Ripping through air, the sword missed its target as the man clad in black ducked down and shuffled away. Sparks flew as the metal scrapped against the brick wall. Elizabeth turned to face her foe again as he staggered to stand on both feet. She had struck his heart with a mortal blade. While it could not kill him, it would definitely slow him down a bit.

"Lady Elizabeth…" he huffed, gripping at his chest. "Why are you doing this?"

"To what are you referring to?" inquired the woman. "Attacking you? I suppose it's to vent just a bit. I can't exactly kill you with this thing." With that she pointed the sword in his direction. "I'll have to finish you off later."

"The bombs." Sebastian said. "Why are you planting the bombs?"

To this, Elizabeth's eyes widened. Shock washed over her face at the suggestion. Indeed, she did recall there being a terrorist plot, but as to her involvement, it wasn't completely "there". Eventually, her eyes sharpened again.

"It was the amulet." She stated. "I was on a mission, and came across some fiend who thought it was a good idea to fight me, weaken me, and place that thing on me while recruiting me in with his goons. Why else would I be like… Like this?"

True, it was all very out of character for the Midford girl. Terrorist plots and ridiculous outfits were certainly not her thing. That said, it was also true that revenge also wasn't something she could be interested in, as memory serves.

"We have to stop the threat." Sebastian said. "There isn't a lot of time left. Master is currently heading toward the hideout of the mastermind behind this, we cannot stay here and fight."

"You're right…" Elizabeth said quietly. "We can't."

The woman lunged one last time, swinging her blade with her feet planted firmly on the ground. The snowy rooftop was stained red as she cut the demon open. His head fell. His body fell. They fell at her feet with a mighty thud. She knew it wouldn't kill him, but it would take him a while to get himself put back together again.

Elizabeth looked over Sebastian's body for a moment, tapping it with her foot. After deciding that he wasn't going anywhere, she crouched down, flipping him onto his back before rummaging in his pockets. After finding what she was looking for, she stood up once more, gripping the motorcycle keys in hand. Although she had them and knew what she needed to do, she just wasn't sure if she could.

Cutting off Sebastian's head and stealing his bike was not a problem. Her anger toward him had festered for a good portion of her life, after having realised the truth about him. That's why she helped found the H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. organization—so that people would never have to be tricked by demons ever again. Elizabeth knew this was silly, however. Had it not been for Sebastian, Ciel would have died at the hands of that cult all those years ago, and the Phantomhive wouldn't be alive to this very day.

It simply hurt. It hurt knowing that all of this time, Sebastian was only there to devour Ciel's soul. It hurt knowing just how badly her former fiancé was hurt. The truth was ugly, but she had assured herself that she had accepted it. Seeing Sebastian's face, however, only seemed to prove otherwise. It was easy to point her frustration at someone who had tricked her, but that would never change that it happened. It would never change the fact that Ciel was now one of those creatures that she had sworn to vanquish.

She didn't know how she would face the Phantomhive, if she could. Elizabeth had no idea if he would ever accept her being there, especially since she had lopped off his butler's head while throwing a bit of a fit. Regardless, she had to go to "Ceberus'" homebase. She still knew details about the plan that Ciel did not, so she would have to go and warn him, no matter how afraid she was.

Thus, she turned around and began walking, picking up her broken helmet as she walked away. The woman put it back on, despite how damaged it was, in hopes of being able to still employ it as a mask. While it was uncertain where she would go afterward, her obligation was to the people. There were still many innocent lives at stake. Humans, all of which were unaware of the danger they were in, were her priority. She left Sebastian, making her way toward the man's master. Her only hope was that she arrived on time.


A/N: A short chapter to follow the long one.

I could've actually combined them, but I wanted to fuck you guys up with dramatic effect.

Not sorry~!

Until the next chapter, my duckies~!