Note: Here comes the bride. Here comes the bride... *sings* Here's a super long Ciel x Lizzie chapter, and I bet everyone can guess what it is! There's some SERIOUSLY major foreshadowing in this chapter, so if anyone can find it then please let me know! I'm technically posting early, but I figured I might as well get it over with while I can, so I have one less excuse to procrastinate on my homework tomorrow ^^; School sucks, guys. If you're finished with it then good for you. If you aren't in it yet then you probably shouldn't be reading this. So, here it is, chapter eleven...

The week passed more quickly than it felt like it should have, and before Ciel knew it the morning of the wedding was there. Elizabeth had pulled through with her white tuxedo idea, and Ciel felt stiff as a board as he stood at the altar and waited for her. He tried hard to look anywhere he could that wasn't Sebastian, but anywhere else was covered with the blood red roses, which, in turn, brought Ciel back in a full loop. His chest ached at even just the thought of the demon.

At least on the "honeymoon" (a four day visit to London) he wouldn't have to see him.

The deep groan of the organ silenced any chatter that there had been, and the familiar wedding march began. Ciel waited impatiently as Elizabeth slowly made her way through the garden to the little gazebo at which he waited, escorted by her father. Ahead of her, however, were her brother and his wife and her mother. At the very front Edward's daughter was scattering rose petals, leading the way toward Ciel. In less than an hour that girl would be his niece.

He shifted uneasily, but hopefully subtly enough that no one noticed. There was a dull stinging in his right eye, and he glanced at Sebastian, who looked positively poisonous, his crimson eyes no longer a source of warmth but cold as stone.

Ciel forced himself to look back at Elizabeth.

In a matter of seconds she stood before him. He couldn't deny she looked absolutely gorgeous. The pale color of the orange blossoms offset the gold of her hair nicely, and the red roses in her bouquet complimented the green of her eyes. Her hair and skin were as flawless as ever, and her dress looked far more expensive than Ciel would have guessed for the price, adorned in flowers made of lace and beads with long fitted sleeves that reached to her wrists.

Ciel offered his hands, in which she placed hers timidly. They were shaking terribly, and he squeezed them softly as a sign of comfort, wondering if his were worse.

The preacher cleared his throat, and Ciel dared to glance from Elizabeth to see him. "We are gathered here today in this company to join Ciel Phantomhive and Elizabeth Midford in holy matrimony, which is an honorable and solemn estate and therefore is to be entered into reverently and soberly. Into this estate these two persons present come now to be joined. If anyone can show just cause why they may not be lawfully joined together, let them speak now or forever hold their peace."

There was a moment of silence, and the stinging in Ciel's eye worsened. He wanted to reach up and rub it away, but couldn't.

"Ciel?" Elizabeth's voice was faint, and he blinked. She nodded her head toward the preacher.

"I'm sorry… Excuse me?" he said quietly. Someone laughed faintly in the audience; it was no doubt Sebastian.

"Do you, Ciel Phantomhive, take Elizabeth for your lawful wedded wife, to live in the holy estate of matrimony? Will you love, honor, comfort, and cherish her from this day forward, forsaking all others, keeping only unto her for as long as you both shall live?"

It was a good thing Ciel had no scruples when it came to lying. "I do." The pain in his eye was nearly unbearable.

"Elizabeth Midford, do you take Ciel for your lawful wedded husband, to live in the holy estate of matrimony? Will you love, honor, comfort, and cherish him from this day forward, forsaking all others, keeping only unto him for as long as you both shall live?"

She had a strange look on her face, and Ciel couldn't decide what it was. "I do."

"Repeat after me," the preacher said, "I, Ciel Phantomhive, take thee Elizabeth Midford to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, honor, and cherish, 'til death do us part, and thereto I plight thee my troth."

Ciel wasn't sure he could do it. He stared across at Elizabeth in a moment of silence before he spoke, "I, Ciel, take thee Lizzie to be my wedded wife…" He choked on the words, but quickly recovered. "…to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse… richer or poorer… in sickness and in health… to love, honor, and cherish, 'til death do us part, and thereto…" He paused, swallowing his fears and trying to relax himself. "…and thereto I plight thee my troth."

Elizabeth repeated it herself, then, though obviously much more practiced. However, she tacked a few things onto the end, surprising Ciel.

"I understand that I may not always be the perfect, cute wife you wished for, Ciel, but I do vow to thee that I will stay true to my promise and never leave your side. I will be there for you… er, thee, until the end… and thereto I plight thee my troth."

Ciel was shocked to say the least. He hadn't expected that whatsoever.

The preacher turned to Edward. "The ring?"

Edward stiffly offered Ciel the ring, and, with shaking fingers, he accepted it.

The preacher cleared his throat. "May this ring be blessed so he who gives it and she who wears it may abide in peace, and continue in love until life's end."

Ciel took Lizzie's left hand in his own. He had to think to remember his lines, which he had practiced with Sebastian a few times. "With this ring thee I wed. Wear it…" He dropped off. His eye was burning terribly, but he had to go through with this. "Wear it as a symbol… of our love and commitment." He slipped the ring onto her finger, but it was hard as he wasn't used to wearing gloves and his hands were shaking awfully.

That done, Elizabeth repeated the act, but after she'd placed the ring on Ciel's finger she brought his hand to her mouth and kissed it lightly. Ciel could feel his face getting hot, burning as badly as his eye.

"May this couple be prepared to continue to give, be able to forgive and experience more and more joy with each passing day, with each passing year. Ciel and Elizabeth are now beginning their married life together; we hope that they may have loving assistance from their family, the constant support of friends, and a long life with good health and everlasting love. In so much as Ciel and Elizabeth have consented to live forever together in wedlock, and have witnessed the same before this company, having given and pledged their troth, each to the other, and having declared same by the giving and receiving of a ring, I pronounce that they are husband and wife." He bowed slightly. "You may kiss the bride."

Ciel had expected a very quick, civil kiss; a simple peck. However, Elizabeth had other plans. Almost before the preacher had finished his speech she was leaning down over Ciel, her lips pressed against his hotly and her hands holding his face.

Ciel wouldn't have reacted if half of London hadn't been watching, but, since it was, he placed his hands softly on her waist and kissed her back. He knew that the voice of the preacher and the cheers of the audience were supposed to fade to background in this moment, because nothing else was supposed to matter except for the person you held. This wasn't true for him, however. When he drew back Elizabeth kept a tight grip on his hand.

"I present Mr. and Mrs. Phantomhive." Another bow from the preacher, and Ciel and Elizabeth stepped down from the podium. Ciel felt a bit uneasy in the crowd of guests knowing that Sebastian wasn't beside him, as he always was, and the pain in his eye was becoming a persistent aching rather than a subtle sting. His head was spinning, leaving him with the terrible illusion of dizziness.

It didn't last long, however. The second Sebastian's hand touched his shoulder it faded. "Are you alright, my lord?" he asked softly.

Ciel shook his head. "I think I may be sick."

Sebastian frowned. "You can speak with the guests at the reception. Come along."

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Sebastian had pulled Ciel away not to the house but into the woodsy outskirts of the garden. His only words were "Don't dirty your clothes."

Ciel ignored him, immediately collapsing to his knees in a coughing mess. He's yanked off his eye patch and was determinedly trying to rub away the pain.

"My lord…?"

"What's happening?" Ciel choked. "Why… What's wrong…?"

Sebastian knelt down beside him, pulling his face up to examine the greenish hue of his skin and his bloodshot eyes. The contract seal was glowing dully. "A wedding is a holy event. It seems that the vows had a negative effect."

"What… what's that supposed to mean?"

"You have just attempted to give yourself away by holy means. It goes against the contract, and you are being punished."

"Make it stop! I have to go back and attend to the guests… And Elizabeth! She's going to be upset that I left her."

Sebastian smirked. "I'm afraid I cannot do that, my lord. The contract works on its own as to not give one of us or the other more power." His eyes flashed. "You may think you're in charge, Ciel Phantomhive, but you are my possession. Don't let my following your orders confuse you."

That was the first time he'd ever heard Sebastian speak his name aloud, and he couldn't deny how much he loved the sound of it. If the situation had been different he would have melted into Sebastian's arms, but now it just made him feel even more terrible. "I can't go out like this," he said.

Another soft laugh and Sebastian was pulling Ciel to his feet, leading him back out toward the manor where the guests had all swarmed to. Ciel leaned on Sebastian heavily.

"Sebastian… what would happen if you contracted a demon while married under the church?"

Sebastian tilted his head slightly. "The vows made when contracting a demon are far stronger than those of a wedding, my lord. The demonic contract overwrites the holy vows. It technically cancels the marriage.

Ciel frowned. "Does that mean that – technically – Elizabeth and I are not actually married?"

"Precisely. The contract prevents and severs any holy or supernatural bonds other than the one it creates."

Elizabeth was waiting for Ciel near the organ, Edward's wife at her side.

"Where did you go?" she demanded. Thankfully, she didn't sound angry. "I don't even… Why did you disappear so quickly like that?"

"I'm sorry," Ciel said. "I'm not feeling very well. I tried my hardest to last but I just couldn't."

"Oh… you poor thing!" Elizabeth gathered him into his arms. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"

"I… I think it was just nerves."

"Well, don't worry. Relax. The hard part is over." She kissed him lightly on the forehead. Edward's wife shifted uncomfortably. "I think I shall be leaving you two alone, for the moment."

"That would be wonderful. I'd love to speak with Ciel quickly…" Elizabeth's eyes wandered to Sebastian. "We'll be in in a moment," she said.

"My lady, I'm not sure it's proper to leave you alone-"

"We are wedded now, aren't we? It's fine."

Sebastian didn't look pleased, but did leave nonetheless. As soon as he was gone Lizzie pulled Ciel back into the hug. He could only think of how different it was from Sebastian's embrace.

He closed his eyes and leaned into her, taking the moment to try and dismiss the nausea. He could endure the aching pain in his eye, but the dizziness was too much. It would be bad if he were to vomit during the party.

"Let's go in," he suggested once the sick feeling had somewhat faded. "We'll be away from everyone soon, so why spend the party out here?"

Lizzie smiled. "You're right." She really was beautiful.

Without letting go of Ciel's hand she led them back to the manor.

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Throughout the duration party the ill feeling faded. Ciel and Lizzie never once left each other's side. Ciel caught only glimpses of Sebastian. The demon looked terribly annoyed; he obviously had no interest in this affair.

Ciel danced and chatted for hours, then eventually cut the cake (which, he thought sourly, Sebastian had been up all night baking), and immediately when that was over Sebastian pulled him away from Lizzie, saying that it was time to change into their traveling costumes. Ciel reluctantly allowed Sebastian to change him and was immediately sent back to Lizzie. Sebastian disappeared again after that.

He and Lizzie were placed at the top of the stairs, and, arms intertwined, marched down into the foyer together. Everyone was throwing rice and flower petals and it was overall a very happy moment, and Ciel even managed to smile. He was surprised, though, when he found that Sebastian wasn't in the crowds. He wanted to search harder, seeing as this would be the last time he saw the demon for the next four days, but pressed it from his mind, continuing with Lizzie out the door. The carriage waited for them outside. It was different from the one he usually used, instead of dull browns and blacks it was white and gold, like something out of a fairy tale. On the back was a pair of shoes – ballet slippers, Ciel noticed, that Elizabeth used to dance in. They must've been nearly ten years old, now. To finish the look there were two white horses right at the front. The driver stuck out against it all terribly, however. Though he'd been changed from his usual black attire to white, the darkness of his hair and the crimson of his eyes offset the whole setup terribly.

Ciel's sick feeling returned abruptly. How had he not seen this coming?

It seemed like he was the only one unaware of this, so he pretended not to notice and helped Elizabeth into the carriage. They waved out the window as Sebastian snapped the reins and they were pulled away.

Notes: *coughcough*moron*cough*ofcoursesebastianisthere*cough*

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