(Time skip, 3 months later)

Vivian trembled, letting out shallow breaths, as she didn't want to suck out all of the air from the tight confinement she was currently in. It was so cold if she could see, she'd be seeing her breaths come out in little puffs. Slowly tears trickled down her cheeks and she sobbed quietly. She didn't want to die, oh how she didn't want to die! "Ciel..." She sobbed quietly, as she curled up and hugged her knees to her chest. "Ciel... I'm sorry.."

(One Week Earlier…)

"Ciiiieeeelllll!" She calls, running through the manor until she got to his study. She barged into the room, with a wide smile on her face.

He looked up from his papers, a mask of indifference on his face. "Did you get the deal?" He asks, raising an eyebrow at her. Inside, he felt… Well, he didn't know. It felt like happiness, for her, but he couldn't tell.

"Yes!" She cries, running over and hugging him. "I now own over half of all beverage-making companies in both France and Britain!"

"That's great." He says, reluctantly hugging her back. "Maybe we can celebrate with a glass of champagne later?" He asked, and she smiled even brighter.

"Oh, I'd love that! That almost sounds better than the deal itself!" She giggled again, unable to stop smiling.

"Is it really, now?" He asks, pulling away with his eyebrow raised again. "Because I can remember you talking on and on about how amazing it would be if you could convince this guy to join your little 'chain'." He ran his fingers through her curly hair, the side of his mouth tilted up in a grin.

She seemed to grow sheepish. "I know, I just… I love spending time with you, and with work and stuff, we haven't been able to as much… So just some time alone with you would be great…" She tucked a stray curl behind her ear and continued smiling at him.

He chuckled and patted her head as if she were some sort of cute animal. "Then that's what we shall do. Maybe we could even bring some chess into it…"

"No! Anything but chess!"

Hours Later…

Vivian just couldn't fathom why she was so bad at chess. She thought that maybe Ciel was cheating. Yeah… That had to be it…

Eventually, Ciel granted her mercy and they started playing a different board game, one more suited to her childish tastes. She didn't know what it was called, but it had to do with money management and buying properties. All she knew was every time she cashed in five separate hundred dollar bills or one five hundred, Ciel seemed to get more and more frustrated. Finally, a game she didn't lose so horribly at.

A Couple More Hours Later…

After a couple games of monopoly, Vivian and Ciel laid together on Ciel's large bed, both reading. Well, Ciel was reading. Vivian was looking at picture books. That was as close as she was going to get to reading, so Ciel took it. Of course, she knew how to read, she just didn't enjoy it very much. Another hour passed and Ciel looked over to realize Vivian had fallen asleep with her book covering her face. Ciel's lips turned up in a slight grin as he pulled the blanket up over her, placed her book on the nightstand, and laid down. He turned off the lamp on his bedside table and soon fell asleep as well.

...

Vivian suddenly screamed as she awoke from her nightmare. Ciel quickly woke up too, being the light sleeper he is. She panted, hugging the blanket closer to her nightgown-clad body as her chest heaved in and out.

"Vivian, are you okay?" Ciel asks, sitting up with her and putting a hand on her shoulder. She calmed her breathing enough to give him an explanation.

"I-I had a nightmare...about being buried alive.." She said, her voice shaking as she started making sobbing noises and buried her head her hands. Tears streamed down her cheeks and his hand moved down from her shoulder to her back, and he rubbed it in a comforting way. He wasn't sure what else to do, at this point. "It-it was awful! It was so..so real."

"Ssh..don't worry, you're fine. You're safe here with me," He says, offering up a small, reassuring smile to try and calm her down.

"But...but... it seemed so real...I was taken by this strange creature and buried...and I didn't wake up until I almost suffocated to death!" She says as tears threaten to fall again.

"Please don't cry again...please..." He says, his sapphire eye pleading with her. He didn't know how to deal with a crying girl and didn't want to try it again. It was starting to get a little bit annoying.

"O-Okay," She sniffled, wiping her eyes. She straightens her back and lays back down on the bed. He also settled down next to her and started to doze back off when he felt her arms creep around his torso.

"What are you doing?" He asked her, grinning in amusement. She pressed her blushing face against his back, and paused before answering,

"I'm cold…"

One Week Later…

Oh, how Vivian missed Ciel... Her body aches to be held again. Her hand reaches up to her lip as she felt something moist run down it. Her lip was bleeding… Her fingers were already starting to go numb, it was so cold.

She keeps crying, making soft whimpering sounds. She is going to die down here. No one was going to save her.

A Few Hours Earlier…

"Don't worry, Ciel, I'll be fine. I just have to run into town real quick!" She says giggling lightly.

"Okay.." He says, releasing her waist. She smiles and turns around to face him. "Just be safe."

"Like I said, don't worry," She says, softly pecking his cheek. "I'll be back before the dinner bell chimes."

"You promise?" He asks, with worry showing in his sapphire eye, thought it didn't show in his voice.

"I promise." She leaned in and hugged him. She pulled away and looked him in the eye. "I love you."

"I know..." He says.

Her smile twitched into a frown, only for a moment, before she continued grinning. Still, she couldn't quell the dark feelings swirling in her center, as well as the worry she was feeling. Why does she feel like this is the last time she'll ever see him? She's only running into town to check on one of her warehouses, then she'll be right back. Why did she have such an awful feeling in the pit of her stomach? "Bye," She said as she stood back up and walked to the door with a, now forced, smile on her face.

"Bye," He waved. She walked out and into the hall. She quickly walked to her room and grabbed her coat, since it was already autumn. She walked downstairs and out the front door. She stepped into her carriage, with Lawrence already in it, waiting for her.

She smiled and sat across from him. The ride into town was silent, and she just couldn't shake that feeling of worry...was it because Ciel was so worried? No...he's always like that when she has to go do something on her own. Was it some freaky sixth sense? No. That kind of stuff only happens in stories. She sighs. "Is everything alright, my lady?" Lawrence asked.

She offered him a weak smile. "Yes, everything is quite alright. I just have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, that's all. Nothing to worry about," She said, staring down at her gloved hands. "It's probably nothing. No need to worry yourself, Lawrence."

"Okay," He says, bowing his head slightly.

Shortly after their conversation ended, they arrived at the bottling factory. "Stay here, I can handle this on my own," She said as she stepped out of the carriage. "Though, if I seem to be gone for too long, you can come in."

He hesitates before speaking, but says, "Yes...my lady..." She walks up to the factory and inside.

"Hello?" She calls out. Her voice echoed off the walls and she stopped walking. This is beyond odd. There's no one. Not a soul in sight. She looks around. "Is anyone here?" Suddenly, she sensed someone behind her. The hairs on the back of her neck stand up and her eyes widen in fear. "Wh-who's there?" She asks, her voice shaking.

Then, she felt something hard hit her head, and she fell unconscious.

A Few Hours Later…

"Ciel...I'm sorry..." She whispered. "I broke my promise, and I'm never going to see you again..." She knew he couldn't hear her, but somehow, some way, she wished she could deliver her message. She searched around the small, cramped space for something, anything, she could use to write a simple message. Then she found it. A piece of paper, and a quill, with a small bottle of ink. The guy that brought me here probably thought I'd need this. How thoughtful. With her adjusted vision, she is semi-easily able to write down a note, though more like a letter.

She finished it, and with a shaking hand, she signs her name at the bottom.

The blonde duchess laid there for a moment, waiting to die until she remembered something an old friend had taught her long ago. His voice popped up in her head saying, "Don't let them take you… Go out on your own terms, like me…" Her eyes widened and she quickly (as quickly as she could with her stiff joints, anyway) took the bottle of ink and used her finger to trace out an intricate array consisting of different sigils and a pentagram on the floor next to the note. It was hard to do with what little light she had. Then, with fumbling hands, she unclasped her necklace and set it down in, what she assumed was the center of her pentagram. She then pressed her hands against the edges of it and started mumbling a mantra she had memorized years ago. The ink on the ground glowed dimly and Vivian could feel herself growing fainter and fainter as her soul was being tugged out of her body...

Goodbye...Ciel...

AN: Sorry for the long wait! To make up for it I'll try to upload tomorrow too! xo

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