Hi, readers... :)
First, I'd like to thank my 7 reviewers who Story Alert/Favorite Story-ed this fanfiction. I noticed that there were 13 accounts who Story Alert/Fav Story-ed, but only 7 of them reviewed... :(
Alright, so I have a question (this will determine the course of the storyline):
Do you want any pairings? None is fine with me, and any pairing is fine with me (but no yaoi or yuri please. It's not that I hate them but I'm just not a fan of them)
Do you want the "Dark" ending (the one with not too many twists) or the "Good" ending with a twist in a future chapter (I'm not going to tell you what the good ending is about, but it'll have more about Sebastian in it; but it won't stray from the main story)
Answer... in reviews! 'Cause if no one answers then I'll just going to pick randomly. I promise that there will be only one flashback in this entire story.
Elizabeth lied on her bed, pondering over the events on this fateful day. She had told Ciel and Sebastian to go back to the Phantomhive mansion, and they would talk after she had breakfast. After all, she needed her sleep; especially after what happened today. She also told them about her father's murder (or whatever she knew about it). That made her feel a lot better.
But this on this particular night, the girl seemed to be unable to sleep. Instead, she tried to recall everything that had happened.
(A/N: Begin flashback)
At approximately two in the afternoon, Elizabeth returned from her lessons. As usual, one of the Middlefords' butlers opened the carriage door for her to exit.
Elizabeth was on a particularly good mood that day, seeing as her "boring" lessons ended an hour early, and the weather was fairly good. She would've loved to visit Ciel, if only he wasn't... you know.
As Elizabeth approached the front door, said door opened to reveal her favourite attendant: Paula.
"Good afternoon, Lady Elizabeth." Paula said, bowing politely.
"Good afternoon, Paula." Elizabeth greeted, cheerfully. This was why the Middleford servants were fond of the girl: she treated her servants with affection and respect. "Where is my father?"
"He's been in his study all morning, Lady Elizabeth." Paula said, as Elizabeth practically darted towards the second floor.
"Thanks, Paula!" she exclaimed, as she went through a door.
Elizabeth darted past the a door, into the hallway, where she knocked on the sturdy oak door of her beloved father's study. Nothing.
"He probably fell asleep in there... again." The young girl thought, as she knocked louder. Still nothing.
Elizabeth huffed in annoyance as she opened the heavy door. It was completely dark inside.
"Father?" Elizabeth forcefully asked, as she walked forward. She intended to open the curtains when just in the middle of the room, a nasty scent sent a pang through her nostrils. And it suspiciously reeked of blood and violence.
"F-Father?" she called out again, this time in a softer tone. She was beginning to get scared. Elizabeth took another step when she tripped over something that made her fall headfirst into the green carpet.
She groaned in annoyance and turned around, trying to find whatever it was that made her fall, until she touched something.
She couldn't see it, but its flesh was stiff and cold. The scent of dried blood now plagued the room. Its clothes and the carpet around it was stained red with blood. It's face locked in a horrifying expression; the very expression it wore when the person who used to inhabit the body, died gruesomely.
Little rays of sunlight peeked out from the spot beneath the curtains. And now, Elizabeth's eyes had adjusted to the darkness of the room.
And then she saw that horrifying face. The eyes of her father stared into terror into nothingness. Her father's open mouth reeked of blood.
She felt paralyzed with fear. She barely had the strength to scream, until her eyes trailed down to her father's chest, where a cavity was all she could focus on.
She screamed.
(A/N: End of flashback)
Elizabeth opened her eyes to find the rays of the sun brightening her room. She groaned. For once, she didn't feel like waking up. For one reason and another.
Elizabeth loved both her parents dearly, yet she has always loved her father in a special way. Perhaps this was because the girl wasn't too close to her mother for some reason, or maybe it was because the late Marquis Middleford has always cared for his daughter more than Frances.
But either way, that would be the last time Elizabeth would ever see her father, in this world, anyway. And she saw him as a victim of a gruesome murder.
But nevertheless, she could never come home from her lessons, looking for her father, ever again. She would never hear his comforting, fatherly voice, ever again. Her father's study would never be the same again, not without the man who constantly spent his spare time there. And she could never hear him say "Good afternoon, Lizzie. How was your day?" ever again.
The Middleford mansion would be like an empty shell without its owner.
"Good morning, Lady Elizabeth." Paula said, suddenly appearing next to the blonde's right.
"Good morning, Paula." Elizabeth muttered, yawning quite audibly.
Paula proceeded to ask Elizabeth about her sleep, but then decided against it; she knew her Mistress didn't have a good night's sleep. It was clear from the girl's sullen expression.
Just two hours later, Elizabeth was quietly sipping tea, alone on the dining table. Her mother had just heard about the news, and Edward, her brother, was with some Scotland Yard detective, being questioned.
She heard a knock on the door. "Come in." She said.
Paula opened the door. "Lady Elizabeth, um... it..." she muttered, as the attendant scratched the back of her head.
"What is it, Paula?" Elizabeth asked, raising an eyebrow.
"It's... um... your fiance, Lady Elizabeth..." Paula muttered.
Elizabeth finally understood why her attendant was looking somewhat distraught; everyone had thought that Ciel Phantomhive had passed away.
"He's here to see you."
Elizabeth stifled a small smile. It wasn't nearly as cheerful as her old ones, though. "Tell him I'll be waiting here, please." She said, as the attendant closed the door.
She could understand why her attendant was so flustered. Ciel had Sebastian deliver letters to nearly everyone he knew; a letter than procalimed him dead. Elizabeth recalled the day when she told Paula about her cousin's death. Surprisingly, Paula looked genuinely sad. The attendant never told Elizabeth, but she really felt sorry for her.
Ever since the day Elizabeth knew about her betrothal to her cousin, Paula has always told her about how she would love to see them get married. She figured that her attendant was sad for her.
It wasn't long before a knock was heard. "Come in." Elizabeth said, glumly.
She saw Sebastian opening the door for his master to come inside. "Good morning, Lizzy." The Earl greeted, raising an eyebrow in intrigue. He noticed that Elizabeth wasn't quite herself, although he knew the reason why.
"Good morning, Ciel, Sebastian." Elizabeth greeted back. Sebastian merely smirked and nodded.
Um... so... I've never written about a murder before... so sorry if you don't like it...
