**Request from Pearl-Posts. Hope you enjoy!

Get out your guns, battle's begun.
Are you a saint or a sinner?
If love's a fight then I shall die
With my heart on a trigger.

"Angel With A Shotgun" The Cab

Sebastian was serving dinner when he heard the snapping of a twig outside. He sat the tray of food he carried down on the table and moved silently to the nearest window, putting a finger up to silent his young master when he started to ask what was wrong.

"We have company," he said softly, peering through the drapes, "And not the company you were expecting, My Lord."

Ciel frowned, "Lizzie should have been here by now. I do hope our guests didn't cross paths with them on the road..."

Sebastian hoped the same thing, though he did not have a good feeling about it.

"Once we have taken care of the problem here, I shall go search for Lady Elizabeth," Sebastian told Ciel, before ordering the rest of the staff to take their positions.

As servants the rest of the Phantomhive staff were hopeless, but as protectors, Sebastian could not ask for anyone better or more dedicated. Sebastian did not stray from his master's side, ready to fight anyone who may slip past the first line of defense.

"Ciel Phantomhive! We have your betrothed. Come out willingly and no harm shall come to her!" a male voice shouted from outside.

Ciel paled. While Sebastian was certain his master harbored no romantic feelings for her, he knew the two had been friends since they were small children, and that he would give himself willingly to assure her safety.

"My Lord, you could be walking into a trap," Sebastian worried.

Ciel laughed, "Not likely, you forget Sebastian, you are one hell of a butler."

Ciel walked out the front door of the manor, followed closely by his butler. Sebastian could see Lizzie's limp form in the arms of one of the men standing at the foot of the stairs. He reached out and grabbed his young master's arm, stopping him from his approach.

"Unhand me, Sebastian. I will not let her suffer for me."

"It is too late, my Lord. Her soul is not present here."

"No..."

"Come closer, Earl Phantomhive," the man chided, "Come and we will release her to your butler."

"Sebastian, destroy them. That is an order."

Sebastian would have brought the men to their end without the order. The hurt in his young master's eyes had assured their death.

The battle was short lived as the adversary's number had been mostly depleted by the servants already. Sebastian's skills on a normal day brought quick death to any opponent, but the rage that currently consumed him left no hope for the pathetic human lives before him. He worked carefully to shield Lady Elizabeth's body from being damaged more than it already was.

He carefully moved her body and lay it on the manor's steps.

"I am sorry, my Lord."

Ciel's eyes were distant as he knelt next to her body.

"You were the only one I had left," he said quietly.

"Not Lady Elizabeth!" Mey-Rin cried from her spot at the front door.

Sebastian turned his head to see the Phantomhive servants standing in the doorway of the manor. Baldroy's expression was solemn, while both Finnian and Mey-Rin had tears in their eyes.

"I'll phone the yard, report her death," Ciel said, rising to his feet.

"Tanaka's already handling that," Baldroy told him.

Ciel nodded, "Thank him for me."

Once the officer's had gone, Sebastian went about getting Ciel ready for bed. He lay his dressing gown out for him to change in to and went and made him a cup of tea to relax him. Once Ciel was settled into bed, Sebastian lay beside him.

"Try to sleep, the next few days will be long and difficult. You will need your rest."

"I don't need a babysitter. You can do whatever it is you do once we've all retired for the night."

"What kind of butler would I be if I left you alone after today's events?" he chastised lightly, "Besides, even if I did go about my duties, I'd find myself checking on you every few minutes. There are still people that care about you, Ciel. I am one of them."

They say before you start a war,
You better know what you're fighting for.
Well, baby, you are all that I adore.
If love is what you need, a soldier I will be.

**Don't hate me! I know there are lots of other routes I could have taken with these lyrics that didn't involve killing Lizzie, but this is where my muse was dragging me and I felt it would have the most impact.