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"Vacation: Terminated." - Flashback.

'Vacation: Terminated.' - Thoughts

"Vacation: Terminated." - Normal.

Warnings: Sebastian Michaelis/Harry Potter (Elijah Phantomhive), Past!Harry Potter/Tom Riddle, Reincarnation, Alternate Universe - Reincarnation, Time Travel, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Magic, Demons, Slow Build, Angst, Mates, Mental Health Issues, grey!Harry, Humor, Family Feels, Harry is a Little Shit, So is death, Possessive Behavior, Drama, LGBTQ Themes, Manipulation, Violence, Supernatural Elements, Sexual Content, Dark, Feels, Family, Flashbacks, Jealousy, Pain, Panic, Past, Romance, some - Freeform, Roughness, Sad, Secrets, Suicide, Suicide Attempts, Trauma, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder PTSD, Mental Instability, Murder, Nightmares, Poison

This chapter is stepping out from the fray of angsty-ness and into the light of Elijah starting his new life!

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Aka, this is a filler chapter. Why? Because I have to sadly announce I won't be updating until sometime in January or February. I have been swamped with family and school stuff. Even though it's the holidays (curse you life)!

HAPPY NEW YEARS AND BELATED CHRISTMAS!

On another note… 21,999 hits, 569 favorites, 801 follows, and 111 reviews…(ಥـْـِـِـِـْಥ) I am near tears. I have never felt so loved.

I hope you will still love me even though this is a filler chapter…

Ah, before I forget, I will be posting some snippets of short stories - nothing related to this story - to try and keep my writers brain flowing. In no way does that mean I'm abandoning this story. Oh no! I have planned too far ahead to leave this story! hells nah.

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Vacation: Terminated

Chapter V

Teething – 'nuff said.

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"'Cause I ain't scared of living

I ain't scared of living

No, I ain't scared of living

'Cause it's all we've got

What are we breathing for if we ain't living

And I don't want your love

I just want to feel like I'm still living

And if there is no God

I'll know the day I die I lived through heaven

And that I gave it hell

And if it hurt, oh, well at least that's living"

Rock and Roll, EDEN

. . .

'I've lived for over a thousand years, forever dying forever living. I've created and destroyed worlds. Enemies have trembled at the mere mention of my name. They've told stories about me over campfires. I've slaughtered, maimed and given life. I will not cry. The manly Elijah Phantomhive cannot cry.'

His gums flared and itched.

Teething had begun.

The nightmare of all nightmares for a baby.

. . .

It seems he weren't the only poor soul who had to go through this morbid stage of life. Edward was currently munching on a cold peach Francis had given him after attempting to get his grubby little hands on anything and everything within reaching distance. One time he had managed to snatch his wrist and began to drool all over him.

Elijah's never been so genuinely disgusted in all his years and promised with all his little heart that if Edward ever claims his body as a chew toy again he'll drop kick his diaper ass straight to hell.

Twitch.

'I am a man and I will not allow this little inconvenience to lower me to the benchmarks of...' Elijah turned a solemn look to his babe compatriot who was gleefully chowing down on his piece of cold fruit. Eyes fluttering in a show of bliss as he released another coo of pleasure. Elijah was honestly bewildered. '…That.'

As his gums continue to flare and itch in pain, Elijah gazed sulkily from the playpen towards his mother. She was eagerly chatting away with his two aunts about some women nonsense (and really, given his age he should easily understand women talk by now).

Red and blond headed wenches. Stealing away his chew toy (his mother, who has the most chewable jewelry in history) when he needs it – her, the most.

Elijah continued to give them the stink eye until the telltale sting burst in his gums. Sensing somebody watching them, Angelina peered over her the rim of her glass. Eyes twinkling at him with either genuine mirth (one peek inside her thoughts and he could tell she had a little crush on his father. It felt like Severus Snape all over again. Now wasn't that a disgusting thought) or glee at him giving her attention under some delusion that if she were with Vincent he would be her son.

Most unpleasant thoughts.

He considers the pros of lowering himself to Edward's method: chew everything in sight, even if it's yourself and you become a salivating chaotic mess.

Elijah casually leans out of the way as his babe companion rolls about, cooing around the peach, and shook his head in exasperation.

What a weirdo.

Never been a fan of drool, and he doesn't see why he should start now. Teething will not drop his standards.

Unlike his loony companion, Elijah's managed to contain his chewing intentions to the bare minimum. This means his own personal chew toys were his parents and Tanaka…

…Ooh~

OH!

Tanaka.

Now there's a thought. Huzzah!

Casually, Elijah moseys his way over to the edge of the playpen, pudgy knees making no sound to garner the adult's attention. With a sharp flick of his head the wooden bars silently bent out of his way, shifting in an open circle large enough to fit his pudgy little body through. About to make his quick getaway, a soft tug at his trousers halted his movement.

That little brat.

Jaded eyes traveled downwards and connected with curious lime-green.

'Let go of me you little maggot.' Elijah glared darkly, gums begging for attention. Like the little fiend he was, Edward comically chewed around his fruit. Cooing with glee.

Mocking him.

'Oh you smug bastard.'

With a speck of wandless magic he 'gently' pushed Edward away, causing the child to rock backwards like an overturned turtle. Limbs flapping in the air as the child cackled in delight. Elijah stared at the odd creature, clearly not the sharpest of prongs, before rearing his attention back to the mission at hand.

Find Tanaka.

Crawling forwards with diminutive speed, the dark-haired tot made his way out of the playpen. Reaching out with his magic, he located the old butler near the kitchens.

Aaah…that's kinda far. He can only crawl so much before his knees begin to hurt.

Time to test out if his skill in apparition is still stable then. No time like the present. And if a little bit of himself gets left behind well…

He'll cross that bridge when he gets there.

There was a familair tugging sensation in his navel and he disappeared from the doorway with a soft crack.

"Did you hear something?" Asked Francis, looking up from the tea she was sipping. To her right Rachel tilted her head, trying to spy what had caught her sister-in-laws attention.

"…No. I don't believe I can hear anything. Angelia?"

The red girl shook her head. Laughing softly, Francis went back to her tea.

She could have sworn she had heard a noise.

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Tanaka issued the slobbering baby in his arms with a very dour look. The little miscreant was thoughtlessly chomping on his lapel pin, cooing and sending him gratifying glances every now and then. It was hard to keep up his stern appearance whenever he saw those big round eyes staring at him as though he had just handed a starving child a piece of cheesecake.

Heaven knows how the tot found his way to the kitchens of all places. It almost gave Tanaka a premature heart attack finding Elijah outside the door, only two meters away from large pointy objects that could cut the child to ribbonsGood Lord somebody get him far far away from them before something happens and Vincent will have his head on a stick! Tanaka moved with the grace and speed of a man one shouldn't possess in the mid fifties and picked Elijah up and started petting him down (read: fussing) for any damage. Luckily there was none.

Seeing that the tot was safe and seemingly possessive about his lapel pin, Tanaka began to wonder why and how Elijah was in the servant's part of the mansion. Wasn't he supposed to be having a play-date with Ed…ward…

Oh dear.

If Elijah's out and about wouldn't it only seem logical for Edward to follow? The blonde babe follows after Elijah like a little duckling.

Oh dear, he thought. "Oh dear." He said.

. . .

In his arms Elijah's munching drew to a halt.

Edward.

He didn't close the hole.

Crap.

. . .

Earl Phantomhive sighed, passing his overcoat and hat to the butler as he rolled into his home. It was a strenuous evening. Always is when he's in the company of his fellow noblemen.

Mind games, blackmailing, debating (yelling), more mind games and more blackmailing…

Vincent sighed again; rubbing his temples in a vain attempt to lessen the headache he had received from listening to grown men yelling at one another like bunch of five year olds. At least he can always count on Diedrich to settle them down, offering food for silence and peace.

He had not missed this line of work. He'd rather stay at home and teach his son how to read and talk than dispute with old men and their cocky little heirs who trailed along and have the gall to talk back to him as though he were their inferior. Normally this type of behavior was expected, not many would peg him as the type to be the boogeyman of the nobles. They expected a horrid-looking man that came out of nightmares, eyes that could root you to the spot with one glance and hands tainted red. Not a handsome young man with kind eyes and soft smile.

Have none of them ever heard the saying, "a wolf in sheep's clothing"?

He was used to this conduct, but after long hours of listening to grown men squabbling about who can do what in who's territory and worrying about his wife's diminutive health, he did not appreciate a nineteen year old boy smugly challenge him in a battle of wit. He was not a frail flower by any means.

Unfortunately his roundabout lifesaver for these regular (too regular for Vincent's liking - was he really that delicate looking?) occurrences was too preoccupied by a freshly baked apricot tart to be of any help whatsoever.

Vincent did not enjoying his evening.

Not one bit.

Running a weary hand through his raven locks, Vincent was more than ready to sit down with Angelina and his son while nursing a nice hot cup of tea. The thought resonated within him and the young earl aimed for the lounge room, eager to relax.

Turning down the hallway Vincent faltered with a look of abhorrence.

"What on God's green earth are you doing Tanaka!"

The old butler jerked from his crouched position in the hallway cupboard. Banging his head with a loud thump, which was quickly followed by a howl of pain.

"Is-is that my son hanging off you?!"

Indeed Vincent could spy Elijah, his tiny, oh so delicate small child clinging off the back of Tanaka's neck like a damned baby koala. Said baby spied him back and released a hand from around the butler's neck - Vincent's heart skipped a beat too many and shortened his life-span by a few years – and waved at him.

"Dada!"

Vincent almost let out a hysterical giggle.

Finally Tanaka extracted himself from his intimate relations with the hallway cupboard and stared at him as though Vincent had walked in on something obscene. Vincent rather hoped he had not and quickly checked his surroundings before mentally hitting himself and straightening his spine.

The young earl spread his arms out with a fierce expression, which would have made any lesser man tremble in fear if it weren't for the grabby motions he was making with his hands.

Looking like a petulant child asking for his toy.

"Sir." Said Tanaka guiltily, peeling the child off of him like a lid to a can of sardines and passing him over to his father.

Vincent hugged Elijah against him, patting his hair and glowering at the butler.

"Explain."

He did, and it left Vincent sweating silently.

"Ah, oh - heh…Oh dear."

"My thoughts exactly, sir."

Vincent coughed, suddenly short of breath and asked desperately. "And…my wife, sister-in-law and sister haven't noticed anything?"

Tanaka rightly empathized with his master's plight. "Thankfully not sir, or I daresay we'd have a riot on our hands."

"Nothing at all?" He pressed.

"No, sir."

"Nothing? At all?" Vincent didn't know whether to consider it a blessing or curse that his wife hasn't noticed their son and his partner-in-crime missing.

Given the circumstances, he considered it a blessing.

"It seems they're more interested in Miss. Angelina's abrupt decision to become a Doctor than anything else."

There was silence, except for the subtle sounds of someone munching. (Somehow Elijah had pinched the pin with him during the exchange. Tanaka made a mental note to sterilize it after today. Thoroughly.)

"Huh." Said Vincent, blinking slowly. "Good for her."

"I thought so too, sir." Tanaka beamed, unsightly for the mess they were currently in.

Vincent pulled himself together.

"Right, get the staff searching for Edward immediately and do it discretely. I don't want the girls to find out."

"Understood, sir. But, sir, may I ask how you plan to smuggle the Young Master back into the playpen?"

Vincent blinked and looked towards the heavens. "Oh dear."

. . .

Vincent was both amused and annoyed at the sight of his entire staff searching frantically for an awol baby. They resembled mice sniffing for cheese.

With no results.

Honestly, how one baby could possibly evade this many people seemed to be beyond him. Clicking his tongue, he peered down and stared into his son's green orbs.

"You don't happen to know where your cousin is do you?"

His response was a flat look.

"Thought not."

"Found 'im!" A maid cried as she scuttled towards Vincent, holding a befuddled Edward up in the air like some grand prize that everyone should see and envy.

"Shh!"

The maid looked chagrined and smiled sheepishly as she tucked Edward under her arm in a way that made everyone in the room twitch nervously. "Ah, shit sorry. Forgot we are supposed ta be quie'. Ahem. This lil' tyke," she shook the babe in the air. Oblivious to how Vincent and the rest reeled forward in alarm, "was in the lollie basket for the Christmas party tomorrow. I would have mistaken him for a children's toy if I hadn't slipped on his trail of fuckin' drool. Oh, Martha!" The woman lolled her head towards a startled fellow maid. "Ya have ta clean that shit up before there's an accident. Almost broke my hipbone. Never would ave thought drool could be so dangerous if I hadn't experienced it firsthand."

Vincent issued the profane maid a dry look. Absently thanking Tanaka for covering Elijah's ears with his gloved hands.

"Thank you, Miss…"

"Cartwell." She chirped. Oblivious to the staff staring at her as though she had grown a second head.

"Cartwell." Vincent smiled charmingly, feeling the muscles in his face strain for the effort. "Thank you, Miss Cartwell for finding Edward. I'd appreciate it if you would kindly hand him over to Tanaka here."

"Sir." She nodded, thrusting the baby outward, once again rendering the staff and himself terrified of Edwards' untimely demise.

Tanaka dutily took the baby heir, breathing a silent sigh of relief and glaring at the maid.

Who was undoubtedly oblivious.

When Vincent let the staff get back to their original tasks for the manor he could faintly hear Miss Cartwell talking to a random gardener.

"Well I dunno about you but I'm beat. Man I was almost shitting myself when I found out the little tyke was set loose. You know I may not look'it but I love kids…"

Vincent turned towards a dumbstruck Tanaka. Staring.

"Who hired her?"

"Haven't the faintest, sir."

. . .

When they smuggled the two babies back in the playpen, the three women didn't notice a thing.

Instead of tea like Vincent had planned to drink, he decided to nurse a cup of scotch.

Tanaka never did get his lapel pin back.

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