Author's Note: I meant to get this up the night before last, but eeeehhhh... I started the second chapter of my other thingy and then I watched a movie with my daddy afterwords. I started this yesterday, though, before I got a migraine that made me stop, but I forgot to save most of what I'd typed. -.-

Eh, anyway, chapter five is here, and Lizzy will TCOB. Or at least try to.

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"That's...th-the mark of...a demon..."

The young Lady was too shocked to have anything else to say, but even if there was more she wanted to say, she couldn't—she melted into a mess of whimpers and tears, her body shaking and jolting with each spasm that her sobbing caused.

Ciel sighed and gently petted his fiancee's hair. "Yes, it most certainly is. Sebastian acts as my loyal servant until I track down and exact revenge on everyone who humiliated me, and once that's been done, he will take my soul in return."

The grip Elizabeth had on Ciel's clothes tightened as she balled her hands into fists. She sniffled and looked up at Ciel, hoping she would be able to manage to speak. "C-Ciel, I need y-you to do something for me..."

"What is it?"

"I...I want to have Sebastian for an hour... That's an order you can make, isn't it?"

"I can make any order I choose, but why the devil would you want to own Sebastian?"

Elizabeth hesitated before she responded. How was she supposed to say something like "I'm going to try to give him what he deserves" without, well, saying that? She had to keep her docile, innocent image. If she even implied what her intentions were, she would shatter that image. Still, what kind of friend would even lie after this, let alone a fiancee? "Your soul is supposed to be mine, Ciel, just like my soul is yours. No one—not a demon, an angel, or even God or Satan—is allowed to change that without my permission, and I will never give that privilege to anyone."

She received no response. She decided that it would be best to leave matters alone, at least for the time being, so she remained quiet as well. However, the slightly uncomfortable silence was soon broken by a loud shout from Ciel. "SEBASTIAN!"

Within seconds, the bedroom door opened and the butler was standing in the doorway. "You called, my Lord?"

"Sebastian, I have an important order for you—for the next hour, you will serve Elizabeth precisely as you serve me. You will not talk back, you will not question orders, and you will not even attempt to refuse orders. Am I making myself clear?"

The butler hardly seemed pleased and looked as if he wanted to make some kind of effort to reject, but he made no such move. He placed a gloved hand over the left side of his chest—not "over his heart," because neither Ciel nor Elizabeth were quite sure if he even possessed such—and bowed. "Of course, my Lord."

Without a moment's hesitation, Elizabeth stood up, kissed Ciel's cheek, and exited the room. "Sebastian, I need you to fetch me a knife or two from the kitchen and bring them to the washroom closest to here. And please note that when I say 'knife,' I don't mean a butter knife."

No doubt could be had that Elizabeth was indeed a proper lady. She was polite, kind, patient, maintained perfect posture, had a perfect doll-like appearance. But there were buttons no one should even consider pushing, and one of those buttons had been slammed down repeatedly by the knowledge that there was a demon who believed he could have the soul of the one she was meant to marry. There was a lot a sweet personality, dainty appearance, and elegant attire could mask, and with Elizabeth, it was now concealing a merciless persecutor.

It didn't take long for Sebastian to return with the items that were requested, and as soon as he did, Elizabeth snatched them away and kicked the door closed. It hardly mattered that he was a demon, did it? In a human body like that,—

"Surely you can still feel pain, can't you?" Elizabeth questioned, tightening her grip on the handles of the knives.

Though the answer was tentative, the young Lady fortunately didn't have to doubt the truthfulness at all, and on top of that, his answer was satisfying: "While I could never be killed by those knives, I most certainly am able to feel pain."

"That should make this more satisfying. I order you to refrain from dodging." Her soft features hardened into a scowl as she forced him against the wall with a loud thud and plunged both knives into his shoulders, causing blood to darken Sebastian's already-black attire.

He, of course, did nothing to stop Elizabeth's actions, and remained still as she continued to inflict wound after wound. There were gashes all over him—on his arms, chest, and abdomen. Blood formed a large pool on the floor, made a few small spatters on the walls, covered the knives, it stained the butler's clothes, dripped down the Lady's arms.

"Ciel is mine," she hissed, making another stab between each of her words. "You can't have him." At the last word, she plunged one of the knives into Sebastian's throat and the other into his head.

She pulled the towel off the bar it was folded over and hanging on, cleaned her hands off with it, tossed it on a clean part of the floor, and wiped the bottoms of her shoes off on it. "I have one more order—clean this up quickly and don't allow anyone to ever find out about it."

Elizabeth left the room, closing it on her way out. What had she just done? She wasn't a sadistic or violent person, and anger wasn't an emotion that sat well with her. Somehow, she had just...snapped. The fact that Sebastian was a demon hardly mattered to her in this respect—she still felt awful about what she had done. It wasn't really in self-defense, and the whole Ciel's-soul-was-going-to-be-his thing had been a decision that Ciel had made. What did that make her, then? In one sense or another, perhaps just as bad or even worse than the demon himself?

When she entered Ciel's bedroom, her usually-bright emerald eyes were dull and seemed almost lifeless. She had even dropped the perfect posture she always made sure to have, almost as if she had somehow forgotten or completely stopped caring about how important she had been taught it was—because she most certainly had stopped caring.

"E-Elizabeth?" Ciel murmured, sounding both confused and concerned.

The young Lady didn't reply. She just walked over to Ciel's bed, collapsing once she got there.

"Lizzy!"

Still, he received no response.

"Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford!" He was nearly shouting now out of panic—this was not how Elizabeth behaved. He pushed her over onto her back and stood over her, one of his hands next to either side of her head. "A husband has more authority than his wife, so you will look at me and you will tell me what's wrong with you!"

For the umpteenth time that day, Elizabeth began to tear up. "Oh...oh, Ciel, I'm utterly horrid."

Ciel sat back down on the bed, pulled Elizabeth into a sitting position, and hugged her comfortingly. "Everything's all right. I obviously can't help you the way I should if I don't know what happened."

"I..." She trailed off after that, not knowing how to say what she had just done. So she just sat there against Ciel, bawling her eyes out.


Author's Note: Well DANG. That took the most unexpected f-ing turn ever, didn't it? And it'll all be wrapped up next chapter! But while I'll be done with this, I'll still be writing more Ciel/Elizabeth, because it's my forever-OTP for Kuroshitsuji. (But I do run out of ideas, so I'm always open for other people to give me plot ideas.)

I also think I wanna write a lemon...yes...OTP lemons are perf.

I'm also considering trying my hand at a Soul Eater fanfic in case anyone is interested in that.