So I'm going through all of my old stories and I decided I should pick this as one of the few I go through and fix. I like to think my work has improved (even if just a little). So let me know what you think of the new chapter and if I should keep going with this story or just call it quits.

~scarlet

December 17, 1871,

Today Rachel had given birth to our first child. It is a miracle. The doctor had told us the child would be born as stillborn. He was wrong. The child is a beautiful, healthy girl. I am so happy to have a daughter. We hope to have a son next.

However, not everything may be as wonderful as we first anticipated as the child does have asthma and we have been warned of a week immune system. Rachel and I must do what is necessary to ensure she grows so she may be a strong and worthy heir.

With this news, I feel it is too dangerous to have her hear. In four years we will be sending her with the maid Blair and the stable man Jethro. They are married, so they may act as a family and the child can have a good stable home as she grows. I trust them very much. I will send them with her so she may travel and grow in the world. I hope her to be bright and wise when she ages so she may be a formidable heir for the family company.

Rachel and I have come to an agreement on her name. She is to be christened as Sarah Renee Phantomhive. Her mother dislikes the biblical name (even though she herself has one) and has decided on calling the child by-

Renee" Tanka read from his former employer's private journal with said eyes full of nostalgia.

"Tanaka stop." Ciel ordered quietly. His hands were balled fists that shook with fury. His head was bowed and his hair covered his eyes, hiding the anger. A silence engulfed them. Ciel was processing everything he had just heard. How are you supposed to react to learning you have a sibling? He looked right at Tanaka, determination coupling with his anger nd his voice came out as a shout. "Tell me everything you know about her! Why was she sent away? Where is she now? Is she even alive? Why had you not spoken to me of this! How could you? How could father?" His voice had quieted and he ducked his head again, calming himself. He was starting to grow red.

Tanaka smiled a soft smile. Finally, he finally learns of her.

"Renee. I do not know her well for she did leave with staff. I do not know why she was sent away but she was a sweet child. "You probably do not remember her. She left when you were just a babe. She should be around the age of eighteen now, if I am correct. She did so adore you, young master."

"Why did they send her away?" Ciel asked, calming his rage, he looked up at the butler. The old man knelt and began to adjust Ciel's bow.

"I am not entirely sure." He admitted with a sigh. "As you grew from a toddler, something befell her. She was no longer the bright eyed and curious child I had known. A darkness seemed to hover over her. Your sister, she loved to dance and sing, but that ceased." He looked around the room and Ciel followed his gaze to an old worn chair. "I found her many nights asleep in that chair, or hunched over old texts. She all but locked herself away here. It was so easy to forget she was a young child" Ciel looked back at him as he continued. "You mother had convinced him to let her stay rather than send her away. But this new development caused them to both feel it was necessary. The stable man and his wife, Blair, were charged with raising her as the heir. The last time I heard from the was a month before the house burned down. I have yet to hear from them since. To save you from further loss, I decided not to mention her to you, seeing as you had long since forgotten of your sister. I cannot help but think your parents had wanted the same."

Ciel looked at his elderly butler and then down to the book he held in his hands. As far as he knew, it was the only book that held any evidence of his sister.

"Find her." He ordered and looked at him. Tanaka looked to his feet.

"You master, I am sorry." He spoke, "I am unable to find her. I am not sure she is even alive."

"She is a Phantomhive." Ciel insisted firmly. "She is alive and she will return." He stated and turned on his heel, marching out of the library and through the mansion.

"Sebastian!" He shouted, calling to his butler. "Sebastian!" He called once more before feeling his presence behind him. He didn't turn to his butler as he spoke. "Find my sister." He instructed. He continued walking down the hall towards the main staircase. He could practically feel the demon smirking. "She is a Phantomhive, my last living blood relative. I desire her to be close at this time."

"My lord," Sebastian offered, his smirk clear in his tone as they grew nearer to the staircase, "you are not even sure she is alive."

"Then find out." Ciel ordered as he grit his teeth and reached out for the banister. "Find her and bring her -" He stopped speaking. Ciel froze at the top of the grand staircase.

Down in his atrium, standing near the grand doors, were three people in their traveling coats and his current maid, Meyrin, hugging one of them. She was hugging a woman in modest clothes who hugged her back, both seeming excited to see one another. She stood next to a tall man with visible strength. The third was a young woman. She was shocking. her face hinted at youth, yet her mourning garb indicated something quite different. The young woman looked up at the young earl through her black, lace veil. Her face was slightly tinted with sun, but she was still paler than those who worked outside. Her gentle hands were still in matching black lace gloves and clasped gently in front of her, holding a small purse. She smiled up a him and he could see her brown hair pulled away from her face and curled and pinned under her hat where her veil began.

Ciel couldn't stop staring at the youngest woman before him. He had only learned of her a mere few minutes before. And yet, here she stood in the manor, as if she had been here the entire time.

"Ah, it seems," Sebastian spoke behind Ciel, "that your sister has returned." Ciel gathered himself together long enough to speak. He straightened his back and looked down at his sister with a cold and calculating stare.

"Welcome home, sister." He greeted. She curtseyed with a small smirk, but never inclined her head.

"It is good to be home," She spoke, her soft voice flouting up to him, "little brother.