A.N. Yay, the last chapter. I actually finished a fanfic that wasn't entirely a PWP. Oh yeah, and I found out where I thought they had a car from. It was from the manga Gorgeous Carat. (I don't really want to change it now so it will stay as a car or you can pretend it's a carriage or whatever they have.)

The sound of locks clicking echoed threw out the room but went unheard by the couple lying heaped onto the small mattress. A few seconds later a large creak signified the door being open and several muffled curses filtered threw as Oscar fought with the sheer weight of it. Finally managing to get it open enough for him to fit half of his body threw he looked around the room for the two occupants. His eyes soon roamed over the bed and he felt his body freeze up in shock at what he was seeing. "What the hell!"

Loosing his grip on the door it slammed back down against him and sent him falling down the stairs to land in a heap in the slight curve of the stair well.

Back up in the room Cain shot out of bed and looked around wildly. Cautiously he wormed his way out of Riff's embrace and knelt down near the door. Lifting it up he peered down to the stairs to see Oscar sprawled across them. "What are you doing?"

Oscar jumped slightly and looked up at Cain who was still completely naked. "Oh, god, man! Put on some clothing! I'm scarred for life..." He held his head in his hands and pushed his palms into his eyes as though that would get rid of the images.

Cain blinked and then closed the door again. It's not as though it was his fault Oscar had walked in on them. "What is it?" He glanced back over at Riff who was sitting on the edge of the bed, cleaning himself off with one of the sheets. He grimaced at the sticky way his own body felt.

"Just Oscar. The door's open now." He cleaned himself off with one of the other sheets and started getting dressed along with Riff. His butler grabbed his tie off of the floor and graciously tied it for him, leaning in to kiss him gently as he did so. Right after he was threw tying it he went over and opened the door for him, acting as though nothing had happened.

Cain hid a small smile from him and went threw the door, leaving Riff to re-bolt it so Madam Hawthorn wouldn't know that they had escaped just yet. Oscar stood of to the side with a strange expression of his face as Cain walked by. "Just what the hell were you two doing up there?" He pretty much already knew the answer but for some reason felt the need to ask the question anyway.

The Count grinned mysteriously at him. "What are you talking about, Oscar?"

He sputtered in inability to come up with a proper response to that question. "But I...you...and he...Oh forget it!" He shoved his hands into his pockets and began muttering to himself about something or other.

"Did you get anything out of Madam Hawthorn?" Oscar stopped muttering long enough to glare at him.

"No. She had her butler throw me out after the first ten minutes and then had her head gardener chase me with a rake." Cain heard Riff make a small noise behind them but when he looked back his face was expressionless.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs Cain felt an arm wrap around his waist and glanced over his shoulder at Riff who held his finger to his lips and made a shushing sound. Soon footsteps were heard coming down the hall that stopped not to far away. Rough whispered voices reached his ears and he had to hold his breath in order to fully hear them. "Is Silvia still in south tower?"

"No, Madam. We brought her to the bathing quarters just as always."

"What! With those two running around? Who cares if they're locked up in the north tower! I don't trust them! Now hurry up and get her back to the south tower!"

"Yes Madam." Soon the sets of footsteps faded away in several directions and it was all right for them to move again.

"Well at least now we know where she is." Cain peaked around the corner before heading down the south hallway, not bothering to answer to Oscar's comment. Several times the three of them had to dart into random nooks and crannies to hide from the overabundance of servants in the manor.

The further south they went the seemingly more servants appeared. They must either be getting closer or it was some sort of strange freakish coincidence. Though that seemed to be highly unlikely. Cain looked around them and smirked to himself as he made and executive decision.

Suddenly he turned around, grabbed Oscar, and shoved him into a group of servants. Causing them all to fall over and Oscar to yell in surprise. Quickly he latched onto Riff's wrist and darted down the hall with him as the servants scrambled to keep up. Darting into a room he shut the door just as they ran past it. Thinking that they had continued down the hallway.

Sighing in relief Cain turned around froze suddenly. Behind Riff was a young woman that was staring at them in shock. She was wearing nothing more than a white towel and was dripping wet. The sound of the water splashing in the bathtub was still heard behind her.

Cain lifted his hands up in surrender and talked soothingly yet hurriedly to her. "Now listen, we didn't--" He was cut off by the girl's scream.

She ran back and picked up a random object off of the vanity and chucked it at him. "Who are you! What are you doing here!" Riff stood in front of Cain and protected him from flying objects she was hurling at them.

"We didn't mean to!" He heard yelling outside the door and leaned against it as someone tried to open it. Riff grabbed the girl and covered her mouth with his hand as she struggled to get free.

"What's going on in there!" There was a thud as a body hit the door and slid down to the floor. Oscar's voice filtered threw soon after. "Cain! How dare you use me as a scrape goat!" Cain sighed I relief and opened the door to let him in. Oscar pushed him up against the wall and glared at him. "Cain!"

Riff leaned down and whispered into the girls ear about staying quiet and getting dressed as the two yelled at each other in the background. Silvia huffed and grabbed her cloths before hiding back behind the shower curtain and getting dressed. Once she was done she stepped out and cleared her throat. The others continued to ignore her completely and she glared at them evilly before throwing another vase near the vicinity of Count Cain's head.

They stopped bickering immediately and looked back at her bewilderedly, Oscar getting off of Cain and laughing nervously.

Cain looked at Riff and nodded, communicating wordlessly about what he wanted. Riff picked up Silvia and slung her over his shoulder as Cain opened the door and made a mad dash down the hallway with Riff and Oscar trailing after him. He could hear several voices yelling loudly behind him along with many sets of footsteps speeding after them.

Rounding several corners he hoped that he was taking the right ones and that they would eventually lead them to the outside. Hopefully close to where Riff had parked the car.

Silvia was in the meantime screaming her head off and kicking wildly at Riff who only tightened his grip on her and hurried faster after his master.

After several minutes Cain turned another corner and had to dodge to the side to avoid running over the Manor's butler.

Oscar was unfortunately not so lucky and wasted several moments untangling himself from the old man.

Running further he saw an open door that apparently lead to the Court Yard as he stumbled threw it.

The four of them ran into the garden running over several patches of flowers as they did so. Finding a semi secluded spot behind a large patch of trees and bushes they dove down behind them and hushed Silvia as a whole mass of servants swarmed the area searching for them.

Cain looked at Riff again and he nodded as he handed Silvia over to him. He covered her mouth with his hand and held her arms to her side, wincing as she kicked him rather hard.

Meanwhile, Riff crouched down and then ran along the trail off bushes, disappearing behind them to go and retrieve their car.

At the front of the Manor Madam Hawthorn exited threw the doors and began screaming at her servants quite unladylike. "You incompetent fools! Haven't you found them yet? Hurry up or I'll make sure you never work in this country again!"

Oscar sworn and muttered beside him as they started to draw closer to them.

A screeching or tires behind them caught their attention and Cain darted out and ran towards the car as he dragged the girl along with him. He shoved bother her and Oscar into the back before practically diving over the surprised Riff's lap into the passenger seat. "Drive!"

Looking back behind them as the scenery whizzed past them Cain could see Madam Hawthorn with her hair falling out of her bun and several tears upon her elegant silken gown, yelling profanities at them as they left.

A few days Later

"So, how is Silvia?"

"Oh, shut up!" Oscar sat down uninvited upon Count Cain's couch and nursed his black eye tenderly. A while ago Silvia had slapped him and ran out of his manor bare footed, not even bothering to glance back as she fled. They hadn't seen hide nor hair of her since that day. And not to mention that Madam Hawthorn had been a pain in their asses ever sine they had thwarted her.

It was all Cain could do to keep the police from breaking down his door and the spies off of his lawn. At least Riff had been there for him.

He glanced up at his butler as he filled his cup with tea and gave him a small smile.

Merry attacked Oscar unnoticed in the background for sitting on her tarot cards as Cain slowly dragged Riff's head down to meet him in a tender kiss. Life was perfect, well, as perfect as life could get for the famous Count Cain Hargreaves.

A.N: Sorry about this chapter but my computer didn't save what I had typed before and I am a little pissed off at having to retype it. Maybe I'll rewrite it in the future, but I highly doubt it. Thanks for reading. Ja matta ne.