Sorry it's short.

Chapter 11

Few Years Later

To step out into the open environment that she was so familiarized with, Annalise wanted to go back to England. The clean smell that she missed and the green luscious trees that looked exactly as it had before. The birds' chirps and the fresh grass that her fingers ached to touch and grab. All the more, she wanted to hold onto Roy's fur and Ciel's embrace at the same time. Only a few years went by in Germany and she hadn't forgotten any details that were so important to her in London.

While riding a carriage back to her come country, Annalise opened her precious scrapbook of England and took out a picture from her pocket. Gently, she slipped the picture of Roy and herself inside the designated slots for the picture. It was finally completed; the scrapbook had everything she could've put in it to make herself happy. A white box bounced in the seat of the carriage next to her, filled with sweets and chocolates that she prepared for her favorite person and animal. Any longer, Annalise would've jumped out of the carriage and ran to London herself. She wanted to be in the place she belongs the most.

Or so she thought.

Annalise felt a halting stop and almost jerked forwards inside the coach. A whining horse tilted the Dover upwards into the sky, causing it to fall over. She assumed the animal escaped from the reign but wondered why. Quickly, she reached for her sweets and scrapbook and kicked open the door; escaping to the wonderland she imagined. She opened her eyes wide, only to be greeted by something grey and black falling from the sky. It fell on her fingers as she rubbed the material between the tips of her fingers and knew they were ashes. Small red flowing fires topped the roof of the building, giving them dancing celebration hats. The place was deserted. Nothing was left of London except rubble and the newborn snow on the ground.

Annalise dropped the box she was holding and sprinted for the place her heart desired to go to. The snow crunched and stuck onto her old and worn boots, causing her to almost slipping with each step. Her heart beat quickened with each metre as butterflies flew in her stomach. She needed to get to the place full of the ones she loved. But one question ran through her head. Are they okay, she thought.

For so much to be happening in a few years… it was nearly impossible. Was it the great fire in London? Did it burn down everything? She snapped towards the right and saw people in mucky coloured rags, covering their faces with fear engulfing them, behind the crumpled buildings. They peeked out at her, the sole girl running down the streets. Annalise's pale white skin, almost the colour of a ghost, blended in into the snow. But blood streamed to her face, giving her a nice pink tone to her cheeks. She needed to find them.

When she reached the house of the Phantomhives, she saw absolutely nothing but the foundation of the house. Her breathing speed increased, panicking about where Roy, Ciel or everyone was. She searched around in the back, in the front, but no one was there. Annalise slumped to the cold and icy snow. The dirt snow seeped through her dress that she wore for the special occasion. Her hands ran through the ashes and the snow as she leaned her back against the broken wall. Dumm weltschmerz, Annalise muttered in German to herself. Did everything had to fall apart?

Finally, after saving enough money from her new life in Germany, she came back as soon as she could to England but no one was here. Or was there? A sizzling warm feeling traveled to her left arm as she snapped her head to the left. What was it that made her warm? Cautiously, Annalise walked behind the destroyed mansion to find fire bursting out. Roy was breathing fire in every direction possible. His eyes were filled with hatred and anger; his growl was unexpectedly harsh.

Annalise approached him, her hands out to pet him, "Roy?" Her voice shook as Roy turned his head and breathed fire in her direction. "Ah!" she shrieked and felt her hand burn up. At the moment, Roy snapped out of whatever he was doing, knowing that he harmed someone he knew. Annalise's hands were scorched and blistered and she tried to dig her hands into the snow. She winced at the pain and heard a familiar whine from Roy. She smiled at him, reassuring his devastated look in his eyes.

"I'm fine Roy, but where's everyone?" Annalise took her hands out of the mud mixed snow and Roy licked her burnt hands. He crouched and then lay on the ground; telling her to rest on his body. She snuggled in his fur, glad to be warmed in the cold weather. Roy still wouldn't tell her where Ciel and everyone were. Then again, demon hounds couldn't talk.

"Where did Ciel disappear to?" she tried again but Roy only shook his head. The worst case scenario popped in her head and she dug her face in Roy's coat. No! It can't be… he's not gone! Annalise silently cried but wondered why Roy was here and no one else. Why was he breathing fire and looked so angry? So many questions ran through her mind and she couldn't answer them. There was nothing else left for her to do except go back to Germany.

Suddenly, Roy stood up, looking Annalise hard in her eyes. His nose touched Annalise's forehead and he ran off. She was confused as to what happened at first until Roy came back and brushed his muzzle to her head again. With exhilarating speed, Roy ran away along with Annalise tagging behind him. Tears flew out of her eyes as she chased Roy; Annalise didn't know what else to do but to follow him.

Shadowing him, Annalise thought of nothing but Roy as she focused in on his dark chocolate fur and his wagging tail. She reached out for him, almost touching the tip of his tail and hearing his loud pant. The ice cold weather and snow didn't stop Annalise from trying her best to grab him. Her cheeks became rosy, as well as her nose, and her fingers were frozen. Small fogs of smoke emitted from her mouth every time she huffed. Her lungs hurt with the cold air but her mind didn't stray from her goal. Her head only reached up to the top of his leg, so she jumped to tap his body, giving him a firm pat on the back.

"Tag, you're it."

End