The Earl of Phantomhive (DemonCielXLizzy fic)

Chapter Eight

A Brewing Storm

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There was a storm brewing around the manor, both inside and out. The sky was black and the wind howled like that of a banshee. The young master Phantomhive was in his chambers preparing for his journey north, while his young wife appeared to be occupied with other matters.

Elizabeth sat quietly in the library held deep inside the manor walls. She flipped through book after book but what she was looking for just wasn't there. The Book of Phantomhive was no where to be seen and everyone had one, or so she thought. 

Her family even had what was called Midford Through the Years, and she had heard Phantomhive had one as well.. they had to. Every family with worthy lineage possessed at least one book of records...or so one would think. 

She searched until her eyes crossed and her shoulders ached, what she was seeking wasn't there. She sighed and headed out of the library and down the hallway. Her heels clicked along side her annoyed pace. She had to find that book! She was certain it would help her..

Help her find what she as missing, even if that what was actually a who. 

You may ask, what could she possibly find inside a book of records on nothing but the Phantomhive name? Well she didn't know the answer to that either. To be completely honest she was only guessing, but something told her that was where she needed to start looking for answers. 

Answers to question she wished she could ask Ciel. But these questions.. where they just the ramblings of a mad woman? Ciel would have her locked away..

However she was certain there was something going on that she was totally clueless to, for whatever reason. The flash backs of fires and eye-patches as well as the odd talk she had heard clearly coming from beneath the stairwell.. and from Bard. Bard wouldn't ramble on about useless things like vampires and folklore like that.. that was crazy talk and he was a soldier for goodness sake!

But what was she to do? What was she to think? These flashes of memories were becoming more vivid and surreal by the day, she couldn't tell Ciel that! Could she? She was certain he had already noticed her unusual behavior in the past couple of weeks... and she couldn't even apologize or make an excuse because none were rational or good enough.

Elizabeth ventured out into the courtyard to be alone. She found herself beneath a small shady tree. The wind was chilly and she had almost wished she had brought a jacket of some sort. But perhaps she deserved the unforgiving chill of the cold atmosphere. Maybe it would clear her head.. give her some time to compose herself.  

Her mind trailed off, as it usually did, to a time she once remembered so vividly. To a man she felt like she had known, only he was a boy back then. A boy underneath a sophisticated suit, with a cane, who had one dazzlingly beautiful eye... the other eye was concealed with a black patch. This boy in her memory was no doubt Ciel.. and the longer she stared at him the hotter she felt and the more his eye glowed red. 

Her eyes clenched shut as if she had been experiencing the burn from a once very hot flame through sheer memory of it. The boy before her, his face contorted to an evil sneer and his eye narrowed. His suit had begun to burn right off of him, leaving a black cloak behind. The patch covering his concealed eye snapped and fell at her feet. Two red eyes burned with vicious passion for something she was not yet sure of. 

The way you two sneak around is..well..like you're just a coupe of demons.

Her beautiful green eyes jolted open as if she had endured a bolt of electricity straight through the heart. She gasped loudly and nearly launched out of the small garden chair she had been so elegantly occupying. It was a chore just to catch her own breath, much less force herself to her feet to head back inside. Despite her condition and the cold air, she stood up and turned toward the courtyard exit. However.. she didn't make it very far.