Title: A Lady

Summary: The new Lady Phantomhive is not someone to be messed with.

Pairing: Ciel (18) and Elizabeth (19)

Setting: A bar in the slums of London.

Note: The dialogue of one of the characters is written deliberately horrible for a reason.

The lighting was low and the air thick with smoke. The squalid bar was out of the way, only known to a small amount of people who often conducted "business" deals here and came to drown themselves in jugs of beer and their woes. It was located in the rundown slums of London. A place widely populated by drug dealers and prostitutes.

So, the idea that someone of her status would be seen, or even venture, in a place like this was just absurd. But here she was, sitting all alone at the bar. Her dark red waist hugging dress fit the dark and dingy mood of the place. The neck line was low, exposing a nice amount of cleavage, just enough to let the mind wander but not too much to label her as a whore. The sleeves were see through and elbow length, showing off her smooth and slightly toned arms, a result of her vigorous fencing training. Her elbows rested on the bar counter and her hands were intertwined under her chin. Her right leg crossed over her left, exposing her calves and her red kitten heels.

Of course she got stares, all from men. Greedy and grubby men. Some old, some young, but all the same. Pathetic.

She flipped a piece of her long blonde hair over her shoulder and ignored the hard looks. She felt like a piece of meat in a cage full of wild dogs. However, she had little to worry about. There was only one dog in this place she happily belonged to.

The Queens Guard Dog. The one and only, Ciel Phantomhive.

Said young man sat in a secluded booth in the far back corner of the pub. Along with him was his good business partner Lau and his ever faithful butler, Sebastian. She knew Ciel was watching her out of the corner of his eye, making sure she would be fine away from him. But she had no interest in the business they were conducting, so she sat herself at the bar and had herself a drink.

He knew what she was doing at the same time. She was good at playing eye candy. True, she liked to come out with him on business, but she would have her own fun while he did what he had to do. And right now, she was purposely playing the bait just for attention, to get Ciel secretly riled up or because she liked to play games just as much as he did.

Why where they there? Simple.

They were there to do some underground business. Elizabeth was tired of being kept in the light of innocence and wanted a little taste of her husband's real line of work. She had to admit to herself, she enjoyed the thrill of being somewhere she shouldn't be. Where her mother would surely scold her for venturing to in the first place. Ciel had greatly refused her wishes at first but surprisingly she had shown her true guts and was the one reprimanding him about how to treat his wife.

He had given into her.

The life of a married man had made him soft. More gentle and playful. Much more playful, especially in a dirty way at times when they were alone. She liked that about him and added it to a list of her many turn-ons. Dirty humor was something she enjoyed with him, and she wasn't afraid to throw her own witty comments right back at him with a dangerous smirk of her own.

She wasn't as innocent as she had been perceived to be in her younger years. She had taught herself much of what she knew now. Reading books and having "meaningless" conversations, as men liked to put it, with her friends. She was a well-rounded woman, educated in all the right places and then some. She was a greatly skilled fencer, being female at that, and been one of the most competitive in the country. Ciel had been very proud of her and had been to a great number of her competitions when he wasn't busy. She knew how to wield a gun, having Ciel secretly teach her at the age of 16.

After her 16th birthday, it had been a turning point in her relationship with Ciel. They were getting closer and he, out of the blue, would be the one to request her to come to the manor and have lunch or dinner with him. His attitude didn't change, he still acted like his workaholic self but he would actually listen to her when she wanted to say something. If she had a question or a story she wanted to share, he would set down his pen and give her his undivided attention.

A month before their wedding, seven months after Ciel had turned 17 and two months before Elizabeth would be 18, they had been impulsive with love and had done something greatly forbidden. It was an act committed out of one too many drinks and the natural urges of a boy and girl.

Their first acts of love making.

Before the wedding at that. Her mother would have killed her and no doubt Ciel as well. But that secret stayed between the two and even in the morning after, they had no regrets. After a year, luckily she had not gotten pregnant. People were smart enough to do the math and there would have been a scandal on their hands. One they thankfully avoided.

One of the biggest problems Ciel had on his hands for a while had been to keep his contract to Sebastian a secret. However, as fate would have it, he couldn't hide forever. With her living with him now, she would have discovered it eventually. The thing was, it was his fault and had openly let her see it, giving into the fact that it was going to happen so why not let it. She had been trying to seduce him one night, wanting him in her bed. She wanted to see all of him, even the parts he tried to hide from her.

He remembered how she had untied the patch and let it fall to the ground. His eyes had remained closed and she was expecting to see some kind of scar marring his beautiful skin, but it was just as perfect as his left one. When she kissed his right eye gently, they had opened and in the dark of the room was the glow of the contract symbol in plain sight for her to see. He was prepared to explain himself and answer all she had to ask, but was speechless when she gave a simple,

"I knew it."

He didn't know how to react to it at first and she only gave him a light giggle, adding that she had always been suspicious of Sebastian, how he didn't seem to age one bit since she had first met him at the age of 11. How he always did everything with grace and was always on point. So her first thought was demons. She had read a few stories about demons making contracts with humans for their souls and in turn they would provide their contractors with their services and protection.

She was always a girl to keep an open mind of things and always did her research before making any decisions and conclusions. She explained all of this to Ciel, all the while the boy had his mouth open in shock and his eyes were open in fascination. By the time she finished talking she was dying of laughter at his expression and cured his shock with a passionate kiss.

The only thing they talked about on the subject was what would happen when his contract was up. She had a request for him. She had requested that she be taken with him. For her soul to be eaten alongside his. She wanted to be with him forever, even if it meant being with him in the belly of a demon. He was actually touched that she was willing to give up her life for him. He didn't feel he deserved it though. She told him he deserved happiness and she would be there to ensure that happiness.

"Ello pre'y lady." The slurred words broke her out of her thoughts.

Elizabeth slowly looked over her shoulder at the man who was eyeing her up and down. Now, Elizabeth was taught to never judge a book by its cover, but the cover of this book told her all she needed to know. He was a boring short story with no plot and a fast ending.

He was about five feet and he wore stained, dull clothes. He was probably in his late thirties. His pants had a few holes at the bottom and his shoes were quite worn. His shirt was covered in stains of God knows what and his hair was greasy and wild. On top of that, he seemed quite drunk.

"Can I help you, sir?" She put extra emphasis on that last part, trying to still be a lady while showing her distaste at the same time.

"Ows 'bout ey buy eh a drink." His breath reeked of cheap booze and his teeth were a dull yellow.

"No thank you, I have my own right here." Elizabeth held up her glass of wine slightly and took a sip, hoping the boorish man would leave her be.

"Ah, but it ed be me honor t' buy a pre'y lady a drink."

"Well, like I said, I'm fine." And with years of training, she kept up her perfect smile; she was a lady after all.

This man was persistent. He dared to sit himself down next to her on the stool to her left. The bum's breath was ten times worse at him proximity. Elizabeth slightly turned her head, throwing a careful glance at the back of the pub where she caught her husband and his company. She wasn't surprised at the look on his face. Complete and utter shock mixed with anger, topped off with a deep frown and a harsh glare. She knew it wasn't directed to her in any way, but to the grubby man to her left.

She turned her head back to her drink in front of her took a large gulp of the liquid and prayed it would help dull out drown out her admirer. Then she smirked to herself and thought about how Ciel was probably seething with rage at the moment. She was sure he would have liked nothing more than to come over here and knock this man's lights out. However she knew he would rather avoid making a big scene and end up getting them kicked out before his deal was taken care of.

"Names George. Was er name?" He gave her an almost toothless smile.

"Phantomhive. Elizabeth Phantomhive." She stressed the last name, hoping this man would realize just who he was messing with.

"Got ye a fancy name er. Must be one ah dem rich broads?" George laughed to himself.

By this point Elizabeth's eyes were wide with shock and she was greatly offended by his statement.

'A broad? Is this man really that ignorant? How could he not know the name Phantomhive?!'

"Sees ye ain't er wid anyone. Ows 'bout ye come wid meh, little lady. I'll show eh real good time."

"I'd rather not." She took a long sip of her wine and let the burning of the alcohol down her throat calm her.

"Pshh, what? Ye got eh man er sumin?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, she does." This time the voice came from their right. Elizabeth's mouth formed a small grin, not even having to look to see who it was. As for the repugnant man to her left, his expression was one that went from shocked to appalled.

"An who do ye think ye are?" George sneered at the young man posing as competition.

"That's really none of your business, now is it?"

Ciel turned to Elizabeth, whose back was still facing him, and he grabbed the side of the stool and gently swiveled it around so she now faced him. He placed both hands on either side of her slim waist and pulled her a little more forward towards him, with an all knowing smirk.

"Hello darling. Come to rescue me?"

"Of course, my lady. I couldn't bear to have to watch you be forced to mingle with such trash." At this, Ciel gave a side glance at the frustrated man still sitting beside them.

"Lisen er kid. I was talkin to her first. S' fuck off!" George banged his fist on the table and pointed his other finger at Ciel.

The young earl merely scoffed and pulled Elizabeth closer to him, leaning in to run his nose from her ear to her chin and then lean up to kiss her gently. At this point, George was about to hook Ciel but his arm was suddenly pulled back and twisted painfully.

"I'd appreciate it if you would not raise your hand at my master and speak to Lady Elizabeth in such a foul way." A dark presence made itself know behind George and he shivered in sudden fear.

"Sebastian, please remove this unsightly thing from my presence." Ciel smirked and Elizabeth wrapped her delicate arms around Ciel's shoulders.

"Yes, my Lord." With that, Sebastian lifted the man by his collar and threw him none too gently into a table.

None in the pub cared in the slightest. The man was digging his own grave and the onlookers didn't dare try and intervene.

Elizabeth watched the man over Ciel's shoulder as she placed a gentle hand on the back of her husband's head. Ciel made a point to show the man just who he was to Elizabeth by gently and slowly kissing her neck as the bum watched in slight fear.

The last look Elizabeth gave the man was a devilish smirk and cold eyes.

She was not a woman to be messed with.