Chapter Two: Where, Oh Where Has My Puppet Gone?
Disclaimer: Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji is not mine.
It had been two days since Elizabeth had last seen the stranger whom had helped her. She had kept the ring he'd bestowed upon her, and thought of him often. It sat as a chilling reminder of him that stayed on her right thumb, and she twirled it anxiously as she sat at a small corner table in one of the many pubs found around London. Her job didn't start until the sun set, but she had no where to be before then. She waited, and when the sun finally sank in crimson waves beneath the darkening horizon, Elizabeth took a deep breath and climbed on stage with her fiddle. She didn't hesitate, and she didn't silence the crowd. Pulling her beloved instrument from it's leather case, she smiled almost lovingly at it before playing one long, loud note that silenced the tavern. Taking one last deep breath, she began fiddling a simple tune: Irish Washerwoman. It started out slow before rising in pitch and speed. The crowd began to clap to the tempo and stomp their feet with smiles on their faces that weren't caused by alcohol or the bar maids wandering about the place. Elizabeth opened her mouth and began singing the lyrics as she twirled around the stage whilst fiddling away. When the song ended, she merely moved on to the next one: Julia Delaney. She twirled and spun about the stage as she sang, and she stopped when her eyes locked with an amethyst pair that sat in the crowd. The stranger, Drocell Keinz, sat before her in the crowd, looking puzzled that she had stopped. The crowd muttered unpleasantly, and there were several demands for her to start up her fiddle once more. Clearing her throat and never once letting her eyes drift from Drocell's, Elizabeth began playing Greensleeves and singing softly as she did so.
"Alas, my love, you do me wrong. To cast me off discourteously. For I have loved thee well and long, delighting in your company. Greensleeves was all my joy. Greensleeves was my delight. Greensleeves was my heart of gold, and who but My Lady Greensleeves? And now Greensleeves farewell, adieu. To God I pray to prosper thee. For I am still thy lover true. Come once again and love me. Greensleeves was all my joy. Greensleeves was my delight. Greensleeves was my heart of gold, and who but My Lady Greensleeves?"
She pressed her lips together as the song ended, and several members of the crowd sighed as the tragic love song ceased to flow around the tavern. An almost devilish grin made its way upon her face as she immediately began sawing upon her fiddle with her bow, and the crowd cheered as the tune of 'The Devil Went Down To Georgia' was heard. Elizabeth played several more songs that night before passing around her leather fiddle case, receiving generous and not so generous tips from the tavern folk. As Elizabeth passed Drocell, she slipped a note into his pocket telling him to meet her behind the shop. He seemed to nod, and after putting away her fiddle and securing her tips, she rushed to the back of the tavern, anxious to meet him again. However, the only thing that was there was a small, porcelain doll that looked exactly like her. Black hair, dark blue eyes, and creamy porcelain skin. The doll was dressed in a blue evening gown, and had a small gold band with a blue stone set in it around its right thumb, much like where she had placed the ring she'd received from Drocell. She whimpered as something tightened around her body, and her body began moving of its own accord into the alleyways and away from the soft warm light spilling out of the open back door of the tavern. Down through the cold London streets and alleyways she was pulled, and faintly she could hear the tune of London Bridge being played. The music grew louder as she came closer to a small shop that had a single lit lantern out front. Opening the door, her eyes widened as she came face to face with the one whom had saved her two days ago: Drocell Keinz. He sat in front of a table that had several doll pieces on it, and smiled as she came in. The door creaked shut behind her, and a feeling of dread came upon her as he began softly humming the same lullaby he had been humming when he had killed the men that had chased her.
"And I think to myself, I am glad she found this shop. It sees the Hope Piece has led her here, and now she is mine."
Her head felt light, dizzy, and she collapsed backwards as the strings that held her vanished. He caught her as she fell and whispered almost lovingly to her,
"Sleep well My Fair Lady."
*End of Chapter Two.*
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