The Earl of Phantomhive (DemonCielXLizzy fic)

Chapter Twelve

Misplaced Anger 

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"You seem so certain that this will work." Sebastian silently questioned his cunning master. Ciel only nodded and shrugged, "It's worth a shot, don't you think?" 

Sebastian leaned on a nearby oak tree, "Don't you think this is too obvious?" He was quizzical of the strategy to say the least, however, Elizabeth's life could be in danger at this point. "Don't you think your train of tyrannous delinquency should be ceasing to exist at some point soon, young master? Preferably before the risk becomes larger than the reward?"

"Nonsense, Sebastian, I would never place Lizzie in harms way. She is safe in the recesses of the manor. I have taken it upon myself to charm the hidden entrance, nothing will get to her. However, these vampires don't exactly know that, now do they?" Sebastian eyed him with distaste, "I suppose I can see your point."

"You said before, as I had agreed, that the previous intruder had been watching us and waiting for us to leave, no?"

"I did."

"Expecting Lizzie to be the damsel in distress, unfortunately for him,  my wife has never been very good at playing that part." Sebastian raised a fine eyebrow, "I never judged my love on her theatrical performance because, as it would appear, I myself am quite far from the daunting and chivalrous shining knight type, wouldn't you agree Sebastian?" Ciel's eyes illuminated many different essences of evil to the demon butler, it was rare to be in the presence of a demon of so many scandalous virtues like his master. Throughout his life, his long life, he had never grown weary of turning his back on any creature quite like he had Ciel. 

Obviously he was just as livid as his master, however he agreed to the appropriate terms of punishment for this vampire fiend. Punishment to a degree, so to speak. The man standing before him, with eyes an even colder shade of red than his own, was unpredictable. His face, his eyes, even his stature gave off a vibe; a deadly intent to kill. He was determined to protect the people he loved and the Phantomhive name under any and all circumstances. For the longest time Sebastian had believed he himself to be the real demon of Phantomhive, however, he was wrong and the proof was standing right in front of him glaring with cold, red eyes and a charming, persuasive grin on his face.  He was so fixated on the hate and blood lust written all over his young masters face that he had almost missed the silent message that had rolled right off his silver coated tongue. "There he goes." He mouthed the words with a menacing smile. It was at this point that Sebastian had realized the manor would soon be the host of a boundless and wretched slaughter.

Windows shattered and glass fell onto the well polished floors of the manor. The halls were filled with menacing cries of war and taunts from a demon. Only, I suppose it wasn't exactly a demon. 

"Oh Mrs. Phantomhive, where are you? I've come to collect on our date!"

Elizabeth and Bard were positioned in their directed part of the manor. It was dark and quiet there, Bard had ordered Elizabeth to the farthest room in that wing and demanded she lock the door. He sat outside of the door with a loaded gun in hand. The foul creature could be heard even on their end of the home. "He disgusts me.. I ought to go out there and give him a thrashing .." Elizabeth strained to listen to him through the thick walls of the manor. She was irked but managed to keep her voice down. "Ew..."

"Try to stay calm, Lady Elizabeth...

Around this time, upstairs-

A rampant vampire tore through the manor screaming obscenities to hopefully taunt his prey out of hiding. "Oh now, I didn't peg you for the type of lady to hide from a challenge! Where are you beautiful?!"