It was a rainy night. A Duchess by the name of Vivian Annalise Noxford was traveling from her home, in France, to London. She was young, only about fifteen years old, with long curly blonde hair, and light blue eyes. The young noblewoman was taking a carriage through the quiet countryside on her way to her destination and she was resting, with her head turned towards the window and her eyes drooping as she fought off sleep. Her hand was resting on her chest, where she clutched the gem on her necklace in he hand. Her mind was, quite obviously, very far away from where she was.

Beside her sat her butler, Lawrence Griffin, with light brown hair that stopped a little bit below his chin, with the front and sides of his hair pulled back into a ponytail with the rest hanging free. He had dark purple eyes, slightly tanned skin, and a strong jawline. He was dressed in a black suit with a deep purple vest, and white cravat pinned down with a silver snake pendant. Suddenly, there was a clap of thunder and a strike of lightning right next to their carriage, causing the two horses that were pulling the carriage to rear up and send the carriage toppling over. The young noble screamed as her eyes snapped open and a shard of glass sliced her pale cheek, and another shard cutting open her shoulder. "Mistress!" Lawrence called, jumping to shield her body from the impact too late, yet still taking on damage that could have hurt his master even more.

He hurriedly picked her small body up and looked around, before setting his eyes on the Phantomhive Mansion. He runs and jumps, landing in front of the door and knocking on it. The butler of the estate, Sebastian, answers. "Hello, welcome to the Phantomhive Manor, what happened to this child?" He asked.

Phantomhive, where have I heard that name? "Our carriage, it got struck by lightning, and my mistress got cut by shards of glass from the windows," Lawrence said with a cool, calm, demeanor.

"Well, let's get her inside and fixed up before the wounds get infected," Sebastian said, taking her in his own arms.

"Sebastian!" A familiar, familiar to the young girl that is, voice called. "What is happening?" A boy, who looked to be about 16, had blue tinted-black hair, and a single sapphire blue eye, with the other covered by an eye patch, walked down the stairs and saw the young noble in his faithful butler's arms and Lawrence standing in the doorway. "Oh my...get her some help, Sebastian!" He ordered.

"Yes, my lord." Sebastian quickly took the blonde into one of the guest rooms and bandaged her wounds. The room was painted wine red, with a white plush carpet. There was a window on the far side of the room, that had its white curtains pulled shut. A mahogany dresser sat in front of the wall adjacent to the bed, with a couple picture frames with the previous Earl of Phantomhive and his wife. The bed frame was also made of mahogany wood, and the sheets were wine red. Sebastian had laid the young girl on top of the golden embroidered duvet, with her back pressed against a pillow covered in a red silk pillowcase. "I called a doctor but he won't be able to make it tonight, due to the weather," The Phantomhive butler said as he finished with her bandages. The boy walked in, ordering the two butlers out. He looked familiar, but Vivian couldn't quite place her finger on where she saw him before.

"Hello," He said, sitting down on the edge of the bed, next to her. "I'm Ciel, Earl of Phantomhive, what is your name?" Then it hit her. Loads of childhood memories flooded into her brain as she thought about him.

"I-I'm..." quick, think! He mustn't know my true identity. She thought silently. "Lady Charlotte Noxford of… um... Scotland... I'd curtsy, but I don't think I can in this position," She said with a slight smile. Damn. I shouldn't have said my real last name. Now he's suspicious. She mentally smacked her hand to her forehead. This is why people call her a stupid blonde.

"Noxford? I feel as though I have heard that name before," Ciel mutters quietly to himself. "You wouldn't happen to know a Lady by the name of Vivian Annalise Noxford, would you?" He asked and she almost gasped. He remembered her...after all those years…

"No, I am quite sorry. Who is she? A friend?" She asked.

"Oh, no one too important, just an old friend that I've been searching for," He said and she sighed. He's been looking for me. I am such an awful person. This is why everyone hates me. Whenever there is even the faintest shred of light for someone to grasp at, I cast a shadow on it. "You should get some rest," Ciel interrupted the young lady's inner monologue.

"Yes, thank you, for your hospitality," She said. Ciel nodded and left the room. She laid her head down on a pillow and fell asleep with Ciel on her mind.

"Mistress... Vivian, wake up," Lawrence said lightly shaking her petite form.

"I-I'm up," She said as she sat up. She blinked a few times and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "Oh, Lawrence, if you could, when Ciel and Sebastian are around, could you please call me Lady Charlotte?"

He looked confused. "As you wish, but may I ask why?" She sighed. Vivian looked around to make sure Ciel and Sebastian weren't nearby as Lawrence stood her up and started helping her out of her night-gown.

"A long time ago, around the time my parents died, I had to leave Ciel. He and I used to be best friends, you know, before those bastards took my mother and father... I would always go over to his house and play with him," A tear came to her eye and Lawrence pulled one of her blue dresses from one of her bags. It was sky blue, and had ruffled sleeves, and a slightly modest neckline. It had a blue bow, that was the same color of the dress, at the top, right on the neckline. It, like most of the dresses from that time, went down to the ground and "poofed" out at the waist.

"You and him were close friends. Why did that change?" He asked, helping her into a corset.

"I was forced to the streets. It was nearly impossible to get food until he came along… I… I couldn't let Ciel see me like that." She glared at her half-naked reflection, at all of the imperfections marring her body. She was disgusting inside and out. "Three years...I was only able to be with him for three years until he left too…" She trailed off, sighing. She tilted her head to the side so she could see the contract mark on her collarbone. A green circle with a pentagram inside, and a snake coiled around the pentagram. She sighed again and Lawrence moved her hair so it covered the contract. He knew how self conscious she is about her mark. "He would be too ashamed to look at me if he knew what I did to survive." She shuddered, thinking about her past. "That, is why he mustn't know who I am."

"Yes, of course. Really, you shouldn't trouble yourself with things from the past, it will only make you miserable, your grace," Lawrence said. He's like the father she doesn't have anymore. And he'll be here forever, since what she wished for hasn't, and can't come true. She trapped him in eternal servitude, or at least until she dies of natural causes. She felt bad, but there was nothing that she could do to repay him. Thank you Lawrence… She thought to herself, even though she knew he wouldn't hear it. He continued to dress her, and when he was nearly finished, he clipped a silver necklace with a drop-cut emerald on her. Then, they both exited the room.

Vivian and Ciel sat at the dining room table next to each other as their butlers served them a late lunch. Vivian looked around the dining hall in amazement. It was much larger than she remembered. She looked down at the teacup she was holding in her hand. It was so beautiful. It was white with a gold trim, with a small depiction of a pink flower on its side. The tea she was drinking was sweet and a little strong smelling, but she couldn't place what kind it was. "So, where were you two traveling to?" Ciel asked her.

"Oh, no where important, really. Just London." She replied, sipping her tea.

"Oh, really? What would you be doing there?" He asked.

"Business deals," She said. They finished up and move out to a sitting room. It had a small table with chess pieces set up as if in preparation for a game, though the two teens were sitting in chairs opposite of each other, right next to the chess table. They were still sipping the same kind of tea as earlier, and she still couldn't place what kind it was. The chairs they were seated in were large and comfortable, made of a soft material that kind of felt like velvet and were dyed a dark purple. The room itself was painted light blue, much like a sky. There was a window right behind Vivian's seat that let in some of the afternoon light. Overall, it was a very beautiful room. On the wall beside them was an unlit fireplace.

"For what? You seem a bit young to be running a business," Ciel says.

"As do you," She replies, smirking as she took another sip of her tea.

"What was the deal for, anyway?" He asks.

"I own a company for making beverages and I was planning on expanding my business to the heart of London. To be honest, it is hard running a business all by myself, ever since I had to fire my closest business partner, Augustus, it has been completely unbearable," She says, rubbing the bridge of her nose with her index finger and thumb.

"Why did you have to fire him?" He asks.

"You ask a lot of questions," She says with a barely noticeable half-smile on her face. "I had to fire him because I found out he was making plans with my rivalling company to kidnap and sell me. You know, get rid of the competition. When I found out I told the police, but they were no use because he was so good at lying and it was his word against mine. Since I'm so young, they didn't believe me and so I simply had to just fire him. Sadly though I fired him after I told him of my plans of expanding the business to London. He knows I'll have to stay in the city for a bit and will probably take me at some point," She says, taking yet another sip of her tea. "I wouldn't be surprised if he's found out I'm staying here. He is pretty clever."

"Firing him was a pretty fair thing to do. Though, if it were me I probably would have had him killed," Ciel said nonchalantly, though he was a bit surprised that she was so casual talking about possibly being kidnapped. Was it a regular occurrence for her like it had been for him as a human?

Vivian pouted like a child. "Oh, why didn't I think of that! That would have been much less of a headache for me." Her eyes glanced over to a clock on the wall as an idea came to mind. "Oh, look at the time… I have quite a bit of paperwork to do… If you'll excuse me." She stood up and did a small curtsy to Ciel. Vivian began to walk out of the room, Lawrence following close behind her. As they were walking up the stairs to her guest room, she leaned over to her butler. "Go take out the trash for me, Lawrence. You know which trash I'm referring to." He bowed, his deep purple eyes flashing red.

"Yes, mistress."

When Lawrence left, she continued on to her room. When she opened the door and walked in, someone grabbed her from behind, gagging and blindfolding her before knocking her out.

As soon as Lawrence stepped out of the manor, he felt like something bad had happened. His sixth sense was going haywire. Immediately he knew it was Vivian. Only that girl could cause him such distress. The brunette man ran back into the large mansion and up to his master's bedroom and saw it in a state of disrepair. As if also sensing something had happened, Sebastian popped into the room behind him. "Is something the matter?" He asked coolly.

Lawrence shook his head with an amused half-smile. "No, no. It seems as though my master has been kidnapped."

"Would you like some assistance in finding her?" Sebastian asked.

Lawrence shrugged and adjusted his cravat, "I don't really need it but a bit of help could come in handy."

"Sebastian, what's going on in here-?" Ciel walked in and stopped in his tracks. "What the hell happened in here? Where's Lady Charlotte?"

"My apologies, Earl Phantomhive. My master was taken from her room," Lawrence bowed his head in an apology. "I was just about to go get her."

"Sebastian, go with him. I shall go too." Ciel said.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow with his ever-present smirk. "Are you sure, young master?"

"Yes, I'm sure," The bluenette said in annoyance. "Let's just go.."

They set off with Lawrence leading them, since he knew who had to have taken Vivian and where his hideout was.

It took a mere few minutes to reach the warehouse Vivian was being held captive in. Sebastian walked up the steps and set Ciel down on them. "Stay here." Sebastian said.

"Fine," The young demon grumbled.

Sebastian sprinted in with Lawrence and Ciel heard a lot of commotion from inside. He so badly wanted to join, but he knew it would be safer outside, as he wasn't as adept at fighting multiple people at a time as his butler, even though he was still a demon too.

"Get away from me!" He heard Charlotte scream from inside.

"Oh, stop fighting, dear Vivian," The young Earl heard a voice say and he gasped. He knew she was his Vivian! He knew it... He heard a gunshot then some other commotion before Lawrence and Sebastian walked out with a trembling Vivian in Lawrence' arms.

"Vivian," The young demon muttered softly, walking to her side and grasping her limp hand. He could see her other hand pressed painfully hard into her shoulder, and blood was collecting on the hand fast. The gunshot he heard a minute ago was probably what caused her injury.

"So you found out...?" She asked, her light blue eyes dimming with sadness. "I tried so hard to keep it from you," she said weakly.

"Why? What did I do?" He asked, walking with Lawrence.

"I… I'm sorry, Ciel..." she said before she fainted.

Vivian woke up hours later, after Lawrence fixed up her wounds. When she woke up, the young demon's hand was in her's. "Oh, hello Ciel," She said softly, looking over at him.

"How are you feeling?" He asked hurriedly.

"Kind of sore, but still quite well," She said looking up at his sapphire eye.

"Could I do anything to help?" He asked.

"No, just being here with you is helping," She said, smiling very faintly.

"Why didn't you tell me who you really are?" He asked.

"You couldn't know. If you knew what happened after my parents died...you'd never look at me the same again. I know it," She said, with tears glistening in her eyes.

"You can tell me anything and I will still think of you the same as I always have," He said, lightly squeezing her hand and she slowly lifted her hand to push her hair to the side, showing off her glowing green mark.

"I made a contract with a demon…" She looked down at her lap in shame.

Ciel started to chuckle, which then turned into a laugh. "That's it?" He raised an eyebrow in amusement before lifting his eyepatch, showing off his purple contract mark. "So have I."

Her cheeks burned in embarrassment. "I-I also killed a lot of people to get the title of Duchess-!"

Ciel rolled his eyes, his lips still turned up in an amused smirk. "I've killed a lot of people too. Anything else you think is too bad for me to hear?"

"I-I used be poor…?" She said weakly, her argument as to why she hid herself from him for so long fading.

"I already knew that." Ciel shrugged.

"Wh-what-?! I only found out recently!" She pouted. "That's not faaaiiir!"

Ciel chuckled again and placed his hand on her head, petting her hair. "You're just as childish as you were when you were an actual child…"

She looked up at him her with wide, watery, eyes. "You jerk! I was gonna tell you that I love you, but maybe I don't anymore," she said, still pouting as she crossed her arms and turned away.

He shook his head and smiled, hugging her. "I already knew that too." Vivian felt a small spark of disappointment at the fact that he didn't say it back, but pushed the feeling away. It was selfish to wish for more than what she already had. At least he wasn't disgusted with her for saying it, right?

She dropped her pout, looking back at him in surprise. "Really?"

"Yes, I know everything." He said and pulled away from the hug. "Now go to sleep, idiot. You need your rest."

"Hmph, fiiiine…"

She turned to lay on her side and soon dozed off.

AN: Hello! Thank you for reading this cringe-fest. I wrote this when was much younger (okay, yeah, two years isn't very long ago, but whatever) and I figured I'd rewrite it and try to de-cringe it a little bit. Of course it will always be there, since this OC of mine is super Mary Sue (yes, I admit it), and it's an OCxCharacter fic. Whatever, it was kind of fun to write. I've been (kind of) working with the dearest, Rei Amane in trying to make this story a little less... you know. Bad. And this has been the result. I have only a couple more chapters that have been edited, so I'll probably post them every week, if I remember.

Anyway, thanks for stopping by and giving my story a chance! Constructive Criticism is always appreciated, no matter how harsh it seems! I am always working to better my work, and I can't do it without some help!

If you want to see what the dress looks like, the link is on my profile!

-Alois