phantomhive and sealed all their fates…Perhaps, Edward was right in some ways.
Elizabeth stared at the ground, soft, barely audible whimpers escaping her tightly closed lips. If she made a noise, she'd no doubt be hit again. She wondered again, how she had got into this position. She and Paula had simply ran off to get something for Ciel…Well, she supposed she had jumped out of a moving carriage and her maid had to follow to make sure she was safe. It was quite late at night so it got darker quickly and two well dressed women such as themselves were attacked. The two tried to fight them off but the gang of men overpowered them quickly and Elizabeth could remember no more.
"Well, well, well, little Lizzy Middleford, how are you?" A mocking voice echoed to her left, her tangled curls bouncing as she whipped her head in the direction of the noise in surprise.
"W-what do you want from me?!" she said strongly despite her stutter.
The tall man stared down at her, cold, dark blue eyes staring from underneath blonde hair dirtier than hers, and she was in a cage for crying out loud.
"I simply want a little favor from the little darling of the Middleford's," he whispered tauntingly, "You can do that for me, can't you?"
She didn't know what happened but suddenly her cage door as open and a pill was shoved down her throat and she gagged, wanting to spit it up but couldn't bring herself to forcibly do it, crying softly as the man chuckled and walked out. The young girl stared down at the ground brokenly, unable to comprehend what she was going on as her stomach churned and her eyes lowered until they shut.