Amelia d'Assy : cousin of Ciel Phantomhive (Black Butler fanfiction)

Chapter 2 : Amelia d'Assy [Rewrittened]

"Oh, you are there finally. I was waiting for you." Said a voice from the darkness.

Her turquoise and golden eyes shone in the darkness. She was sat on a cherry wood chair. Only a small candle was enlightening the room.

"Now that you know the story of Charlotte née Phantomhive now d'Assy. Let me tell you another story..."

At that a dozen new candles light up at once. A wind rose and made the flames shiver.

"The story of Amelia d'Assy, daughter of Charlotte née Phantomhive and cousin of Ciel Phantomhive, the one who made a deal with a devil and not any. A dangerous and vicious one."

As she said this, she looked at us with a dangerous expression. We could only sit and listen once more to her story.

"I will tell her adventures, the part that I know at least. Listen to this tale very carefully."

....

1890 London Bridge, afternoon

"Let me fall, Amelia. It is the end for me..." said Albert James Moriarty with a sad and sorry expression for once.

"No, I am sorry, I thought that I could look at this and walk away. Although I cannot let you take it all." Confessed the mixed English lady. Her beautiful dark red dress was soaked by dirt and her hat flew in the wind.

"If you desire to take all the blame, just let me take it with you." Said the lady with her black silky hair was let loose and she let gravity do its work. She fell beside him.

"NOO!" Screamed Sherlock Holmes jumping in the Tamise alongside the two of them.

Amelia had long chosen her path. Whatever happened to her didn't matter in the end, her loved ones were safe. Ciel was safe, Lizzy was safe, Lin was safe, Moran was safe, Irene was safe, John was safe, Mycroft was safe, the P4 was safe, Inspector Lestrade was safe, Molly was safe, her family was safe. They will be sad but they will get over it.

As she fell in the water instead of dying like she had expected it alongside Sherlock Holmes and Albert James Moriarty, her soulmates, a tourbillon of golden sparks wrapped around her and her eyes widened not expecting this. For the first time, Amelia d'Assy hadn't predicted this outcome.

....

"Am I going too fast?" Asked the mysterious voice smirking. "Yes, indeed, you don't understand a thing, do you?"

A violent wind rose, making her talisman of good luck create a delicate noise.

"OK, I am sorry, then let's start with the beginning. The part that you know the most or you think that you know. The appearances can be deceptive, there is usually more than meet the eyes. A rose has many thorns, be careful." At that all the candles went out, only the first one remained.

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Salon of Lady Bagshaw, afternoon

"Have you heard about the return of the Moriarty County in the good society?" demanded Charlotte Spencer, Countess Spencer.

"Oh, yes. It has been eight years since that tragic fire incident, no?" said a beautiful black hair lady. Her blue eyes were shining at the moment. She put down her tea cup. "The oldest Moriarty inherited the title three years ago, Albert James Moriarty."

"I have seen the second eldest son at a charity gala. His family has moved to Durham, the old abandoned viscounty of Durham near the University of Durham." Answered another young lady.

Amelia gave them a radiant smile. It made all of those present immediately captivated with her every move.

"If you will excuse me, I need to pay a visit to my cousin." Declared the lady, departing with her maid. She was a Chinese woman with a delicate porcelain skin. The domestic bowed lightly before following her mistress.