A/N: Hullo~ How are my lovies? Yes, this is KittyKatnissEverdeen, I changed my name for reasons I will explain at the end of this chapter~


It was a rainy night. A princess by the name of Vivian Darkwing was traveling from her home, in Scotland, to Kent, in Britain. The young princess had to pass through England on her travels and she was sleeping with her small head resting on the shoulder of her demon butler, Klaus. Suddenly, there was a clap of thunder and a strike of lightning right next to their carriage. The thing toppled over, crashing. She screamed as she woke up and a shard of glass sliced her pale cheek, another shard cutting open her leg, and another cutting her arm. "Master!" Klaus called, jumping to shield her body from the impact too late.

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 has she heard that name? "Our carriage, it got struck by lightning, and she got cut by shards of glass from the windows," Klaus says with a cool, calm, demeanor.

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

"Sebastian!" A familiar, familiar to the young princess, that is, voice called. "What is happening?" A boy, he looked to be about 16, who 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 her in his faithful butler's arms and Klaus standing in the doorway. "Oh my, get her some help, Sebastian!" He ordered.

"As you wish, my lord." Sebastian quickly took the blonde into one of the guest rooms and bandaged her wounds. The boy walked in, ordering the two butlers out. He looked familiar, but she 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 Darkwing of England. Though, my home is in Scotland," She said. Damn. She shouldn't have said her real last name. Now he's suspicious. She mentally smacked her hand to her forehead. This is why people call her a stupid blonde, unfit for the crown.

"Darkwing? I feel as though I have heard that name before," Ciel mutters quietly to himself. "You wouldn't happen to know a Princess Vivian Eloise Darkwing, 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 important, just someone I've been looking for, for quite some time now," He says and she sighs. He's been looking for her. She is such an awful person. This is why she's an Angel of Darkness. When ever there is even a shred of light for someone to grasp at, she ruins it for them. "You should get some rest."

"Yes, thank you, for your hospitality," She says, laying her head down on a pillow and falling asleep with Ciel on her mind.


"Princess Vivian, wake up," Klaus said lightly shaking her petite form.

"I-I'm up," She said sitting up. She blinked a few times and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "Oh, Klaus, if you could, when Ciel and Sebastian are around, could you please call me Lady Charlotte?" She's too kind for her own good.

He looks confused. "As you wish, but may I ask why?" She sighed. She looked around to make sure Ciel and Sebastian weren't near by as Klaus 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 him, Ciel. He and I used to be best friends, you know, before I was captured, and then moved to Scotland, so I could take my throne. I would always go over to his house and play with him," A tear came to her eye and Klaus 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 below the sleeve, but on the neckline, it, like all of her dresses, went down to the ground and "poofed" out.

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

"I was abducted by De novem Anglorum. They held me captive for three years, while preparing to make me a human sacrifice. They thought I would be a good sacrifice. A helpless heir to the throne, who doubled as an Angel of Darkness, that stopped believing in god the first day of captivity. Even worse, they marked me." She looked at her half-naked refection in the full mirror and traced her slender fingers over her brand. It was a circle with a weird symbol inside. "Three years...three years I did nothing but suffer, while I got abused, and...and..." She trailed off, unable to finish her sentence. She sighed and turned slightly, so she could see the contract mark on her neck. A red circle with a black raven lying on its back with it's wings outstretched on a glowing sapphire blue pentacle. She sighed again and Klaus moved her hair so it covered the contract. He knows how self conscious she is about both of her marks. "He would be too ashamed to look at me if he knew." She shuddered, thinking about her past. "That, is why he mustn't know who I am."

"Yes, come on, let's get out of this room," Klaus says. He's like the parents she doesn't have anymore. And he'll be here forever, since she technically doesn't have the soul he wants anymore. It's currently resting in her ring, and he's in eternal servitude. She feels bad, but there is nothing that she could do to repay him. "Thank you," She whispered, following him out of the room.

Her and Ciel sat at the dining room table next to each other as their butlers served them a late lunch. "So, where were you two traveling to?" Ciel asked her.

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

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

"Business deals," She says. They finish up and move out to a sitting room.

"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, any way?" He asks.

"I own a company for making beverages, yes that includes alcoholic ones, and I was planning on expanding my business there. To be honest, it is hard running a business all by myself, ever since I had to fire 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, fake, half-smile on her face. "I had to fire him because I found out he was secretly running a business behind my back, and using the secret recipes I didn't let anyone but him and Klaus see. When I confronted him, he lied to my face, and disgraced my family name. Sadly I found out about his business after I told him I had something big I was planning, though I thankfully did not tell him what I was planning on doing. He said he'd find out what it was I was planning and make me seem like the fake, so I ordered him out," She says, taking yet another sip of her tea. "Can I tell you a secret?" She asked him, glancing up at his handsome face.

"If you wish," He said.

"Would you like to know what I am planning?" She asked, quickly glancing back down at her tea-cup when she saw his eye glance towards her's.

"Why would you willingly tell me that? You just met me." He asked.

"I just feel like I can trust you," She says tilting her head to the side slightly and looking into his blue eye, something she saw her mother do with her father often, before...you know.

"Okay, well, if you trust me that much..." He says, his eyes glancing around the room almost nervously. That is so adorable...

"My workers are working on this new thing. It will have a sweet flavor, almost like juice, but will be fizzy, like champagne. I'll call it soda," She says.
Ciel gets silent. She should not have told him. This is the thing she always told him she would create when she got older. She sighed.

"That sounds like it would be lovely product, Lady Charlotte," Sebastian says for him.

"Why, thank you. I've been thinking of this product for a long, long time," She shouldn't have said that either. Klaus checked his pocket watch and looked over at her.

"My, look at the time. My mistress and I should be retiring soon," He says, about to help her up.

"No, it is alright Klaus, I can go on my own, I will be fine," She said, standing up and walking out the door. She hung her head and walked down the hall until she got to her guest room. She sighed.

Suddenly, someone grabbed her from behind and put a cloth to her mouth and nose. She passed out.


She slowly opened her eyes and her vision was blurry. "Well, I see you have finally woken up," Someone says above the girl. She frantically tried to move her arms, but notices she is tied up, and there are shackles on her wrists and ankles. She blinks a few times and looks up, seeing her former co-worker, Augustus Reginald, above her.

Be strong, be strong, be strong. Be like Ciel. "What am I doing here?" She asks in a fierce tone. "Release me now!" She orders.

"Oh, and what are you going to do to make me?" He asks in a mocking tone. "Order your little butler to do your bidding again?"

She growls, well not really, that's unladylike, but she does in her head. "Release me now, or I shall reign hell on you for the rest of your pathetic life!" She screams.

"Why would I, when I am having much more fun watching you scream like an animal? And anyway, you have not given me information I want on the product you are working on," He says, tapping the end of the revolver in his hand on her forehead. "What it that?" He asks, moving her hair out of the way, showing her contract mark.

She swiftly moved her head so it was blocking his vision from her mark. "Why would I tell filth like you anything about my company?" She spat and he kicked her in her stomach.

"Don't talk to me like that!" He shouted like a child, kicking her again in the stomach. "Now tell me! What." Kick. "Are." Kick. "You." Kick. "Planning?!" He landed one last, swift kick to her side.

"None of your business!" She yelled. He grabbed her chin roughly and forced her to look into his eyes.

She smirked slightly. "What do you have to smirk about?!" She slowly moved her head and showed him the glowing mark on her neck. He gasped. "Holy..."

"Oh, quite the contrary," She said in a mocking-tone, tilting her head to the side slightly, so he could get a better view of the glowing pentacle and raven. "You see, it'd be more like...unholy," She said, still smirking. "Klaus, I order you to come get me. Bring Sebastian if you need."

"Mumbling to yourself won't make matters any better," Augustus said, throwing her head down on the hard floor, most likely giving the young girl a concussion, yet effectively making her black out.

....

"I wonder what that crashing noise was," The young Earl says, standing up and walking to the guest room she's staying in. "Lady Charlotte?" He asked. He walked in and from the light of the moon he saw the bed still perfectly made and uncrumpled, and the window shattered open. "Sebastian! Klaus! Come quickly!" He called.

They were there in a matter of seconds. Ciel hears a gasp. "Oh no, my master!" Klaus said.

"Don't worry, Sebastian will help you locate her," The young Earl said.

They quickly traveled, the young master coming with, since Sebastian had to watch over him. "Stay in here, young master, and I will take care of it," His demon said.

"No, I am coming with you," He said.

"As you wish, my Lord," he said picking him up and carrying him into the building. He and Klaus had to fight off many people trying to kill them. They walked up to the door in which the older of the three demons thought she was being held in. "Stay here." Sebastian said.

"Fine," The youngest demon grumbled.

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

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

"Vivian," The young demon muttered softly, walking to her side.

"So you found out?" She asked with a tear in her eye. He could only see her one eye, since the other was covered with her blonde bangs. "I tried so hard to keep it from you," she said weakly.

"Why? What did I do?" He asked, placing his hand on her's as Klaus carried her out.

"I'll...I'll tell you later," she said before passing out again.


She woke up hours later, after Klaus fixed up her wounds. She woke up, with the young demon's hand in her's. "Oh, hi Ciel," She said softly, looking over at him.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

"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 is helping," She says smiling very faintly.

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

"You couldn't know. If you knew what had happened those years, 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 started sitting up. He placed a hand on her back and helped her up. "What are you doing? You are not supposed to be doing anything until you heal properly," He said, obviously worried.

"I need to show you," She said. Her hands reach up behind her and trying to grasp the buttons on the back of her night-gown. "Would you help me?" She asked with a faint blush on her cheeks.

"I-uh.." He said, his hands slowly reaching up to the row of buttons on the back of her night-gown. His fingers fumbled with them, but he still got them all undone, exposing her pale, soft back. He softly placed his hand on her back and ran it up and down. She sighed and closed her eyes. Slowly something soft and feathery appeared under his hand. He gasped. "A-Are these...wings?" He looked again and saw they were black.

"Yes," she said softly. "I'm an Angel of Darkness. But that's not all..." She took his hand and softly placed it on her side, in her night-gown. He looked down and saw it. Her brand. It was a red circle (since it was burnt on, it's a burn..) with a weird symbol in it. "I was held captive for three years...three years in which I suffered while they...they..." She wasn't able to finish.

"You don't have to tell me anything you don't feel comfortable telling me," He said softly, thinking about the day he discovered she was gone.

"Thank you," she says, making her wings disappear again. "I thought if I didn't tell you, or try contacting you, I'd stop thinking about you, and I could stop feeling so much pain and sadness every time I woke up in the morning. But, as always, I was wrong, and now I am left with my pain, sadness, and the promise that I'm going to live forever." He slowly started running his fingers softly over her back again, making her shiver. His eyes widened when he figured out what she meant.

"...Wait, you're immortal now?" He asked. She nodded as she squeezed her eyes shut and tears streamed down her cheeks.

He slowly turned her around so she was facing him. He wiped the tears from her cheeks and hugged her close to him as more tears fell down her cheeks. "So am I," He said pulling back and brush the tears from her face again.

She looked up at him her with wide, watery, eyes. "I love you. I think I always have," she says. She looked away and laid back down, resting her head on the pillow.

He sighed. "I love you too," He said and she gasped slightly.

"Really?" She asked, turning over and looking back at him.

"Why would I say it if I didn't mean it?" He said, getting up and walking to the side of the bed in which she was laying on. He lightly caressed her cheek with his thumb. She slowly drifted off to sleep, and he lightly kissed her pale forehead.


A/N: Okay~ This story, is actually going to be in modern time, but for the first few (Maybe 5 or 6 or 7..) chapters, it'll be back in the 1800s, more to build up the relationship, and SHET.

Oh yeah, I changed my username on here, because I don't only read Hunger Games FanFictions, I now read MLP, Frozen, The Hunger Games, Kuroshitsuji, Corpse Party, Attack on Titan, Blue Exorcist, and Pretty Little Liars FanFictions. Also, minty oreos sounds bloody amazing. *Drools*

Also, since I'm shit at describing things, the cult-thing that captured Vivian is called 'The Nine Angles' look 'em up, and you'll see her brand.

Welp. That's it for this chapter~

See ya in the next one, lovies~