Hello there llamas! It's been awhile again, but at least I'm updating for ya! I will never abandon a story, not this one or any other one. So you can rest easy knowing that the reason for these late updates is due to procrastination, not abandonment! Enjoy!
Elizabeth Midford
I had spent the next 2 weeks caught up in daydreams of Ciel. The only thing that reminded me that he wasn't just a dream was the gash on my arm. I almost didn't want it to heal for this reason.
'Foolish...' I scolded myself. This cut would most likely leave a scar. There was no reason as to why it shouldn't heal.
There was a rapt knocking on the door of my office. "Enter." I said. The door swung open to reveal a flustered looking Paula.
"Lady Elizabeth..." She panted. Beads of sweat dripped down her forehead, and her face was pale.
"Paula! You're sick!" I gasped, and made my way over to her. "Sit down." I ordered, as I grasped her elbow and lead to to the velvet couch by the bookcases.
"My lady...William...is...gone" Paula whispered. It seemed to take all of her strength to say those few words.
"That can wait! Why ever are you working in such a state as this?!" I demanded.
"It is..." Paula's eyes closed, and her breathing slowed. I quickly felt lay my ear against her chest. Her heartbeat slowed down dramatically.
"Paula..." I trailed off, and pulled my head away from her. She didn't answer. "No... You can't die. What the hell? How did this happen?" I said, shaking Paula's shoulders.
"Answer me Paula! That's an order!" I yelled. Paula opened one eye.
"I'm feeling a bit...under the weather. I need to rest now." Paula closed her eye again.
"No! You can't! Open your eyes Paula!" I demanded.
Again, she did not answer.
"Paula!" I screamed desperately. Paula's eyes remained closed.
"My, My. Whatever is the cause for all of this commotion?" I whirled around to see William standing there.
"Will! Go ring up a doctor! Paula's sick!" I ordered. Will ignored me, and instead stepped into the room.
Suddenly, I remembered...Paula said the Will had been missing. I gulped.
"Will...What are you doing?" I asked in the calmest voice I could muster. Will once again ignored me (Why the hell does everyone ignore me?! Is this some sort of new game?!) and instead he walked over to the glass case holding the sword, and pulled it out slowly.
"If I recall correctly, you threatened Mr. Gavone with this sword, yes?" Will asked. His voice seemed off. It didn't sound like Will at all.
"Yes, I did. I assume that you must've heard everything?" I replied to his question with another question. He chuckled.
"Yes, Will heard everything." Will said. I narrowed my eyes.
"What do you mean, 'Will heard everything.'? You are Will." I said. Will unsheathed the sword, and walked over to me. I moved away from Paula, and started to step backwards. Unfortunately for me, a bookcase was in the way.
"I am not the man you know as Will. I am merely possessing this man's body for a short period of time, since his body is unsuited to a demon's conscience." Will approached closer and closer, until his face was before my own.
"If you're not Will...who are you?" I asked.
The moment the words left my mouth, I regretted to words. Will smiled, and his facial features began to melt like wax, and drip onto the floor in fatty clumps.
"Names have power. Are you sure you would like to know mine?" He asked. His clothes sizzled, and fell off of his body. Instead of seeing a nude body, however, his body parts had seemed to melt into each other like clay. Eventually, his body began to drip onto the floor as well.
I shook my head, and began to move my right hand ever so slowly towards a certain book entitled, "The Great Escape"
As the skin dripped onto the floor, the muscles underneath began to writhe and convulse in impossible ways. I had about seen enough, and decided it was now or never.
I pulled out the book, and suddenly the wall revolved, and I was in a long stone corridor with dim light making its way into the hall through cracks in the wall.
I heard a ferocious and malice filled roar echo from behind the wall. Immediately I took off running. That door should hold him for awhile.
I rounded the corner, and ran into a stone room. On the wall was a sheathed sword, and next to it, a long black cloak. I grabbed both, hurriedly put on the cloak and continued out of the room into a similar hallway as before.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I stood before a wooden door. It had a chain and lock on the handle. I cursed, then realized where the key was. Ever so slowly, I looked up above the door frame. One had to be tall in order to reach the key.
Well, shit.
I unsheathed the sword, and immediately the little hall way light up in a light purple. The sword was engulfed in purple flames.
I yelped, then decided that this was no time to question the strangeness of my mother's old sword. I had to get that key down before-
A roar echoed loudly through the halls. Too late.
I stuck the sword up, and knocked the key down. Catching it in my left hand, I unlocked the door, and got outside. Locking the door again, I sheathed the sword and pulled up the hood of the black cloak.
I needed to get to London. Now.
Immediately I ran across the backyard of the house. I had come out of the dark underground passage to end up in the back of the house.
As I reached the tree line, I heard the roar again only closer. Impostor Will must be at the door.
I quickly ran the shortest route possible through the thick undergrowth. When I was a little girl, I would explore the woods and surrounding fields of our lands. I knew my way through this forest like I knew the back of my hand.
Suddenly, I came out to the end of my territory. I was standing at the edge of the woods. I could see the city from here. It would take at least the rest of the day to get to the edge of London. When I got there, it would be night, and therefore all the more dangerous. It wouldn't be anything that I couldn't handle though. I had this...purple flame sword.
What was up with that? Now that I was out of immediate danger, I began to wonder.
This was my mother's old sword. I remember when I was about 6, my mother showed me the secret passage in Father's study. She told me that if I had ever needed to escape from the room in a hurry, this was the way to go. She told me that there was a cloak for blending in, and a special sword of hers that would be my protection. Shortly after, my mother hired a tutor to teach me how to spar with a sword.
Is that what Mother meant by special? Did Mother know about the strange purple flames?
My thoughts were interrupted, when I ran into someone and fell onto my back.
"Hey-!" I angrily said. I stopped when I saw who it was.
"Well, we just keep running into each other don't we?" Ciel's arrogant voice washed over me.
I looked up at him through my wild hair which was disheveled and bushy due to being tugged on by branches and such.
"What are you doing here?" I asked. His presence calmed me slightly, but not enough. "I need to go." I said, and stood up quickly.
"Whoa there, are you okay Elizabeth?" Ciel asked. I ignored him, and tried to walk away.
"Hey," Ciel grabbed me by my shoulders, "You look like a cornered animal. What's wrong?" He asked.
I pulled away from him. "Since when do you care? You've been gone for the last 12 years. Why would you suddenly give a fuck now?" I snapped.
Ciel's gaze hardened. "You've changed, Elizabeth. You're not the Lizzy that I used to know." I froze when he said my nickname, the name that I always tried to get him to say when I was a kid.
"Times change people, Phantomhive. Life doesn't wait around for people. It beats them down, until they feel no hope or joy. Until they're dead." I replied just as cold. I walked away from Ciel, and continued my journey towards London.
"Would you like a ride to London?" Ciel said. He suddenly appeared at my side. "It would be a shame for your dress to be ruined."
"No thank you." I said curtly, and continued along.
"Elizabeth, " Ciel's exasperation reached my ears. I turned in spite of my better judgement. "Get in the damn carriage." He ordered. I looked up at the smoky black carriage, that had appeared just as suddenly as Ciel.
I rolled my eyes, but I still got into the carriage. The door closed magically, and we were off.
"Elizabeth-" Ciel began.
"Shut up. Just...no. Don't talk to me please." I interrupted. Ciel nodded, and the rest of the trip was spent in silence.
I hope you enjoyed this guys, cause it might be awhile again. Sorry for non-regular updates, that's just how I roll!
Until next time, see ya!