His Butler, Elizabeth?

Chapter VII: His Butler, Protective

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He sighed, "I've seen it six times. There must be a way out of here, though."

"Oh, look at how beautiful she's become." A woman fawns, "Their children will be the most adorable things!"

"And look how much he's matured! He's so grown up!" A man commented.

"Oh," The woman began again, "I'm so proud of him!"

The two nobles turned around.

Elizabeth put her hands over her mouth, "Oh my... It can't be..."

Ciel eyes widened and he spoke quietly, "Mama? Papa?"

"Hi, Ciel." Vincent replied, "It's been far too long."

Ciel couldn't contain himself. He ran up to them and hugged his parents tightly.

"M-Mama. Pa...Papa." He mumbled.

Rachel kissed the top of his head, "We've missed you so much."

"I missed you, too." Ciel admitted.

Vincent looked up to Elizabeth, "What's wrong, Elizabeth? You use to always use to almost kill us with your hugs. You haven't stopped, have you?"

"I..." That wasn't Uncle Vincent, but, he was there, but, why now?

"Don't think we haven't missed our favorite niece." Rachel smiled at her.

She slowly walked over and hugged them, "Where have you been?"

"Oh! That's a very long, boring, unimportant story." Rachel dismisses, "But you two must have gotten here somehow, why don't you tell us what happened to you?"

So Ciel explained everything that had happened, that people had been disappearing at balls, so they tried to catch the kidnapper by throwing their own, but that back fired greatly, and then they woke up here and found them.

But these people were not her aunt and uncle, Elizabeth had concluded. Several things gave that away. Firstly, during the outlandish tale, Aunt Rachel had said nothing! Her aunt would've asked a thousand and three (if not a thousand and four) questions by now. And her uncle had always been one of those people who couldn't sit completely still. He would always tap his foot or twiddle his thumb, but now he was motionless. But what really gave it away, was the fact that her aunt and uncle weren't holding hands or being affectionate in some other manner. These people were not her aunt and uncle, Elizabeth had concluded.

But how was she supposed to tell that to Ciel?

Ciel was happier than he'd been in his last three years and he was almost smiling, for the love of purple! How could she do that to him? Just when the smile, the beautiful, amazing smile she'd been trying to bring back for weeks and months and years, was coming back. She couldn't bring herself to tell him that. And she could be wrong. She didn't know everything. They probably were Ciel's parents and she was just extremely paranoid.

But she didn't trust them.

There were very few people that Elizabeth had problems trusting, which wasn't the best thing in the world, but if she didn't trust them there was something up, right?

"Um, Vincent, I can't remember how to get to the ladies room from here." Rachel admitted.

He stood up and offered her his hand, "Allow me."

After he couldn't see them anymore, Ciel turned to her and said, "Can you believe they're here?" He grabbed her hand and almost smiled at her.

Her heart broke into millions of thousands of tiny little pieces as she said, "I don't think it's them."

His face went from almost smiling to an immediate frown, "What do you mean?"

"I'm sorry, it's just...I don't think it's them."

"Well, I guarantee you wouldn't be saying anything of the sort if it was Esther!" He said with venom in his voice.

Her eyes began to water. "How could you bring up...Esther...?"

"Wait, no!" His eyes widened, "I didn't mean to..."

A tear fell down her cheek, "Esther..."

Flashback, seven years ago...

"Mommy!" Elizabeth called, "Where are you?"

"I'm in Esther's room!" The Marchioness had called.

Elizabeth ran into the room. Her Mommy, Daddy, and Edward were standing by the cradle and her Mommy was holding the six-month-old baby.

"Good morning." She greeted. She hugged everyone and kissed Esther on the head, "Doesn't Esther look so cute when she's sleeping. I wonder when she'll wake up.".

She looked at everybody. They looked sad or mad, except for her sister, she was sleeping.

"Elizabeth," Her father began, "I don't think Esther is going to wake up."

She titled her head, "Huh? She's not gonna sleep forever like Sleeping Beauty, is she?"

"She's dead Elizabeth!" Edward cried, "She's not gonna sleep forever, because she's not asleep! SHE'S DEAD!"

"Wha...?" Elizabeth muttered.

"I...I'm sorry." Edward apologized. "I'm just upset."

"Esther is dead?" Elizabeth tried, "Why? Was she sick?"

"She just stopped breathing." Frances said with no emotions.

"I...but...why did she stop breathing?" Elizabeth said with tears welling up in her eyes.

Frances looked at her, "Sometimes, people just aren't strong enough to keep going."

"But you're the strongest lady ever! And daddy's the strongest man ever! Shouldn't she be the strongest baby ever?"

But alas, she wasn't.

The hall was silent.

"No. I probably wouldn't act that way if it was Esther." She wiped her face, "And I wouldn't act that was if they were your parents, but they aren't Ciel. I'm sorry, really. I wish they were, but they aren't. They've been dead for three years, why would they be back here, now?"

Ciel's face scrunched up, "Yes, they ARE! I don't care what you think! They're back and they care about me! Unlike you..."

"What do you mean? Of course I care about you! I risked my life to save you from getting eaten by a demon! And I'm your butler! And I'm your fiancée! I-"

"Well, then Elizabeth, why can't you let me be happy." He said coldly.

'...I was going to say I love you.' She thought.

Her heart broke further. That was the only thing she'd tried to do for the last three years. Make him happy. And he'd be happy if she let him be with these people he thought were his parents. He'd be happy if she left him alone.

He'd be happy if she left...

"Ciel! Sweetheart!" Rachel called as she and Vincent rounded the corner, "Is there something wrong?"

"Elizabeth. She doesn't want me to be happy..." He muttered, prompting Rachel and Vincent to hug him.

'Stupid.' She thought, 'That's all I ever wanted... And now, you won't even call me Lizzie...'

A/N: Poor Elizabeth. Now, I don't mean to be rude, but would someone drop a review? Even if it's something like 'Yay!' Or 'I like this chapter.' Or 'Update soon.' Even ';)' would be fabulous!

BTW: I've been writing...A LOT! And I've been thinking about this story...A LOT, and it's probably going to be more of a romance, but I'm not changing the genre! I hope you ship CxE...

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