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"C-Charlotte?!" Alois repeated with wide eyes.

The young woman that Alois was addressing had Charlotte's voice but she certainly didn't look like Charlotte.

"Daddy! It's me!" Charlotte cried as she ran to Alois with open arms.

Alois caught her and she embraced him warmly, but Earl Trancy's eyes remained wide as his shock turned to horror.

Alois pried Charlotte off of him and his brow knit together in disbelief as he took in her appearance and mumbled under his breath, "Charlotte…my dear Charlotte…what have you done?!"

Charlotte had given all of her money to Madam the previous evening.

It had taken all night, but Madam had performed the service which Charlotte had requested.

Madam had made Charlotte into who Charlotte wanted to be.

Charlotte had thick, lustrous hair, that was a beautiful bluenette color mixed with just a few stray strands of raven-black…but that was all gone now.

Instead, Charlotte's hair was now a sickly yellow color, all of the life had been leached out of it, instead of its usual volume and shine, it drooped around her shoulders in tattered, brittle strings.

Bleaching techniques can be dicey in the modern world, but in the Victorian era, they were primitive at best.

Charlotte's pupils were dilated to an unnatural size and when Alois looked into them, he realized their color had changed, from their original Phantomhive blue, to now a murky shade somewhere between turquoise and yellow.

Alois didn't even notice Charlotte's new purple and gold dress, he was too worried about the fact that though she was looking right at him, she appeared to not be able to see him.

"Oh Charlotte, what have you done?!" Alois cried.

Charlotte looked past Alois as if she were blind while she smiled bitterly and spoke, "I've made myself more like you, Daddy. You've always said I'll always be your little girl. I will! I'll always belong to you." Charlotte said defiantly, swallowing thickly as she set her jaw.

Alois frowned as he looked at the devastated twin.

Charlotte had bleached her hair and dyed her eyes…..to look more like him?

Was that how badly, how deeply this had disrupted Charlotte's life?

The nearby noise of a violent bar fight interrupted Alois's thoughts and he grabbed Charlotte's hand, staring to lead her out of that terrible place. "My little one, you're right. You will always be my dear, sweet Charlotte, but doing all of this doesn't make that any truer."

Charlotte and Alois made it out of the brothel and Alois managed to find a man who was on his way home that could fix the carriage wheel.

Alois overpaid for the service but he didn't care, the blonde was in a hurry to get Charlotte to a doctor and see if her eyesight could be saved.

"Your mother's going to be very upset when she sees you like this." Alois reprimanded Charlotte gently.

Charlotte clammed up and crossed her arms, staring into the distance as she hissed, "That woman is not my mother."

Alois's soft expression vanished.

Charlotte blinked as she watched the man she so desperately declared to be her true father scowl at her.

Alois had an abundant amount of patience with Ciel and their children, but Charlotte was wearing it thin very quickly.

"Charlotte," Alois said in a curt voice.

Suddenly, the bold defiance vanished from the eldest twin's face.

"Yes, Father?" Charlotte asked meekly.

"I've had just about enough of this! You have no idea the pain that you've caused your mother and I, and yes, that woman is your mother! You'll tell me no different! I may not have been the one that put you in the womb but I watched you leave it! Regardless, you are my daughter and no amount of bleach or blood will change that. Now get in the carriage, sit down, shut up, and do as I say!"

Alois's voice grew louder and louder as he disciplined his surly teenager, the look of rage in his eyes would have been frightening for any youngster, and Charlotte was practically cowering down by the time Alois finished speaking.

Charlotte nodded obediently as she scrambled into the carriage, "Y-Yes, Father."

"That's better." Alois said with a sigh as he climbed in beside his eldest daughter and had the driver set a course for the nearest skilled physician.

Alois looked worried and irritated but Charlotte smiled softly, even though her vision was gone and Alois had just shouted at her.

"I love you, daddy." Charlotte said quietly, keeping her smile.

Alois just sighed again and rubbed his temples.

Alois or Sebastian her father, what did it matter?

Charlotte was certainly Ciel's child, alright.

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The Trancy carriage had to cross back towards the better part of town before a reputable doctor could be located.

Once they finally arrived, Alois led Charlotte inside and sat in a wooden chair while the man took Charlotte into his examination room and began his work.

Alois leaned down and put his forearms on his thighs as he thought anxiously.

There was no way to tell what concoction, what drug, what chemical, or…..who knows what, had been poured into Charlotte's eyes.

Alois's poor baby…

In fact, poor Alois!

Charlotte may permanently lose her sight, but Alois knew that if she did, there was a likely chance that both he and Sebastian would lose much more than that once Ciel found out.

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While Alois was tracking down, rescuing, and taking Charlotte to medical care, Ciel was sharing a tense evening alone with Sebastian in her room.

The bluenette was still angry beyond words with her butler but Sebastian didn't seem bothered.

Sebastian stood in Ciel's room, grinning at her quietly for a good fifteen minutes before he broke the silence.

"It was not I who spoke to the twins, young master." Sebastian quietly reminded Ciel.

Ciel didn't care.

"Don't you have anything better to do than stand here and aggravate me!?" Ciel snapped.

"I was just trying to keep you company, young master." Sebastian replied with a pleasant smile. "With Earl Trancy gone, I didn't want you to become lonely~."

"When have I ever become lonely?!" Ciel snapped.

"The manor is clean, the food is prepared for tomorrow, my duties for the day have been completed. If you wish for me to leave, just give me an order." Sebastian offered.

Ciel's scowl deepened.

Sebastian thought he was very clever, didn't he?

Did he really think that Ciel was dumb enough to send him prowling through the manor, with the children unattended, waiting for her to fall asleep?

Ciel's eyes widened.

Brilliant!

There was a job for Sebastian!

The children!

"Sebastian, this is your order. I want you to bring Isabel and Lucas to me immediately. Considering the circumstances, I'd feel much better if they remain in my sight for the evening." Ciel sniffed.

"Shall I not go and look for Lady Charlotte?" Sebastian frowned. "The streets of London are a dangerous place for a young lady and I'd really rather not leave the entire mission to—"

"I don't care what you would rather!" Ciel snapped. "You are my butler! I am your master! Bring Isabel and Lucas to me immediately!" Ciel roared.

Sebastian dropped his argument and bowed low, placing a hand obediently over his chest as he spoke, "Yes, my lady~."

Sebastian hid his smirk from Ciel as he turned on his heel and left.

While Sebastian walked down the hall, he chuckled to himself, "But you forget, Bocchan~, I may be the butler, but I'm the father too~."

Sebastian arrived at Isabel's room and opened her locked door easily with the manor's skeleton key.

Sebastian walked over to Isabel's bedside and peered down at his sleeping daughter, snuggled innocently on her pillow.

Sebastian watched her closely.

How he wished he had been able to raise her instead of Alois…..

How foolish he had been!

Sebastian wasn't just trying to irritate Ciel, he was genuinely worried about Alois botching his job and failing to find and protect Charlotte.

Sebastian still had every intention to pursue the blonde and come to his eldest daughter's aid….

But first, Sebastian had an order to carry out.

Sebastian lifted Isabel from her bed, careful not to wake her as he carried her out of her room and down the hall to Ciel.

Sebastian purred softly as Isabel laid her head against his chest in her sleep.

Sebastian glanced down at his daughter and whispered warningly, "If anything happens to your sister, the bumbling buffoon that you two call 'father' will pay the price, my dear~."

Isabel furrowed her brow in her sleep.

The youngest twin had no idea what was happening, but even in the depth of her heavy slumber, while she was carried in Sebastian's arms, another nightmare began…..

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Sebastian placed Isabel on Ciel's bed once he arrived at her room.

With Ciel scowling at him, Sebastian left and went to go complete Ciel's request by retrieving little Lucas.

Sebastian knocked on the small boy's door before he entered, "Master Lucas, your mother would—-"

When Sebastian stepped inside, he blinked as he was greeted by a dark, empty room.

Lucas was notorious for staying up late reading, but…..

He was never out of his room at such a late hour.

"Master Lucas?" Sebastian called as he began to walk around.

Nothing looked out of place, the bed was even made.

Sebastian checked the bathroom.

Sebastian checked the kitchen.

The parlor….

The dining room…..

The trophy room…

Sebastian began to quicken his pace and he ran from room to room until he had exhausted the entire manor in his search.

By the time Sebastian had finished his investigation, he was running down the hall.

Throwing open Ciel's door, Sebastian uncharacteristically burst into the room and the serious look on his face alarmed Ciel as she jumped at his sudden intrusion and asked, "Where's Lucas?!"

"Gone." Sebastian informed Ciel simply, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. "And so is Hannah."