Ugh, so, this is going to be a few chapters long, dealing with most of the characters about eighteen years in the future. This story is greatly influenced by the play we're reading in English, or will be in the future. Right now there's nothing in common with it... I think.

Oh, NOTE: GAY, in this story MEANS HAPPY. Not gay as in homosexual. If you already knew that, I love you, if you didn't, go learn the real meanings of all the "bad words."

Elizabeth greeted Ciel with a fake smile, as she had many reunions before. He was always coming and going on business. It secretly aggravated her to no end. But tonight, tonight, she was greeted with the biggest, happiest smile she had ever seen grace Ciel's lips, even before his parents had been killed. It shocked her so much so that all she could do was stand there and stare, dumbstruck. Nicholas was dumbstruck as well, he stood for the longest time before he registered in his mind that his father was giving him the first of the newest brand of toys his company was producing.

When Ciel approached Elizabeth, he kissed her, full on the lips, and pressed a small box into her hand. She looked at him, puzzled.

"A present," he said gaily. Gaily? Ciel had never been gay, ever, during his entire life. "I love you," he said, and a blush came to Elizabeth's cheeks. A color that had not graced her beautiful face since before she'd married. I love you. I love you. He hadn't said those three words in that order since Elizabeth gave birth. Ciel smiled at her reaction, then glanced at Sebastian, as his look darkened. The action passed over Elizabeth's head, as she was too preoccupied with Ciel, and the beautiful necklace he had given her, but Sebastian's smile became malicious, more of a smirk than a smile, and his eyes flashed blood red.

"Have you eaten?" Ciel asked, leading Elizabeth out of the grand hall, placing an arm around her waist.

"Yes. We did not expect you till tomorrow, as your ship was delayed," Elizabeth said, timidly.

"That's okay, that's okay," Ciel said with a flourish. "Nicholas, my boy, it's getting late, you should go to bed." Elizabeth raised an eyebrow, as Ciel led her to his chambers. Did he mean to do what she thought he did? Would this be as wonderful as she predicted?

When Elizabeth woke the next morning, it was not to the gentle voice of Ciel, as she thought. She awoke to Maylene, a trusted servant, and only other woman in the house at that point, as her maid was away. Maylene was shrieking, and bawling. Elizabeth covered herself, and looked worriedly at her.

"Ex-Excuse me, Mi-Miss," she said through sobs. "B-But you must c-come qu-quickly. Ma-Master C-Ciel, he-he-" Maylene stammered, grabbing a robe for her to wear. Elizabeth jumped out of bed, ignoring modesty, and tossed the robe on, tying the sash as she ran after Maylene, face grave and hopeful.

"You may want to brace yourself, Miss," Maylene said, standing in front of Ciel's office door. Elizabeth pushed Maylene aside, and threw the door open. Ciel sat in his chair, eyes closed, and unmoving as Finny and Bard stood over him, faces grave. Sebastian was nowhere to be found. Elizabeth need not be told what was wrong. Bard looked up at her horrified face, and sighed.

"He's dead," Bard said, as Elizabeth's eyes welled with tears. She shot a hand out for something to support her, as her head began to spin and her breath caught in her throat. She found Maylene's reassuring arms as she lost consciousness.

When she came to, the Undertaker stood over her, sporting his famous creepy smile. Elizabeth screamed. She had never met the Undertaker before, and no matter how you looked at him, he was scary.

"Miss Elizabeth!" Maylene cried, running over to the two.

"Who is this? Why is he here? Where is my hus-" Elizabeth stopped, as her eyes betrayed her, and tears ran down her cheeks. "Ciel," she gasped, covering her face, as to not let anyone see her tears.

"Mother," Elizabeth looked up, directly into Nicholas's eyes. That's right, she had to be strong. Be strong for her son. But Nicholas stood before her, a boy of ten years, and not a tear in his eye. Her poor child, he had to deal with the loss of his father at such a young age. Now what would become of them? Without Ciel, who would run the Funtom Company? Nicholas was only ten years old! Him running the company was out of the question! And Elizabeth had no mind for business. If she ran it, they would go bankrupt in a year!

"Lady Phantomhive, they call me the Undertaker. I knew your husband in life," the creepy, silver-haired man said, smiling maliciously.

"You knew my husband?"

"Yes, he came to me many a time to help with his watch dog." Elizabeth knew he didn't mean Pluto, the monstrously large dog they kept out back. "I'm here to take care of his body," he said, an uncomforting smile on his lips. Elizabeth blanched at his comment. She glanced back at Nicholas, who was staring unemotionally at a spot on the wall, and her heart ached.

"There's another thing, Miss Elizabeth, Sebastian is gone," Maylene said softly. "At first we thought that perhaps, he, well, perhaps he killed Master Ciel, but it doesn't look that way. He just up and left." Sebastian was completely gone? How would they manage without Sebastian? Elizabeth loved the servants to bits, but there was no way they would be able to run the house by themselves. And Tanaka had died years ago! They had always had Sebastian. The very thought of him gone was- was- unthinkable!

"Did you know about the will?" the Undertaker asked, taking Elizabeth from her musings.

"What?" Elizabeth had no knowledge of any will, they were just thirty years of age, after all.

"It was on his desk, signed and dated for yesterday. It leaves everything to you and your son, on the premise that you let Nicholas Phantomhive run the company."

So yes, Ciel was acting strange, is dead and Sebastian is gone. Any guesses to what happened? It's quiet obvious, really. You get infinity points and an instant author's watch and favourite if you can guess what will become of Elizabeth in the future. But I hope it's not that obvious.