Kuroshitsuji Elizabeth Midford Novels & Stories

I was going to miss all of it. I felt my eyes begin to water, I took a slow deep breath. I couldn't go ruining Irinas hard work because of baseboard scuffs. How idiotic of me. There was a soft knock on my bedroom door, before I could say anything mothers creaked the door open slightly, her face was smiling at me from the small gap. She was wearing her funeral lace today, she was loosing her daughter, a mourning gown was only fitting. "Hello Elizabeth" she said with a small smile.

I needed all the advantage I could get for what I was about to do. I’d managed to connect with Elizabeth’s spirit. She wasn’t as easy to summon as Isabelle’s, but I eventually managed. My heart ached as she told me how Lady Margaret learned of her association with me and arranged to have her killed. She laughed at the irony of how she’d feared losing her life to her vampire brother instead of her human mistress. The danger of being in Rufus’ company was so blatantly acute that it never dawned on her to look in other directions.

I murmured with a mock grim expression consequently resulting in a gasp of horror to be emitted from her. "Goodbye love," I whispered before ripping her heart out, the only way to permanently dispose of a vampire. After nearly a hundred centuries Elizabeth was finally gone; she would never return. "I'd say that was cruel, even by your standards your highness," Lilian's mellow voice commented once I crushed the slightly beating heart in my hand. I let out a gruff laugh, "I'd say that you are not aware of my standards then," I exclaimed with a taunting wink to which she replied with a melodious chuckle.

She’s a strong looking woman in her late forties with long raven dark hair, full lips painted in red, sharp cheekbones, sparkly eyes and she’s just as tall as Victor and the king, I’m a mouse in her presence. She’s in an opulent crimson velvet gown embroidered with red roses, gold filigree and sparkling jewels. She wears a ruby studded diamond crown, elegant jewelry and a white fur-lined royal cape exuding grace authority, and timeless elegance. She is iconic. “Your majesty.” Chris bows and we all follow. “Please call me Elizabeth, I never thought in my forty eight years of living that I’d hear about a human vampire hybrid, I didn’t even think it was possible.” she looks him up and down but

"What'd you do? Witches aren't just born without covens, they get shunned or they die. Those are the only outs. You're obviously not dead. That leaves one thing. You got shunned. So, tell me, Elizabeth, why aren't you in a coven?" She sighs as tears fill here eyes, "I was barely four. My mom had been killed by a vampire. He knocked her head right off. I watched it fall to the ground, her body slowly going with it. The vampire showed her no mercy. I hadn't been able to ignite my powers, yet. But that changed.

“Why are you crying, Maddena?” My spine froze, my breath caught in my throat. Damien. Did he trace me here? I wiped my tears quickly, trying to hide them, but my voice betrayed me. “I’m… no.t crying,” I sniffed, the words broken. “Lycan Damien,” Elizabeth bowed deeply, her tone filled with respect and submission. His cold gaze swept over me before settling on her. “What happened? Who hurt her?” Elizabeth swallowed hard, her voice soft. “She refused to speak about anything, Lycan Damien. I kept asking, but she wouldn’t answer me.”

“I can. And I will. Watch me.” The boy didn’t resist as Marcus gently placed a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at Adrian. “Are you going to hurt her?” he asked. Adrian hesitated. Just for a second. Then, his lips curled into a cold, merciless smirk. “No.” Elizabeth exhaled in relief. Then Adrian leaned in. “But I am going to destroy her.” Elizabeth’s expression darkened, but before she could respond, Marcus fired a shot, hitting the chandelier above her. It crashed down, glass shattering as Elizabeth barely leaped out of the way.

I growled out showing my fangs, my eyes flashing over to my beast. No one moved, no one said anything. I could feel my anger rising again, apparently they needed an example of my wrath. I reached out with blinding speed, grabbing Elizabeth by the neck, squeezing her throat, until her face turned a shade of purple, I watched as everyone’s face paled. I released Elizabeth, allowing her to take a gulp of air, allowing her to think, I was going to let her live, and then I shoved my hand through her chest, pulling out her heart, crushing it in my bare hands, Elizabeth’s body crumbling to the floor.

Sylvia was her friend, and although she had been laughing with everyone else just a moment ago, her look was friendly and affectionate now, and all Elizabeth's embarrassment instantly smoothed over. As Harrison went back to his lecture, Elizabeth panned her eyes around the room. Most of the students in the room were pureborn; they were born vampires. Most vampires young enough to be in high school were pureborn anyway. A youngblood who was turned as young as Elizabeth was wasn't especially common. In fact, the only other youngblood in the room was... Nathaniel. Ah, Nathaniel! All she had to do was think of him once, and she would be swept away into her own little dreamworld. The corners of h

"Now, Elizabeth, shall we discuss your secret? Or would you prefer to tell them yourself?" Elizabeth's face went pale. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Don't you? You're not just a healer, Elizabeth. You're a witch. A blood witch, specifically. One who's been using James's death to anchor a resurrection spell. You've been collecting components this entire time. The question is, who are you trying to bring back? James himself? Or someone else?" "That's not, I would never…" "There are traces of ritual magic on your hands," Meridith said. "I can smell the copper and rosemary. You performed a blood rite less than an hour ago. So I'll ask again: who are you trying to resurrect?"