GitaMerah asked if I could explain why Natasha's family is so intent on killing her. So here is a filler chapter explaining the family's relationship. You have to wait another week for revenge. Mwhahahahahaha!

Yvonne (Natasha's mother) never wanted to kill her daughter, she just wants her to be safe, hence the Faustian contract. Anya's reason for trying to remove her little sister is nothing more than an over blown, one-sided sibling rivalry. However, her father is whole other story.

I sat outside her room, cringing each time she screamed. The doctor and his assistants were constantly shouting and yelling. This did not happen when Anya was born. Something is very wrong. I cringed again as her scream echoed in the hall. I was happy my sister took my little girl to the theatre with her children while this was happening. The whole scenario would have traumatized her.

The screams continued well into the night, and then the room went silent. The silence startled me more than her first scream. The doctor came out with a serious look on his face. Prepared to face the worst, I walked over, "How is she?"

"She'll live and so will the child. Your new daughter is quite healthy."

"Oh, thank God."

"But there is a problem," he grunted.

"What do you mean?"

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Her womb was torn somehow during one of her contractions. We did what we could, but if she tries to have another child, not only will it die but so will she." The world went still as I tried to understand what he said. "She will need plenty of bed rest and I recommend you hire a nursemaid to take care of your daughter while your wife is indisposed." I just nodded, not really listening to him.

"You can see her now, sir," one of the assistants called bringing me back to my senses. I walked into the room and sat down next to Yvonne. She looked so peaceful, sleeping away her pain. I held her hand and watched contently as her chest rose and fell with her breaths. Another assistant brought a bundle over to me. "Here she is my lord, your new daughter."

Daughter…another large expense for me to deal with. My mind thought irrationally business-like. Not only has she robbed me of a chance to have a son, but she will also cost me another fortune to marry off. I looked at the detestable child and she peered back with soul piercing blue eyes. She had the same onyx hair and pale complexion as Yvonne, but those eyes matched neither of us. I asked the doctor, and he said that every so often a child didn't match the parents. I found that I did not mind, it gave me another reason for wanting to remove her from my life. Those eyes…it felt as if they could read me and everything I have ever done.

-#$#-

Using my contacts from my deals with the underground, I searched for someone who could take care of my problem. It took over half a year of searching and avoiding the Queens' guard dog to find someone who could find me a killer. The man offered me a deal and I accepted. In return for opium laced Indian girls for his little enterprise in the slums, he gave me the address of some girl called Jane.

I found her in the slums near the Thames, living in a flat right next to the river. I knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" a gruff voice answered from within.

"I'm a potential client. I have a job that requires your...special skills."

I heard a chain being undone followed by the door opening slightly. She looked out at me, "What makes you think I can help?"

"The Snake said you could take care of my problem."

"And what's your problem?"

"I need a child from one of the noble families permanently removed. You will receive 50 £ now and 50 once the job is done."

"Make it 75 and 75 and I'm in."
"55 and 60."

"Done." We shook hands and I gave her the details.

"I'll have it done in a month. Do you need any proof?"

I shook my head, "I'll know. And, when I do I'll meet you here to give you your second payment." I handed her 55 £ and left.

-#$#-

I spent the next month in India on business, giving Jane a chance to do her job. When I returned home, the manor was in chaos. Assuming that it meant she had succeeded, I asked what had happened. "A new maid tried to kill Miss Natasha the day before yesterday."

"Tried?"

"We assume she was caught by Amy (a/n: Amy was the nursemaid) because we found her standing over Amy's body with a knife. There was blood everywhere. She jumped out the window and ran away."

"Was this woman caught?

"Yes sir. They caught her last night."

I simply nodded and walked up to the nursery. Yvonne was sitting by the window watching Anya play with it. When Yvonne saw me, she threw herself into my arms and cried into my shoulder. The object of my fury was staring at us with her blue eyes as if she knew what my plans were. I suppressed a shudder as I comforted my wife.

-#$#-

The next day I rushed to the Tower and bribed my way past the guards and into her cell.

"What the hell happened? You are supposed to the best! How could you mess this up?" I shouted at her. She winced at the volume of my voice.

"Something went wrong."

"What?"

"Are you going to yell again or let me explain what happened?" I stopped pacing and nodded for her to continue. She sighed, "After the nurse put the girl down for a nap and left the room, I made my move. I went in, locked the door, and shut the curtains. I was hoping to suffocate her with a pillow. When I moved to cover her face her eyes opened. I swear those bright blue eyes saw through my soul. She didn't scream or cry, she just stared at me." The cold blooded murder shuddered, "I quickly covered her face and she didn't struggle."

"So, what went wrong?"

"The nurse rush back in like she forgot something. She saw me standing over the crib and started shouting. She tried to pull me away from the crib, I may have over reacted, but I pulled out my knife and plunged it down. She screamed, the servants came, and you know the rest."

I nodded my head appearing calm, but my mind was screaming, How could this have failed. Not only do I have to bother with this trial and try to keep my connection undiscovered, but I also have to find another person for the job. After a few more minutes of silence, I turned to leave when she grabbed my hand. "What will happen to me?" I moved my hand from form hers and walked to the door, "Don't worry. I'll take care of it." I left the cell and shut the door, leaving her in darkness.

-#$#-

At the trial I bribed the judge for an immediate execution. Upon hearing the verdict, the Killer Jane started at me with trepidation. I walked by her on my way out and whisper in her ear, "I can't very well let them know my part in this, now can I? Enjoy heaven."

She started shouting, "You bastard! I hope you rot in the hell you so proudly made. I hope everyone you trust turns on you! I hope…" TH last part was muffled as the guards dragged her back to prison. I sighed, Now I have to find a new person for the job. Maybe I should try to have her abducted first this time… I continued musing throughout the entire carriage ride home.

I entered the manor and saw my wife with the despicable creature in her arms. She was conversing with a tall man with black hair and a black tailcoat. I slipped behind her, "Good afternoon, Yvonne."

"Oh, William. Look Natasha, your father is back."

I grimaced. "Who is this?"

"This is…Thomas, Thomas Fitzgerald. He's Natasha's new caretaker. He will be perfect protection. He will keep her safe."She seemed extremely proud of finding someone to protect her child. I just smiled and let my wife have her dreams. Nodding to the new servant, I went up to my study.

I tried twice more to get rid of the nuisance, but everyone I hired disappeared. Not even the underground knew what happened to them. My thoughts kept going back to the man whom my wife claimed would protect her. He never left the girl's side becoming her tall shadow. But, I could never convince myself that he did it.

I gave up trying to kill her, but I never lost my hatred. Keeping my distance, I tried to find a young man I could marry her to as quickly as society allowed. Now after nearly eighteen years I would finally be rid of her. She is marrying the Longwood boy today, taking her out of my life forever.

And that brings up to date on her father's side of the story. If you are still confused you can group him with the people who blame their children for the women dying at childbirth and for being the product of rape. It is not fair or right, but that's how their minds work.

GitaMerah: I hope this explains their motives well enough. And don't worry, her revenge will be as sweet as can be for a Victorian Socialite.

Furballmews: I'm seriously glad you're enjoying the story. And thank you for the complement.

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EDIT: I feel dumb, i misspelled GitaMerah's name. It is fixed now but still... *hangs head in shame*