A/N: *Sigh* I guess the chapters were quite boring that I should go on the flow to romance now...hehehehe...but that will be soon, But for now, enjoy this chapter...!

Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji! The OCs were mine.. ^_^

Chapter 4: The Insane Doctor and his Beloved doll Part II

Italics– flashbacks

Normal Font – Narration

"Father! Don't. That was mother's memento. Don't throw it away!" Pleaded a 12 year old boy with tears brimming down in his cheeks. His father glared down at him and punched him in the face gripping the medallion.

"What memento? You rascal! I told you to forget about your damn mother! Have you forgotten about what she just did to us?" The boy remembered that his mother left them for another man that caused his father to end up in a drunken state.

"But…I still believe that mother will come back. She will come back!" The boy's visible red mark on his cheek made the adult fume and he kicked the boy in the stomach. He yelped in pain from his father's boots.

"Such a worthless son! If you don't want to live in this goddamn house then get out of here!" He barked and stormed away from the room. The bottles of whisky and beers were sprawled down on the wooden floor.

The boy rubbed his swollen stomach and coughed out blood. It was always the same. He was always beaten by his father repeatedly whenever he got drunk or was perhaps in a sour mood. He took the dirtied medallion and leaned it against his chest. He didn't understand why his mother left them. She told him that she loved them but why?

He took a pail of water and rinsed his face to remove the excess blood and dirt on his cheek. He then wiped his wet face with a clean towel that hung on a nail against the wall.

The boy's eyes were blank as he left their small house clenching the medallion in his right fist. The informal settlers didn't notice them in the dirt road. The rain kept pouring down from the gray clouds. He looked up at the endless rain and he couldn't help but despise the world because of how miserable his life was.

He ignored the lewd men asking him to hang out with them and even tried to grab and touch him. He had a sharp sense as he quickly ran away from them towards the city.

Passersby from different classes ignored him as he soaked in the rain. A young noble girl threw something in a garbage bin and left with her hand maiden. The boy looked closely towards the garbage bin and saw a…doll.

The small doll had curly red hair, porcelain skin and glassy emerald eyes that sparkled. The boy seemed to feel something towards the object. It was as if he wanted to keep it. He gently grabbed the abandoned doll and hugged it against his chest.

Looking at the strange doll again, the boy couldn't help but feel at ease and wanted to keep it for himself. He had no friends in the first place, so he decided that the doll would become his only best friend.

"From now on, I'll call you…Anne." He muttered and left from the crowds, clinging the object to his chest possessively.

While his father was away the boy would always play and talk with his 'new friend' Anne. Although the doll couldn't speak, he could connect with the object through his 'heart and mind'. He 'loved' the doll Anne more like a sister and a mother. A few weeks later, he brought home old books that he stole from the book shop and read them to his doll Anne. He was comfortable towards Anne. He would usually read advanced books and write out mathematical formulas to occupy himself.

When he tucked himself into bed, he would sleep beside his beloved doll Anne and hold her possessively.

"I love you, Anne. Don't leave me alone." He muttered and kissed the doll's hair.

His father arrived back from a brothel to check and see if his son had finally left the house. He decided that if his son left their house, he would continue his relationship with his partner; a female prostitute at the brothel and destroy the house.

But when he checked the boy's room, he saw something that made his blood boil with both anger and humiliation.

He saw his only son combing a doll's hair affectionately and it disgusted him. He didn't raise his son to be a 'Nancy boy'! He couldn't believe what he had seen.

"What the hell are you doing? You little scum!" The boy flinched as he saw his angry father with balled up fists. The man yanked his son away and took the offensive object.

The boy's arm tried to reach out to his beloved doll Anne. "Father! Don't! Don't hurt Anne! She's my best friend!" He cried. The man looked at his son's teary eyed face and it disgusted him even more.

"You're best friend? Don't make me laugh! Throw this thing away! Little boys don't do such things! Playing with dolls is only for girls! Not boys!" He scolded him harshly.

The boy rubbed his teary eyes with his arm. "I don't care. Anne makes me feel special. She didn't leave me just like mother so please…don't throw her away!" He begged his father.

But the man didn't hear him. His other eye noticed smoke coming from the fireplace. He smirked darkly as he went to the furnace with the doll in his hand. The boy's eyes widened as his father threw the doll into the fire. The flames caught the doll's hair and small, porcelain arm and ears.

"No! Anne!" The boy ran towards the burning doll. His father just stared at him with surprise and disgusts. Despite the thing already being burned, his idiotic son still saved it. How foolish.

The boy ignored his burning hand and quickly saved his 'best friend.' However, the once beautiful, porcelain doll had turned hideous. Half of its face was broken and its skin was horribly burned. Its glassy eyes had popped out of its artificial sockets and its dress had become charred and torn. The boy became frantic and didn't know what to do. He needed to find a replacement body for his beloved Anne. The doll was precious to him and he didn't want to throw her away like its previous owner had done to her.

Hugging the destroyed doll, the boy muttered softly into its ear. "Don't worry Anne. I'll find you another body. I will find a way…wait for me." He said in a dark tone. He decided to leave their house for good, not bothering to leave a letter to his bastard father.

15 years later, the boy had turned into a man as he studied hard and was adopted by one of the professors at the University. The old professor found him very intelligent as he decided to accept him and gift him with a new name: Baldwin Carlton. Baldwin graduated with an M.D. degree eventually becoming a doctor.

Everyone admired and envied him because of his intelligence, but some doubted him due to his mysterious and eccentric personality. He would frequently be alone reading about alchemy and the occult, including talking to an ugly doll.

He was appointed as a physician in Internal medicine and most of his patients were females. One time, a nurse found him sexually harassing a female patient and even threatening her. The authorities caught him, and the director of the Royal London Hospital fired him for his lewd actions. However, Dr. Carlton just laughed it off and vowed that he would come back and kill them all, the doctors and nurses becoming quite unsettled form his threats.

While living in a dark and old building, he decided that he would proceed with his plan to revive his beloved Anne. So, he kidnapped young girls from different classes to steal their hearts to fit into the tattered doll. He would first begin with sexual assault eventually killing the girls and then proceeding with the heart extraction. When he took the heart, he would then place the organ on the doll's chest, genuinely surprised when his doll wouldn't move an inch.

Glaring at the dead girl, he covered her mutilated body with plastic and disposed of it in a nearby dumpsite, repeating the same routine the next night. He wouldn't stop until his beloved doll, Anne was able to walk and speak like a human. He loved the doll so much and devoted his entire existence to it.

Even if blood had to be spilled and organs mutilated, he didn't give a damn.

Lizzy and the authorities were shocked and disgusted by his story. How could he commit such heinous crimes for the sake of a soulless doll?

"Inspector, this man is mad." One of the policemen commented after hearing the criminal's story. Aberline grit his teeth. He had to end this madness before the man wiped out every female child in London.

"Dr. Carlton, as per order by Her Majesty, you are under arrest for the kidnapping and murders of several local children. Gentlemen!" Quickly, his men ducked when the doctor fired another bullet. Lizzy quickly hid behind the pillar again and thought of a plan. She had to do something to save the victim and stop the doctor. Her emerald eye glanced at the policemen and then Inspector Aberline.

I have to do something. But how? She thought. Closing her eyes, she decided to do a reckless action to take down the criminal from behind. The young girl swiftly ran towards the doctor with her sword, wounding his arm with the blade. He yelped in pain glaring at the girl who had struck him. To her surprise, the man grabbed her neck with his arm, placing his scalpel upon her slender neck. Her slim figure was pressed against his as she instantly became stiff with fear .

Inspector Aberline and a few policemen were slightly surprised that the Midford girl had been so easily caught by the criminal.

"Lady Elizabeth!" Aberline yelled. The girl ground her teeth. She couldn't believe that she had actually been caught during her attack. Closing her eyes, she felt so weak.

The doctor laughed. "Look at you." He referred to Elizabeth as he gripped her slim body tightly with his strong left arm, a smirk curving across his lips. "Judging from that fearful look in your eyes, you are the same as all other women. Weak. You thought that you could actually catch me after wounding my arm? Think again, bitch!"

He lightly dragged the blade against her skin, a thin trail of blood oozing down her neckline from the assault. He then lowered his head down toward her neck and traced his tongue along the fresh wound. Elizabeth was sickened when she felt the wetness brushing against her neckline. She vowed to kill him for the action once she was finally free from his grasp.

Aberline didn't hesitate as he pointed his pistol at Dr. Carlton's forehead. "Let her go or I'm going to fire!" He warned him.

The man laughed maniacally. "Try it! You scum! And this pretty lady will meet her end." He countered back.

Elizabeth snapped and seemed to have a plan. "Inspector! Shoot him!" She ordered.

The men were surprised as well as Dr. Carlton. "Lady Elizabeth! Are you daft?" The Inspector shouted. He knew that if he were to do such a thing, then he would risk harming her and his reputation would be subsequently tarnished.

The girl shook her head. "Don't worry about me. Just shoot him! I believe in you, Inspector. You can do it!" She encouraged him. The authorities were touched by Lady Elizabeth's words. Even though she was the standing Watchdog, she still believed in their officer in charge.

The Inspector was speechless, but he could see her determination. God, please protect Lady Elizabeth. He prayed, his fingers ready to press the trigger, causing the doctor's eyes to widen from the maneuver.

"Hey! You're not serious about firing on me are ya? This lady will die if you fire!" He warned.

Elizabeth frowned at him and glared at the Inspector. "Just do it! There is no time!" She shouted.

Finally, the revolver fired and the bullet hit the doctor's forehead. Elizabeth immediately gripped the man's forearm, pushing it forward away from the flesh of her neck . She noticed that her neck continued to bleed. Her gloved hand covered her wounded neck and she was glad that the cut was not too deep. Even though it was painful, she endured the pain for a while.

Dr. Carlton's eyes blinked as he reached out to his beloved lifeless doll as his life vanished.

One of the police officers checked his pulse and looked at the Inspector. "Inspector, he's dead." Aberline sighed in relief and ordered his men inside.. The policemen were disgusted by the awful smell, horrid figurines, displayed fetuses and other organs in tubes but knew they had no choice. It was their job.

Inspector Aberline carried the unconscious victim and covered her naked body with a spare cloth in his arms while the wounded Elizabeth followed him behind.

Finally, the case was over.

The other policemen took everything from Dr. Carlton's laboratory as well as his corpse. There was only one object left in the blank and dark room.

The doll, Anne, sat alone in a small chair in the darkness, staring lifelessly into empty space.

Royal London Hospital

A red-headed female figure quickly ran to the emergency room ignoring the fellow doctors and nurses perplexed looks towards her. She took a deep breath as her arms pushed open the twin doors revealing an unknown unconscious girl in a bed and her brother-in-law's niece. Elizabeth Midford sat in the hospital bed as the nurse bandaged her wounded neck. When the nurse noticed the red headed figure, she excused herself and closed the door.

"My darling! Are you alright?" She was extremely frantic when she found out that her beloved niece-in-law was in the hospital after encountering a criminal. She couldn't believe it.

The blonde young girl replied. "I'm fine, Madam Red. I just need to rest." The woman sat beside her with a worried look. She wore all red including her hair and dress. She was Ciel's aunt and a licensed physician at the Royal London Hospital, Baroness Angelina Durless.

"I have heard from the rumors that you were actually appointed by Her Majesty as Ciel's replacement. Is this true?" She wanted confirmation about her niece's involvement in the dirty job as the Queen's Watchdog.

Elizabeth closed her emerald eyes. "Unfortunately, Madam Red, it is true." She said sadly.

Madame Red could sense the girl's reluctance of her new duty. "Elizabeth, I don't understand. Why you? I have raised you as a delicate young lady but why did it turn out like this?" She was concerned deeply for the young Midford girl and treated her as her own daughter. Being the Queen's Watchdog was a heavy burden as she had witnessed how her nephew, Ciel Phantomhive experienced it.

"I have no choice, Madam Red. I don't want to defy the Queen's Orders. She saw something in me. That's why she appointed me as one of her agents. I suppose…this was my destiny." She leaned against the woman's chest and sobbed quietly. "I'm sorry, Madam Red. I guess…I won't become like you." She muttered. Elizabeth always wished to become a graceful noble lady just like Madam Red, her role model. But she was destined to be with her sword. To protect someone that is precious to her.

"I understand. But I think the you right now is better."

Elizabeth looked at her with a confused look. "Huh?"

Madam Red giggled. "What I mean, my darling, is that you don't have to be a refined lady to be able to please your husband." She took her hand gently and smiled at her. "Just be yourself and it will be fine. I know that Ciel won't hate you no matter what you are." She advised her. Elizabeth blushed and smiled. Madam Red was a person who was very precious to her so she would not fail her. She would soon become Ciel's wife and protect him with all of her might.

The girl groaned from the bed and Elizabeth quickly snapped out of her thoughts. "Madam Red, s he's finally awake." While looking at the freckled-face girl, she concluded that the girl was a commoner.

Both females went to the conscious girl's bed and smiled when she finally opened her dark emerald eyes.

"How do you feel?" Madam Red asked the girl softly.

The girl rose from her bed and looked at them cautiously. Lizzy noticed that the girl doubted their existence and smiled gently. "We're not enemies. Scotland Yard and I found you in the old building." She explained.

The girl's eyes widened. "That awful man. Where is he?" She asked in a nervous tone.

Elizabeth looked at Madam Red then to the girl. Her serious expression flustering the commoner. "He's dead. And don't worry about it. You're safe now." She brushed the girl's dry red hair gently.

The girl felt relieved once mysterious girl told her that her kidnapper was dead. She also claimed that she saved her. Taking a good look at the mystery girl, she had very pretty blonde hair, fair skin and a very pretty face. She could possibly be a noble. Sighing, she looked at the Midford girl. "Thank you so much for rescuing me. I need to go back to my house before my mother scolds me." She got up from the bed and Madam Red aided her.

Elizabeth shook her head. "No. You have to rest for a while. It's already dark and your family is sleeping right now, I'm sure. So how about I escort you tomorrow morning?" She suggested.

The freckle faced girl blushed and bowed to her. "Milady, forgive me, but I have to decline your offer. I am just a mere commoner and I don't have the privilege to-"

She was cut off when Elizabeth replied. "Even if we are in a different status, we are all human. So please accept my offer to escort you back home." She said in a serious tone.

Madam Red just smiled at her niece. She had been raised well by the Marchioness.

The commoner girl was just speechless. For the first time in her life, she had encountered a pure-hearted noble girl.

Silence engulfed the room as Elizabeth spoke. "May I ask your name?"

The commoner girl blushed. "My name is Matilda Pots. Please to meet you, Lady…"

"Elizabeth. But you can call me Lizzy." Elizabeth just smiled at the girl.

Matilda grinned at the other girl. "Yes. Thank you…Lady Elizabeth."

The Next day

Jim finally finished the tasks the previous night. He was so sleepy that he could barely get out of bed. The young man rose from his bulky mattress and grabbed his slippers.

"Morning, Luka." He greeted his little brother but there was no reply.

He blinked his cerulean eyes and sighed. At that hour, his little brother was not around. He sat on an empty seat and ate his breakfast which consisted of bread and water.

He twitched. He was getting sick of always eating bread. Just bread, bread and more bread!

Kicking the seat with annoyance, he put on his usual brown jacket and his hat leaving the house to find something different to eat.

As he was walking in the dirt road, the informal settlers ignored his presence as they passed. Checking the time, he decided to go to the shoe shop to start his regular job.

He passed by Matilda's brothers who were not in a good mood and ignored his presence. Jim decided to ignore them as well and proceed to the shoe shop. He didn't quite get along with his best friend's siblings. They were rude and very arrogant toward others, especially to him. Back when he was just a child, they constantly bullied him and his little brother because they didn't have parents.

Elizabeth and Matilda sat silently as the carriage moved towards the girl's home. The blonde girl noticed that Matilda seemed very nervous.

"Are you alright?" She asked the girl.

The red-headed girl jolted from her thoughts and shook her head. "It's nothing, Lady Elizabeth." She assured.

The blonde girl didn't buy her excuses, however. "I know that there is really something wrong. Tell me." She pleaded with a gentle tone.

Matilda noticed the noble girl's worried look and sighed in defeat. "I'm worried about my mother's reaction." She revealed. She avoided the subject about her mother being a horrible woman, who didn't care about her existence and treated her harshly.

Elizabeth smiled. "I think your mother will be worried for you. She may have been looking for you while you were gone." Matilda was saddened. Her mother looking for her was far more different from how she viewed mother.

They halted at a small house and Matilda's hands were cold as ice. She was nervous about what would to happen to her. The informal settlers noticed a grand carriage with a look of awe. Elizabeth escorted the girl to her home ignoring the lower class people's glares and scrutiny.

She gently knocked on the door, the object finally opening to reveal a bulky, chubby woman in her mid-50s with an angry look on her face. The woman spared her daughter an angry gaze.

"You stupid girl! Where have you've been, huh! Where is the money?" She yanked the girl's braided hair and began to scold her, pinching her ears and her forearms. Elizabeth was surprised at how harsh the woman was being to her own daughter.

Matilda gritted her teeth and endured the front of Elizabeth. Why did it have to be this way? She was traumatized after being kidnapped, had been missing for a whole night, and her good-for-nothing mother could only berate her instead of offer comfort and ask if she was alright.

She looked at the stunned blonde girl while she tried to restrain her mother. "L-Lady Elizabeth. Please leave. And I'm sorry f-for what you have seen." She said apologetically.

The old woman glared at the noble lady. "Yes. Leave now! You nobles are just an eyesore here! Just get out!" She growled and looked at her sobbing daughter. "And you! You're not going to eat with your brothers and sisters this entire week after you left last night without telling us were you were."

But Elizabeth was not the type to leave after seeing how the woman treated Matilda. "Ma'am, I think you have been mistaken. Your daughter was kidnapped last night so you don't have to be so rude to her." She lectured old woman.

Her blood boiled as she was lectured. "You! Don't meddle here! You pesky noble! And what are you talking about her being kidnapped? You're telling lies!"

Elizabeth shook her head. "I'm not lying. She was indeed kidnapped." She said calmly.

The old woman didn't believe her. As if she would believe a noble's words. They were all full of themselves. Of course they would make up stories about rescuing a filthy commoner. They're all bunch of idiots

"Just get out of here! Noble! And don't ever show your goddamn face here ever again!" She warned and slammed the door in the blonde girl's face.

"Wait!" Elizabeth shouted and knocked on the door again.

The Midford driver waited patiently behind his mistress. "Is everything alright, Lady Elizabeth?" He asked.

Elizabeth shook her head. "Let's go back to the manor. We're wasting our time here." She said while rubbing the bandage around her slim neck. She glanced at the worn house and couldn't help but become worried for the other girl.

"So…I'm hired?" Jim asked the owner. Mr. Albert nodded while writing something on his desk.

"Yes. You're hired now. Congratulations, Mr. Macken. Please continue your duties from last night." He said while writing. Jim was filled with happiness. He finally had a job.

Jim worked from morning and until night daily while the owner was away or bookkeeping at his desk. Mr. Albert was impressed by Jim's hard work, though he didn't show it.

As Jim worked in the shoe shop, Luka was with a perverted nobleman who seemed to gain sick pleasure from abusing young men's bodies. The dirty old man wrapped his arm around the poor boy's slim shoulders, muttering dirty words to him in the carriage as they made their way to his mansion. Although, Luka didn't really want to do such filthy work, he had no other choice. He needed money, and he couldn't depend on his big brother. So even if it was against his conscience, he needed to sell his virgin body.

At last that it was nighttime, Jim placed the tools back onto the shelves retrieved his jacket and hat. "Mr. Albert, I'm going home." He announced but the owner didn't reply. Mr. Albert had told him earlier that he would stay overnight in his shop.

"That's strange." He thought and decided to leave, but then halted when he heard a feminine moan from the other side of the room. He shook his head and decided to ignore the strange noise, but then he suddenly heard it again. His forehead began to sweat and deep inside he wanted to explore it. Slowly, he went toward the room and he leaned against the wall to hide himself. Clearing his throat, his eye glanced at the two individuals humping against each other in a chair. He was shocked, flustered and above all…disgusted.

A woman with her hair tied in a bun and who was clearly a prostitute wore only a corset as she pressed her body against the old man's naked body.

Mr. Albert? I can't believe he's this kind of person. He thought. The owner's wrinkled hand was massaging the woman's upper thigh and his bearded face was buried against her huge pale chest. The prostitute moaned allowing herself to be touched by the old man. After all, the owner paid her a lot of pounds just for him to be sexually satisfied.

Jim could no longer stand to watch the perverse action and quietly left the shop.

What a day.

A/N: This will be rated M soon and I hope you guys review! Jim and Elizabeth will meet soon in the next chapter so wait for it. ^_^

To vampslaying101, thank you girl, for cleaning this! I truly loved it!