Pairing/Characters: Lizzy, Sebastian, and Ciel
Rating: PG
Lies
A raven crowed from somewhere off into the forest of skeleton trees. Night was slowly falling, leaving the over cast sky cold and morose. Elizabeth's boots crunched the dead leaves as she made her way down the small path. Her coat was pulled tightly around her frame to keep the cold at bay.
Beside her stood elegant slab after elegant slab of markers. Each one held a name scrawled into the cold stone. They were all strangers to her, she hadn't come to pay them respect. What she sought was the one grave, the deception among all the others; the marker with nothing to guard.
She smiled as her eyes found the marbled stone that she had quietly sought. The name engraved across it's surfaces made her heart thud and he eyes sting. No matter how many years had passed, five to be exact, she still couldn't look upon that name with out feeling some ache deep within her chest.
"Ciel," Elizabeth breathed the name, so soft and tender. She dropped to her knees in front of the grave not caring if she muddied her dress. Delicate fingers reached out to trace the name and date of death. She could still remember the day. Seeing Ciel standing there like some dark prince asking for a single dance. If only she had known that it would be their last moment together.
A small part of her hated Ciel for leaving. She had received no good-bye, no explanation. All she was given was the knowledge that he was gone, dead to the world. Sometimes she thought she glimpsed him intermixed amongst a crowd. Perhaps that was the reason she kept coming back here. It was a reminder that Ciel was not coming back into her life, forever dead. One day she would believe it.
Elizabeth wiped away her tears and got ready to stand. "What use is it visiting an empty grave?" She asked not expecting an answer, but hoping for an epiphany.
"Yet the lady seems intent on returning."
The girl jumped, spinning around. Her emerald eyes widened is astonished familiarity. For a moment she couldn't believe what she was seeing. It was as if she were looking at a ghost, and perhaps she wasn't too far off her mark.
"Mr. Sebastian," she stuttered out, shrinking back from the man's intense eyes. Had they always been that red, that emotionless? She knew that this was not the man who had walked by Ciel's side for so long, and cast pleasant smiles to her when she visited.
He sent her a smile that sent a chill down Elizabeth's spine. "Your visits are pointless," Sebastian said almost cruelly. "He does not hear you, he doesn't want to hear you. Your Ciel is dead." He knelt down, and began wiping away unseen blemishes from the grave stone. "Was he even yours to begin with I wonder?"
"You don't speak for him." Defiant eyes bore into the man as the girl found her nerve.
"Perhaps." Sebastian stood, moving away once more. "You'd do best to forget Ciel, I can assure you he's no longer thinking of you."
Elizabeth watched him go. Her eyes were hard and dry, she was no longer crying. Sebastian had awoken a distaste within her that made her tingle. She was unsure of what the man was, human, ghost, or demon; any one of them were possible on a night like tonight.
She glanced at the grave once more to give it some form of silent farewell. It was getting late and her mother would be waiting for her at home. Elizabeth felt a chill race down her spine as she headed for the cemetery gate. The cold went straight to her bone and froze her in place. She forced herself to pick up her pace and make it back to the safety of the main road.
The gate shut behind her, and she tried to resist the urge to look back to where she knew the empty grave sat; a lie in plain sight. Elizabeth stopped mid step as her eyes made out the dark shapes upon the hill. She instantly picked out Sebastian, who looked down intently at the smaller form beside him. It was the other that caught Elizabeth's attention.
Scarlet eyes stared back into emerald, and Elizabeth was forced to break the gaze. The two, the man and the boy, moved on the hill falling farther back into the forest. A lone tear fell from Elizabeth's eye as she bid a final farewell, though she was no longer looking towards the grave.
This would indeed be her last trip here. There was nothing lying beneath that stone but lies and bad memories. Her Ciel was dead, she no longer needed cold marble to tell her that anymore.
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