It's been five years since Ciel Phantomhive has died. It seems everyone has forgotten about him, as if he were an ember that floated up towards a night sky that would devour him forever. He lit up Elizabeth's world like a fire, and just like a fire, he had been snuffed out. She missed him. How could everyone forget him just like that? She was nineteen, and took on the title Countess of Phantomhive. She didn't enjoy the title much at all. Ciel should have been by her side still, as the Earl.
She walked down the streets of London, her heels clicking against cobblestone and echoing out around buildings. Then, the sounds are swallowed up by the starless night sky. It was something she commonly did, she had no more regard for her safety,and the room she slept in, the bed, once belonging to Ciel, was so cold and empty. It woke her up with nightmares, not ones that scared her, but ones that reminded her about the reality of the situation. He was gone, and she had dulled slowly and gradually without him.
Lizzie kept her viridescent gaze on the ground beneath her feet as she walked. She wished she could say that she was lost in her thoughts, but it was really quite the opposite. Her ears twisted upon hearing a sort of rustling sound, and she looks up to try and find the source. It came from the dark alley next to her, so she casually peered in. At first, she saw nothing. Then, as she turned her gaze back away from the alley, she saw a shadow shift in the corner of her eye. She thought she was mad, or tired, or delirious, or a mixture of all three. She began walking again, when a glow catches her eye. She turned back to look down the alley again, and sees it. A glow, a bright red, or magenta glow, with a black slit just in the middle. The eye narrowed, and Lizzie lets a beautifully tragic scream tear from her throat at the sight and turns to run. She didn't make a step when the creature's awfully clawed hands wrapped around her thin ankles. It left painful wine red bruises around the entire appendage. It yanks, and she falls on her chest. This knows the air out of her lungs, and she finds herself unable to scream anymore, clawing at the ground as it drags her deep into the darkness of the alley. Her ankles that once bore white socks, are now bloodied where the claws dug themselves deep into her flesh.
She took one look at the monster as it grabbed her and pinned her against the dirty bricks of the alley by her neck. It made terrifying clicking and alien-like snarls that paralyzed her to the very core. A sick, slimey sound makes its way to her ears as the fiend opens its disgusting mouth to reveal rows upon wretched rows of disarranged shark-like teeth. She didn't get a chance to scream this time. All the glass within 200-yards just shatters, and forces Lizzie to throw her hands up to cover her ears at the jarring sound. She closed her eyes tightly, fearing that she was to be devoured. She was deaf to the discord around her as people woke up from deep slumbers and scrambled to try and figure out why glass had shattered, and how to reverse the terrible bad luck shattered mirrors brought.
Time was at a stand-still. Nothing happened for quite some time, and then Lizzie felt the demon's grip on her neck loosen. She sank to her knees because her ankles couldn't support her weight. She looked up slowly, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her eyesight had adjusted to the dark, and she found that this monster was darker than dark, blacker than night. Coal-black. No, even darker. She couldn't make its figure, only the outline of it. She saw that its one visible eye slowly widen. Before, she had only been able to see a bright, swirling magenta, but now she could see that he had an iris. The rim of it turned from a bright crimson to a sapphire blue, and then the rest of its iris followed suit into a colour that resembled the bluest of skies. Something was oddly familiar about this entity's eye. She had seen that blue from somewhere.
It lowered itself to the ground, and raised its dangerously clawed hand. She flinched with a sob as it gingerly touched her cheek, and then she flinched again when it pulled back sharply from her. The place it had touched her now ached painfully, and she reached up to feel the formation of a bruise in the spot. The creature looked at it's claw, and its gaze softened. Was that regret? Or fear? It was sadness. It was definitely sadness. It stared at her face. There was silence for a moment that seemed to stretch into an hour. The only thing that broke the still air was Lizzie's uneven, heavy breathing. Her head suddenly felt hazy. A voice she heard, or did she hear? It was inside of her head.
No, not just one voice, she mused. It was many voices speaking at once. It was both feminine and masculine. It was loud and silent, hard and soft, so many voices that it paralyzed and hypnotized her. She heard these voices before, she was familiar with them. Vincent, Rachel, Francis, Claudia. More voices that she did not know personally, but the Phantomhive's descended from. So many voices, from so many ancestors. What alarmed her, however, what paralyzed her, was the voice that was most predominant. The voice that sent shivers and made her whimper with grief. The voice that commanded all of the other voices in this strange discorded speech was Ciel's. Her long-dead fiance.
What left her numb and unable to think, was what the voice uttered. Softly. It was alarmed.
"Lizzie."