Dark masses of clouds began to loom in the night sky, coating the star filled navy air with nothing, but black. A downpour started, breaking past the thick barrier of fog, and penetrating down onto the streets of London. 

Icy blasts of fierce winds drifted in, sweeping throughout the town, knocking down anything in its way. The raindrops pelted the rooftops, creating an ominous loud tapping sound against the shingles. 

My knees were sunken into the wet splattering mud, the frigid puddles seeping into my black lace stockings. As I collapsed down my hands shook, and quietly I reeled in what William had just told me. 

My cloak was soaked through with arctic water, making the billowing dark fabric weigh me down, but perhaps it was because I was too shaken to the core to stand back up. 

Thunder roared across the damp, freezing atmosphere, making the ground rumble below me. The cobblestone floor was swept up within vast cold lakes of muddy pooling water, and the whirring gusts bit at my drenched frame, the peppering drops of rain feeling like shards of glass puncturing through my skin, making me wince in pain. 

My numb snow white fingers were curled up in my palm, my tight fists trembling as frosty droplets dripped down my pale, ghostly face. 

The blindingly white flashes of lightning struck in the sky in terrifying zig-zag motions, illuminating up the almost pitch black dark streets for but a moment before dissipating within the inky, opaque clouds. 

Betrayal was what I felt deep inside, and I was merely just bewildered in a way. So much so that I still doubted, or rather wanted to doubt that that retched fact wasn't true. 

No matter what had happened between Sebastian, and myself I could still hold a candle of trust, knowing that he in the past had done so much to help me. But, now that trust was shattered, the tiny flame that I could always at least rely on was burnt out, and not even a faint ember on the end of the wick was there. 

Forcing myself to stand back up, my saturated clothes feeling like they weighed a thousand pounds, I achingly slow began to walk. 

Stepping over the rippling pools of collected downpour I started to head towards the outskirts of London, the rainstorm still pounding down. 

Once I was further into the countryside I, with a dead gaze, stared at the blurred surroundings around me. The mossy emerald moor's blended with the charcoal gray sky, and the winding, gauzy shaded hilltops faded into the foggy bleak air. 

Around me the patchy rural's, and grassy heaths fused together in heaps of dark viridescent olive hues, making the dull drenched scenery look like a washed out watercolor mural. 

Soon, I saw the Phantomhive manor come into my line of sight, and while trudging over the soggy gravel ground I lugged myself towards the door. 

Not a single light was on in the mansion from what I could tell for dinnertime had long since passed, and Ciel had drifted off to sleep at least a couple of hours ago. 

After waiting patiently under the arched stone overhang I heard the door click open, and I was met with a rather sleepy Mey-Rin who was dressed in her long cotton nightshirt. 

She adjusted her large circular glasses in a dazed state before her gaze settled onto me, making her gasp. 

"My goodness, Lady Elsbeth! You're completely soaked to the bone, yes you are!" Mey-Rin exclaimed in a hushed, yet still strident shout. 

"Why were you out in this ghastly storm? Come on, lets get you into some dry clothes otherwise you'll get horribly sick!" She prattled on, dragging my nearly lifeless form up the stairs towards the guest bedroom that I had been occupying. 

As I sat at the foot of the bed I watched as Mey-Rin rushed around with great haste, fetching me some towels, my nightgown, a wool robe, and a warm glass of milk with a dollop of cinnamon on top. 

She then went to undress me, grabbing at the buttons that fastened up my dress, but I stopped her abruptly, merely shaking my head, not yet having the strength to speak. 

With a mere nod Mey-Rin, although confused at my actions, whipped her head around, and started to fumble with something on the mantel above the fireplace. 

"Very well, you can change yourself later, Lady Elsbeth. But, we need to get you extra toasty warm to ward off any sickness!" Mey-Rin accounted, lighting a match, and dropping it into the tepee of chopped wood that was already inside. 

I watched in horror as the branches ignited easily, creating a bundle of flames to rise up in crackling, flickering waves. 

I screamed loudly, my feeble "Stop!" becoming but a mere whisper as I slunk back into a corner, my back hitting the wall. 

The orange blazing fire reflected in my sky shaded gaze, and I could feel warm wet tears cascade down my face. 

"Lady Elsbeth, what's wrong!?" Mey-Rin bellowed, utterly baffled by my actions. 

Though before anymore flashes of that horrendous night appeared in my mind I noticed Sebastian swiftly enter the room, dousing a bucket full of water onto the raging flames in the fireplace. 

With a whoosh of smoke the room was back to being dark, and the smell of ash wafted into my lungs, almost tormenting me with its familiar somber scent. 

"Mey-Rin, please leave." Sebastian instructed flatly. 

"But, Sebastian-" Mey-Rin clamored out, but was cut off again by the rather angered butler. 

"I said leave." He spoke again, his voice dangerously low, his tone frightening enough to send a chill down anyone's spine, making the scared maid scurry out of the bedroom like a terrified mouse. 

I slid down to the floor, and brought my knees up to my chest, my soaked clothes clinging to my frame like a tight straight jacket, and I shivered, my dripping wet hair creating a small puddle around where I sat. 

I noticed Sebastian crouch down beside me, and I felt his gloved index finger tip my chin up, making me meet his gaze. 

"I apologize for Mey-Rin. I didn't think that she'd start a fire in your room. You're still afraid, aren't you?" 

Sebastian's words were coated with a gingery sweetness, making my rage only deepen, piercing through my very soul. 

He went to help me up, extending his hand for me to hold, but I merely slapped his hand away, my glazed over icy eyes of blue shimmering with fury, making the black butler become a bit taken aback. 

"All this time you were the one..." I murmured out, my words cold, weak, and strained. Cracking with sorrow, and chiming with such hatred. A tone that Sebastian had never heard come from my lips. 

"You were the one who started that fire... Back then. You were the one who ruined my life, killed my family, destroyed my home, and if that weren't enough...!" I croaked out, my words blood-chilling as I stared at the tall Demon. "You also told me such sweet words, brought me comfort, took me in, and even made me fall in love with you despite the rotten cruel truth that you were hiding. You bastard." 

My sentences were brimming with toxic venom, and Sebastian's crimson gaze turned soft. For once he couldn't think of a comeback, or an excuse that could possibly justify his actions.

Retracting his hand he bowed his head before draping a blanket around me, and quietly he excused himself. Leaving me alone tangled up in my putrid anger.