Caspian was in the graveyard, he heavily sighed as he leaned against an old and cracked gravestone. He looked down at it and shook his head. "My darling Amanda, I will never forget about you." He softly called her name before he looked up at the sound of a few twigs that broke under the weight of Elizabeth's bare feet.
"Who's- Oh, it's you." Caspian said as he was once startled, it was dark in the graveyard and he could barely see the filthy nightgown that fit snugly around Elizabeth's figure. Elizabeth sheepishly walked towards him, her face showing a slight twig of embarrassment as she looked into his eyes.
"Could we talk about reviving my darling Ciel?" She questioned as her thoughts instantly rushed towards the love she held for Ciel. She frowned slightly as her feet sunk a few inches deeper into the muddy lot. Caspian looked up from the ground, he stood straight up and stopped leaning against the cracked and rough-looking gravestone. He took the young child's hand and pulled her close to him, before he led the way into the ominous and creepy-looking graveyard. He looked down at one of the several cracked gravestones and leaned against the small hip-high gravestone that was placed next to Amanda's.
"May I ask who she was?" Elizabeth looked to the grave next to the one that Caspian leaned on. Caspian looked over; a saddened and mournful expression caressed his soft features. His pale face showed a few beads of sweat as he turned to face her.
"Amanda…she was my only child. My daughter wasn't beautiful, she was gorgeous. I remember she had just turned twenty a few days before her soul and body left this world." Caspian took a small breath as the painful memories floated back to him. "She wasn't living with Vivian and I, she'd decided that she'd be a housewife to a man she'd known for a minute." He softly whispered; his tone breaking as he spoke.
"My wife and I didn't know he'd beaten her…until it was simply too late." He added and stuck his scratched and scared knuckle into his mouth, his teeth biting down on the rigged and rough flesh as he used pain to distract his memories.
Elizabeth sadly frowned. Even at her young and naïve age she knew that the world she lived in was not perfect, she knew that corruption, greed, lust, and hatred lived around every corner and lurked the streets for its next victim. She sighed when she came to the realization that when she was younger the world seemed to be a happier and safer place for everyone.
She took several strides into the small and grave-filled lot. She'd ended up in the middle of the small lot with several, perhaps dozens of graves around her. She looked at the edge of the lot on the west field. She walked closer to what seemed to be a large tomb, the sensation of dirt, earthworms and crumpled up leaves covered her feet as she walked. She looked at the heavy stone door and saw that the door was covered in Latin tongue. Caspian looked over. "A-Ah, Lady Midford." He called, grabbing her attention. He grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the large tomb. "What is in there?" Elizabeth asked as curiosity caught the better side of her. Caspian led the way in the dark night, until a sudden thunk was heard. Elizabeth shook her hand away, mere seconds before Caspian Lovehart had fallen into an empty grave. She looked at him as he lay in the three-foot by six-foot deep hole, she grew worried for him and leaned on the dirty and muddy ground, dirtying her once immaculate and perfect nightgown even more than her slight tumble in the garden earlier that horrid night. She looked down and called out to him, her words were laced with worry, fearing he'd broken a bone or sprained an ankle; she extended her long, pale arm to him.
"Grab on, Caspian!" she ordered, he looked up and shook his head.
"This is only the tenth time I've fallen into this grave, I'm fine." He sighed and grabbed the edge of the grave and holstered himself up. He'd managed to pull his body out of the small grave and he casually brushed off the dirt that stained his tan cloth pants, he played with his pants leg and managed to get the slimy snail off of his pale and hairy leg.
Caspian leaned against one of the cracked and run-down gravestones; he grabbed his pipe and filled it with freshly dried tobacco before he looked at her. "Let's talk about Ciel Phantomhive." Caspian suggested as he puffed his corncob pipe. Elizabeth gladly shook her head and smiled up at him. "Yes, lets!" She could feel her heart race as she just thought about the only man she'd ever love. "What would you do for his life?" Caspian asked as he thought about how he felt about Vivian when they'd first met. "Anything!" Elizabeth quickly answered, without a doubt in her fragile little mind. "Really? Would you jump off of a bridge for him?" He thought only of the most difficult and most selfless deeds, most of the time people wanted to bring a loved one back to simply get an inheritance, rarely, rarely did someone come to him to bring someone back of pure love and adoration. He softly smiled under the fading moonlight. "How much would you pay for your dream lover?" Caspian asked as he looked to the barely-there stars in the night's sky.
Elizabeth took a deep breath, soft and caring tears filled in her soft jade eyes as she looked up to the early morning sky. She took another deep breath as she brought herself back down to earth.
"Nothing, because the man I love is priceless to me. The memories I have with Ciel, simply cannot be bought." She answered truthfully to her heart. Her utter honesty flabbergasted Caspian to the point of where he was speechless.
He grabbed her pale, ivory hand and squeezed it tightly. "I'll bring back, Ciel Phantomhive, you may be young, but you know what it means to be true to your heart." He smiled at her in a friendly way and hugged her tightly.
"I will stop at nothing to bring the love of your life back." He stroked one of her golden, now dirty blonde, curls with a few of his fingers as they walked out of the garden. Elizabeth broke out into tears when she had heard Caspian Lovehart's tender and caring words.
"You really mean it?" she asked, grabbing onto his hand." He stroked her soft, baby skin and smiled.
"Yes, I will stop at nothing to bring back your love. It is rare in this day of age to meet someone who wants to bring back a loved one simply because the person who is still alive loved them.
"There is a small fee that I need taken care of; it's just for the expenses." He smiled and handed her a small business card with the ''small'' amount written on the back.
"I-I can pay that, but why is it so much?" Elizabeth asked before she had looked directly down at the ground. "I need some essences, potions and all that for a body revival." Caspian explained, grabbing at his elbow as he saw her feet that were covered in mud.
Elizabeth nodded at the truly simple explanation and walked out of the creepy and unwelcoming graveyard, she wiped the mud off her feet on the wooden fence post. He sighed happily and grabbed her hand.
"Thank you, Elizabeth, for showing me that true love still exists." Caspian ruffled her hair and laughed before walking off to gather the horses together so he could drop her off at her family's manor.
Caspian looked at the tall horses, and then looked into the eyes of the meanest horse around. His name was Dasher; he was as wild as a mustang could be. He'd always kick the fence posts and snort water on them. He was a real bad boy. Caspian looked into Dasher's eyes and quickly narrowed them.
"Come here." Caspian ordered, but the horse stood there, in the middle of the road as if he were a stubborn mule. The tall boneheaded man grabbed the black lead from outside of the fence post and walked towards the stubborn mustang. He could grab ahold of Dasher's reigns, but keeping them in his hand was an entirely different story.
As soon as the metal rings of the harness and the leader rope connected together Dasher turned into a ferocious beast. His eyes would turn red and his heartless body would burn to death. The wild mustang threw his long and powerful legs into the air and pushed Caspian to the ground.
He trampled on Caspian's tender and over worked body, surely breaking an arm and even possibly a few ribs. His chestnut-brown coat wildly thrashed around in the cool summer morning air, the seven-foot tall animal bucked, crushed and tackled his body for ten whole moments. It wasn't until the daring and young Elizabeth finally stepped in that Dasher was able to bring in his relaxed and calmed self.
The young girl rushed over to Caspian's side, her feet tripping her up as she ran, she slid into the horse pasture and sighed in content. "Are you alright?!" She questioned before she grabbed his hand and lifted him up.
He groaned in pain as Elizabeth helped him up. He grabbed his ribs and tried not to laugh at her question. He'd just been trampled by a large and ferocious beast that could have very well killed him. He then looked to the calmer horses that lazed around before looking towards Dasher, who was running gracefully around in the pasture.
"Hybrid, Spiral, Vanilla, and Moon, come here!" Caspian shouted at the top of his lungs and four identical, graceful and friendly horses cantered up to them.
"Grab those beige ties." Caspian asked Elizabeth, before she reached over and grabbed the reigns that hung on the fence post. She quietly watched as Caspian hooked the horses up to the carriage via the reigns. He opened the carriage door and then closed it once Elizabeth had gotten in and sat down. He hoisted himself up so he could sit on the small dickey box outside of the carriage. He lifted the leather reigns up and quickly slapped them down, slapping the horses on their rears, forcing them to start moving with a violent thrust.
The chilled summer air blew harshly through his blonde locks as he steered the horses' right, then forced them left. The metal hoofs of the horses slid across the road as they raced on, pulling the carriage towards a cliff in the woods. Caspian slowed them, bringing them down to a softer and slower trot. Elizabeth looked out the window of the carriage; she could see the sun breaking dawn's line. She instantly panicked.
"What would happen if Paula knew I had left?" She asked herself as she was bucked around in the carriage, her arms slamming into the door of the carriage. Elizabeth knew she'd only had twenty minutes to be around until her servant, Paula, would discover she'd been gone. Suddenly, she smacked her head down on the floor when the carriage had slammed down on a large bump. She fell to the floor and lay there, unconscious, until Caspian arrive in the garden of the Midford's estate.
The crack of dawn illuminated the garden, and gleamed wondrously off of the birdbath that was placed in the middle of the small, but beautiful garden. Caspian softly smacked Elizabeth's cheek, waking her up, so he could get her into her room before anyone had seen them. She softly groaned when he'd placed her on the ground of the garden, allowing her to get familiar with her surroundings once again.
She grabbed ahold of the stone birdbath and pulled her sore and tired body up. Caspian picked her body up and walked towards the window, he'd accidentally smacked her into the clear and cold window, and she suppressed a small yearning of wanting to smack him, but held back. "A little bit lower." She directed, with not only her vocals, but she also waved her hand down a little.
The sun shined into the garden and gleamed wondrously over the stone birdbath in the garden outside of Elizabeth's unlocked window. Caspian lifted her up and accidentally smacked her head against the glass, bringing a complaint from Elizabeth when she'd felt the cooled glass against her cheek. Caspian wasn't paying attention and had dropped her to the ground, thinking she needed a breather from breaking into her own home. She only groaned in pain as she rubbed her now aching lower back.
"Not that low!" She rolled over, her tone was soft a sweet as she could barely breath. Caspian lifted her once again; he held her by her waist and slammed her body into the brick wall of the manor. Her eyes flashed open quickly before she forced them close.
"Ah-" She cried when she felt a small line of blood run down the middle of her forehead, down her nose and over her soft, pink lips. The golden-haired girl licked away the blood from her lips before ordering Caspian to take her a few inches towards the left, hopefully he'd understand this time. She sighed unhappily before looking down at him. She grabbed the metal frame of the window, a small, but forceful tug on the frame was all she needed for it to break free from the opened glass window.
The young lady shortly held the wrought iron frame before letting go, she heard Caspian groan in pain as he threw her up into the window. She rolled off of the patted bench that was by the window and hit the floor, she heard her ankle loudly crack, but knew it was just air cracking in the bone. She quickly stood from the ground and looked at him. "W-what happened?" She pondered as she held the windowsill.
"You dropped that bloody gate on my foot!" He replied, sitting down on the ground and nursing his newly broken toe. He looked up at her, and then stood, pressing most of his weight on the stone bird bath behind him. He panted with a deep breath before he actually spoke to Elizabeth, whom eyes were bright in the dim morning light.
"Oi, look a ladder!" He gasped slightly and then lightly laughed when he'd seen the wooden ladder leaning up against the side of the brick manor.
"…" Elizabeth looked at the old, deranged man, thinking he was an utter idiot who couldn't tell his head from his rear. She huffed and puffed as she meanly glared at him.
"Elizabeth." A woman's voice called before a soft knock on the door was heard. Elizabeth looked over, her heart raced, she'd looked as if she'd just come out of a mud pile and grew with worry that someone had seen her in the garden. The handle on the door was slowly pushed down and the door opened with a loud and slow creek. Elizabeth stood in the middle of her bedroom as she saw the door open; it was as if she were frozen to the floor. Her body refused to move in any direction.
"Lady Elizab-ah!" Paula's eyes flashed open widely when she saw Elizabeth's mud-covered nightgown and her filthy skin. "Y-You're a mess!" Paula closed the door behind her and walked over to Elizabeth, wondering how she could have gotten so dirty from just being in her room.
"I-I know." Elizabeth answered in a soft and frail voice strangely broke as she talked. "What happened to you?" Paula asked as she grabbed Elizabeth's arms, she instantly saw large, purple bruises that caressed her long arms. 'Dear lord.' Paula whispered, her heart breaking when she saw the injuries to her young lady.
"I fell out of my window, into the rose bushes and somehow cracked my ankle." Elizabeth didn't lie, she had gone through one hell of a night and it was amazing she hadn't broken any bones or done something that could possibly have gotten herself killed. She softly smiled, the blood on her forehead had dried and easily rubbed away when Elizabeth rubbed her forehead. Paula grabbed Elizabeth's dirty hand and walked towards the bathroom, closing the door behind her young lady. Paula bent down; she turned the hot water faucet on and watched as boiling water burst forward.
The room quickly filled with hot steam. Paula turned around and unbuttoned the filthy, mud-brown nightgown and let it drop to the floor. She pulled down the pink lacey panties she'd been wearing and grabbed her hand. "A lady shouldn't be dirty." Paula whispered as she helped Elizabeth into the tub, the water was steaming hot and slightly stung when the small nicks to her skin were touched by the water.
Elizabeth reached over to the small, glass table that was by the bathtub. Three bottles of soap were set atop the glass countertop, along with a rose-pink loofa and a shower cap. Paula rolled Elizabeth's hair up and placed the plastic shower cap over her golden locks, knowing to clean her hair in different water than the bath water her body had used.
Paula popped the lid to the honey and strawberry bath soap; she then grabbed the loofa, dunking it in the still somewhat clean water she poured some of the sweet-scented soap on it. She squished the puffy loofa between her fingers, letting the soapy bubble fill up atop her clean, ivory hand. Elizabeth gasped in pain as the soft, soapy loofa touched her arms.
Paula didn't expect the bruises on her arm to hurt as they had. Paula depressingly frowned when she'd seen the full amount of injuries to her young lady. She was supposed to protect her, and couldn't even manage to keep her safe in her own bedroom.
She inwardly sighed before she grabbed Elizabeth's leg, she rubbed the loofa along it, she examined the cuts and bruises that ran down her body. "How does one get so many bruises from one fall?" Paula quietly asked herself in a low and hushed tone, wondering how much the injuries actually hurt. A trail of bubbles were left before Paula dunked her leg and picked up the other. She continued to examine the marks on her other leg and smiled.
"You have such soft skin." Paula adored Elizabeth and loved her as if she were her own daughter. Elizabeth softly blushed.
"Thank you." Elizabeth looked away, her face heated slightly at the embarrassing compliment. Paula grabbed ahold of the shower cap and let Elizabeth's golden locks fall into the bath water.
She dunked Elizabeth under the water, wetting each curl and strand before applying the lavender and honey scented shampoo. Elizabeth leaned back against the top of the hot, porcelain bathtub, the crease where her neck rested was cool to the touch and she let out a soft and supple moan.
"Paula, I love you." Elizabeth smiled as Paula lathered the shampoo into her golden locks, smiling when she'd heard Lady Elizabeth say she loved her. "Aw, I love you, too, Lady Elizabeth." She smiled, and dunked her once more to get the soapy suds out of her now lavender-scented hair.
Paula grabbed a fluffy white bath towel and wrapped Elizabeth up in it when she'd stepped out of the bath. The once crystal-clear water had turned brown and murky. The young lady sighed when she'd seen the water; she never knew she could be covered in so much grime and muck.
Paula dried Elizabeth's wet body and then tied the towel around the young girl, making sure she was warm and as dry as she could be. Paula tied Elizabeth's long hair into a tight and messy bun, letting it air dry would be easier since it was summer.
The brunette woman walked over to the tall, cherry wooded dresser and pulled out a fresh, citrus-smelling gown. The gown was a light, baby-blue color, with long sleeves to hide the many bruises on her arms, and this attire wasn't covered in excessive amounts of dirt, muck, and bugs. Paula tightly tied the bow around her waist, causing Elizabeth a slight amount of discomfort as the clothing compressed her hurting ribs.
Elizabeth's hair dried rather quickly and Paula grabbed two baby blue ribbons and braided them into her hair, the ribbons twirled and molded to her hair and looked very cute when paired with the matching dress.
Elizabeth walked out of the bedroom once Paula had finished dressing her. She walked down the large and mile-long corridor and brightly smiled at the servants she'd met. She saw one of the black-haired chamber maids talking to a man. She couldn't see him very well, but saw his tall and quite masculine figure and blonde hair. He turned around and looked at Elizabeth. She instantly quickened her pace towards the man.
"Edward, it's been too long!" she happily called as she hugged him, not caring about the injuries she'd sustained a few hours ago.
"I know, I know, Elizabeth." Edward's soft tone whispered into her ear as he held his younger sister tightly. Edward pulled away from the tight and comforting hug and looked at his sister, he'd been away for a year and thought she'd changed in the time he'd seen her. She was taller and could have been a little fuller in her figure, but nothing in her really changed. He ran his hand over her braid and smiled.
"Paula, right?" He asked, knowing that Paula would always braid her hair when she was a younger girl. Elizabeth nodded. A light blush caressed her soft cheeks as she looked at her handsome elder brother.
"Did you fight in the war?" She shyly asked, not knowing if her brother's company had been shipped out of not. Edward nodded; he didn't like discussing the ways of war with his sister, knowing the things he had seen could give her terrible nightmares, like when she was younger. Elizabeth sighed. "How many men…?" She asked, her heart silently breaking when she'd pictured the bloody battlefield in her mind.
"Too many." He whispered in a low voice as he looked towards the open window, the large garden was exposed and looked beyond beautiful as the summer sunlight gleamed down upon it. He brushed Elizabeth's golden bangs from her eyes and smiled before he saw the small, penny-sized gash on her forehead.
"What is this?" He asked as he was a little worried about how she had gotten injured. Elizabeth licked her lips slightly.
"Oh, I fell." She tried to smile before she hugged her brother, but ultimately failed. "You should be more
careful, Elizabeth." He smiled as he held his sister.
"Now, let's stop talking about things a lady should never hear." He lowly laughed and grabbed her hand; and the two of them and began walking toward the dining room for their breakfast.
They walked into the large dining room, a crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling; it shimmered and shined as the morning sun brushed against its crystals. Edward walked in front of Elizabeth, and like a gentleman he pulled out her chair before telling her to sit down in a soft-spoken voice. He pushed her chair in once she'd sat on the white cushion of the dark-wooded chair. She looked up and smiled brightly at her older brother, he was in actuality, her knight. He rubbed her shoulder with one hand before sitting at the table himself.
Edward was seated three sitting arrangements down; he was at the head of the table on one side and Elizabeth on the other. "I-I'm sorry…" Edward spoke in a low tone, so low that Elizabeth could barely even hear him.
"Sorry? For what?" Elizabeth questioned as she picked up a glass filled with cold water and topped with a lemon. She brought the drink to her lips as she waited for Edward's reply. Edward took a semi-deep breath and looked into her soft and beautiful jade eyes.
"…For not being able to attend the funeral." Edward had been feeling guilty and horrible about not being about to be there for his younger sister, whom meant the world to him. Elizabeth dropped the glass to the floor, for a brief second she'd forgotten about her fiancé's death and was able to finally spend some time with her brother, which was rare since they never really saw one another.
"O-Oh, that's okay." Elizabeth's leg was drenched in cold water as one of the servants helped clean the spilt water up. The servant frowned and knelt on one knee.
"Lady Elizabeth," His deep tone said as he looked up at her. "-your dress is wet." He grabbed ahold of her elbow, it felt snugly in his hard and muscular grip. "I can get you another one, don't worry." The large, thick and broadly man assured when he'd grabbed Elizabeth's elbow. Elizabeth shook her head, refusing the offer, as sweetly as she could.
"I'll be fine, it was just water." She brightly smiled and the portly man bowed before returning to work, his day had seemed a little brighter than before.
"Are you sure you're alright, Elizabeth?" Edward asked, double-checking on his sister's condition. Elizabeth tried to flash him a light smile, but failed as her mind fell back onto the subject of her fiancé. Elizabeth simply nodded in agreement, hoping he'd stop asking her about how she was without Ciel. Without more to talk about they both sat in silence for a few minutes.
Edward's voice broke and he looked down the table at Elizabeth. "I…have another reason for coming home." He said lowly, hoping Elizabeth was still listening to him. "Why other reason can there be" She pondered as she rested her head atop her hand that was balled up in a tight fist.
"There…is someone dear to me that I wish for you to meet. She's a wonderful woman. She has locks of crimson and skin the color of ivory." He went on describing the woman, but his words fell on deaf ears, as Elizabeth toned out and thought about why a woman would be visiting her family. "What is she to you?" She absent-mindedly asked her brother.
"W-Well, she's my bride-to-be, if everything goes to plan." He took a sip of his water, feeling parched as he went under the little game of interrogation. Elizabeth's eyes flashed widely open.
"C-Congratulations!" She shouted and stood from her chair, running over she hugged Edward tightly. "I'm so happy for you!" She added once she'd wrapped her arms around Edward's shoulders, compressing him tightly in a loving hug.
A few moments later, the chef walked into the room. He'd smiled as he told the two siblings good morning and settled down their plates. Two egged omelet with pepper and onion with a side of hash-browns and a cup of fruit with pudding on the bottom was on the menu for this morning's breakfast.
Elizabeth took her seat at the opposite end of the table and smiled. She then cut a small hunk of egg off of the omelet and started to chew, while Edward had started off with the fruit instead. The two siblings shared only small talk while they devoured their delicious meal.
''When will your bride-to-be be coming over?" Elizabeth questioned, and grabbed a small cup of juice to wash down the egg in her throat.
"Tonight, do you wish to meet her?" Edward asked, he'd set down his fork and had finished his meal. Elizabeth nodded.
"Yes, yes, a million times yes!" Elizabeth loudly cheered. Her plate was empty and stood from the table, she ran around and around as if she were a young child. Edward only lightly laughed as he watched her.
"Then we shall have dinner with mother and father." He smiled at her before she ran out of the room and down the hall, disappearing into the many corridors of the Midford estate.
Elizabeth rushed into the library, and noted something peculiar that she noticed. She'd normally dread going into her family's library, but now, she'd loved it. She loved the scent of the old-vinegar smelling books.
She'd loved the adventure's she'd read about, and most importantly she'd loved gazing over the garden when she'd look up from a book. The scent of the lovely flowers drove in through the open window.
She walked up to the large oak bookcase and widely smiled as she pulled out a black and red book, the spine read, "The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe" in large, cursive print. She slowly turned around and began walking back to the small table with black leather chairs.
She set the dusty book down and pulled out the chair, it screeched as the metal ends of the chair scraped across the wooden floor. She sat down and squirmed in the chair, trying to get into a comfortable position. She leaned forward, her back slightly hunched over as she looked down into the manila-colored pages. She flipped through the first few pages, they were filled with information she had no desire to know about. She pressed deeply down on the first page of the story and softly read aloud.
"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door—
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door—"
Elizabeth loved the way poetry could swing and dissolve emotions. The way she'd felt when she'd read poetry was often different. She'd cry, she'd laugh and sometimes she'd even feel like a poem had left her hanging.
She looked up; a small sparrow had landed on the window and disrupted her. She softly smiled and began to read on in her mind, hoping she wouldn't scare the little brown bird away. She began to nod off, knowing that she didn't sleep much the night before.
She lowered her head down on the thick paperback and yawned. She saw the little birdy spread its wings and fly off as her sleep-deprived eyes shut and drifted off into a sweet and deserved nap.
Her eyes fluttered open; she lifted her head from the book and yawned widely. She looked to the open window as she saw the moonlight had caressed the ruby-red roses outside of the window. "I slept wonderfully." She mumbled to herself as she placed her hands on the desk and rose from her chair. She looked around in the library, and smiled when she'd seen a picture of Edward and her sitting in the parlor.
She brushed her fingers against the oil painting and felt the smooth surface. The library door quietly opened and Elizabeth pulled her fingers back, thinking it was someone who wasn't supposed to be there in the room.
"Elizabeth, are you in here?" Edward lowly called, wondering where his sister had disappeared to. He fully opened the door and stepped in when he saw Elizabeth's baby blue dress. He saw the dust on her lap and sighed.
"So this is where you've been hiding." He sweetly joked as he pulled off his green, silk-lined top hat and held it in his hand. Elizabeth lowly giggled and walked closer to him.
"I like it in here, it's peaceful." She replied as she grabbed the top hat and rested it atop her messy golden curls. He laughed at her and grabbed her hand; he lightly squeezed it as they walked to the doorway together.
"M-Melissa, my fiancé, is here. She's eager to see you." He smiled and whispered into her ear. Elizabeth looked at Edward's dark, army-green suit and smirked as if she were a child.
"So that explains why you look as if you're a leprechaun." She giggled as she mercilessly teased her elder brother.
"Ha-ha. Why do look as if you've been sleeping under a bridge?" He retorted, failing with his comeback, but still slightly teasing her.
Elizabeth looked at her wrinkled clothing and wild hair, she felt embarrassed. She knew a lady shouldn't have looked like that and then looked at her back side. Her ribbon had become undone and looked slightly rougher than she could allow. She looked down and deeply blushed.
"S-sorry, I'll go clean up!" She looked at him, tears threatened to pour out of her jade eyes as she ran out of the library and down the hall, turning right and then running into her opened room. She looked into the mirror and saw herself.
"I look…bad." She whispered to herself and pulled out the braid. Her hair was tangled and she walked towards the dresser to get her brush when she saw an off-white envelope sitting on her dresser.
She picked it up and turned it over and saw a crimson-red wax heart sealing the letter shut. She looked over and grabbed a black metal hair pin. She took the hair pin across the hair pin and broke the wax seal and saw a pure, clean, snow-white letter in the envelope. She pulled it out and unfolded it, the ink was dark, jet black and some residue had gotten on her fingers when she'd read it.
'Dear Elizabeth Midford,
If you would like to work on reviving your fiancé, Ciel Phantomhive, please complete the following steps so we can move forward with the resurrection.
-Gather the 500 pounds for the expenses.
-Obtain a shovel
-Go to the church's graveyard and dig up Ciel Phantomhive's body.
I will see you soon,
C. Lovehart.'
She walked towards her window; Paula must have been in the room since the streak-free window was closed. She smiled as she brushed her fingers against the window's glass; she gently pushed it open and felt the warm summer air blow ever so gently in her face.
She heard a knock on her bedroom door and panicked; she pulled her body into the frame and held on to the metal sides of the window frame. She felt the wind blow up her skirt and quickly fumbled to push it down.
"Ah-!" She blushed and quickly jumped down from the window as she heard her bedroom door creek open. She landed besides the rose bushes and ran five feet down the side of the garden, she hid in the shadows as she saw someone's figure in her room.
"Silly girl, where did she go?" Edward asked as he looked out her bedroom window, he smiled tenderly as he watched the moon light pour over the garden. He turned around and grabbed the snow-white paper, he looked at it and sighed when he saw the once written on letter was blank.
(To Be Continued...)
(Author Note: I apologize for taking so long to get the next chapter published. It's been a weird month and I've been rather busy. Please accept my apology and continue to follow the story! :) ~Emo)