Author's note: At first I was just going to make this a one-shot, but I've decided to continue on because of one particular review. Originally, I planned to have a lesbian OC is complete crazy for Elizabeth (like in love crazy), thus making her an enemy of Ciel (because I've seen too many vice versa, and they usually end up with Ciel saying in the second chapter "I love you". It makes me want to flip a table. But, eh, whatever; they'll write what their little hearts desire.) This OC is also connected to- ah! I said too much already. Also the there's a title change, as you may have noticed. Oh, and, this my first OC!

Chapter 2: A Letter From the Queen

Rating: T, just because there is nothing K or K+ about this.

Side note: OC is thrown in. Also, I'm diving my way in slowly. This chapter is going to start normally, but it'll eventually get darker.

'A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

My beautiful Annabel Lee;

He couldn't see anything. No, that wasn't it; his eyes were closed, and for some reason there was an incredible pain in his leg. When the Earl opened his eyes, he saw the blood coming out of leg- the source of the pain. When he looked up, he saw the doll on the cold wet ground; the shadows of what looked like monsters hovered over her. He tried to shoot them all down, but only managed to get one with his remaining bullet.

So that her highborn kinsman came

Instead of only his leg prohibiting him to stand, it now felt like dozens of chains holding him back, and hands forcing him to watch the scene in front of him. Hands that had abuse him, defile him, and humiliated him.

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

The little lord tried screaming, but nothing came out of his mouth. All he could do was shake his head furiously, and beg whatever force that had not forsaken him to save her. He felt the vomit in his mouth as the monsters made contact with the doll's skin...

In this kingdom by the sea.'

...

The Lord Phantomhive awoke abruptly from his nightmare, and went into a deeper panic when he realized that a certain lady was not by his side. He heard the light ting a cup made when it made contact with a small plate. Almost to quickly, the young lord snapped his head to his butler, and rage boiled his blood; he still remembered the incident of yesterday.

"Sebastian! I thought I ordered you to tell Maylene to bring me Elizabeth." So said butler turned around, and cocked his head to the side. He stated that he never sent out such an order. However, this angered Ciel more; what was Sebastian talking about 'never sending out that order'? He proceeded to 'remind' the demon about incident, and nearly choked doing so, but regained his posture after mentioning the smack he gave the butler. After handing him his tea, tall man cocked his to the side once more; he suggested that his master had a fever and was hallucinating, because he wouldn't dare to do such a thing to his master's fiancee. Ciel grasped the tea cup harder, and saw his reflection within the flavored water. Regardless of the butler's comment, he still gave the order from his hellish dream.

'So it was dream, huh?' He let out a small sigh of relief at his conclusion. 'However that doesn't mean others won't try to do the same thing.' He slowly drank his tea at this thought.

"Perhaps the young master cares for the Lady Elizabeth so much he is becoming paranoid." And there went Sebastian with his smile that only brought complete annoyance to Ciel. He heard his butler sigh as he found a book by the nightstand; he complained that he was reading too much Poe before sleeping, and thus was causing all these nightmares.

"Tch, shut up you bastard. Where's Lizzy?" Even if what his butler said was true, doubt lingered in the young boy's mind and he couldn't help but ask. Without looking up from buttoning his shirt, Sebastian replied saying she was being awaken right now, and her maid would give her a bath. Ciel sighed once more; what an odd nightmare that was.

After he finished getting dressed, Ciel headed downstairs to eat breakfast. Not even ten minutes into his eating, he heard several plates crash, the kitchen blow up, and many trees falling down. The tiny lord sighed angrily, and rubbed his temples; he was about to order Sebastian to fix their mess when his fiancee enter the room with her maid who exchanged her own greetings with Sebastian. However, something felt off about the blonde girl causing him raise an eyebrow in her direction.

"Good morning Ciel! Good morning Sebastian! Did you sleep well?" He cringed at how perky Elizabeth could be in the morning; meanwhile he was fighting to stay awake. Nevertheless, he returned her greeting, and only cached bits and pieces of what Sebastian said for he was too busy analyzing the girl. Lord Phantomhive watched as she asked Sebastian what would he be serving for breakfast. Ciel narrowed his eyes at the sight; the nightmare was creeping up on him dangerously.

"Say Elizabeth, you seem...different somehow..." The blue eyed boy managed to choke out. Yet, by simply voicing his opinion he caused her to blush a rather deep shade of red. She kept muttering incoherent words to Paula -was it?- whilst stroking her hair.

'She changed her hairstyle is that it?' Instead of her ponytails, she had two neat buns that mirrored each other, and the rest of her hair was set lose and straight. Her bangs were still the same, so it wasn't a whole big deal. Good grief, she looked even more childish with that hairdo; however, he supposed it didn't look bad on her.

So said girl kept blushing, and spoke, "W-well I-I thought it w-w-was time for a ch-change. Do y-you l-l-like it?" When the girl raised her head to look at him, he quickly looked to the side to hide his blush. Murmuring curses about how it was just hair, and it was nothing important. Nonetheless, after receiving a slight nudge from his butler, he looked back at Elizabeth and answered her question.

"Don't worry about it, you look fine." Apparently, giving her his opinion made her whole face turned incredibly red. Now that he looked at her more closely, her buns somewhat resembled small cupcakes. The young lord would have his demon butler prepare it for him later.

'And wouldn't you just love to eat her?' Whatever tea was in his mouth, suddenly got spit out; Ciel began cough as his face started to blush deeply. Despite the concerns of both Sebastian and Elizabeth, he ignored them and said he was fine. What- or more like how the hell did that thought enter his mind?

'Don't ignore it. Do you honestly believe the lie she said, "I thought it was time for a change".' The boy stopped chewing, looked at his cousin, re-chewed his food, and focused his attention on the blonde girl a seat down from him. 'You never pay attention to her, it's no wonder she's trying to seduce you.' Without him knowing, Elizabeth caught his stare; it was only when she asked him if he was okay that he snapped back to reality. He opened his mouth to say something, but he quickly closed it, and simply nodded. Ciel leaned on his hand, and absent mindedly stared at Elizabeth. He could just feel his pulse racing which greatly irritated him. Ciel shook his head; he was Her Majesty's watchdog he didn't have the time for affection. Suddenly the door slammed open, and the young lord felt a vein pop.

"Good morning Earl!" Just what he needed, the Chinese opium dealer to randomly barge into his home. Maybe if he closed his eyes, breathed, and re-opened them he would disappear...no he's still there. Damn.

Not wanting him to stay longer, Ciel cut straight to the point, "What do you want Lau?" He drank his tea, and waited from his respond.

"Cold as always I see. I came here, because I picked up your mail, dear watchdog." The young lord rolled his eyes, but just widened them as quickly when he saw the letter was from the queen. It's not as if he were surprised to see one -it was his job after all- but it was just in front of Elizabeth. She knew of his job, of course; however, it wasn't as if it were going to be common talk between the two. His job was one of the few things best left un-discussed between the two. Just as he wasn't to mention her fencing skills; it wasn't his fault one of the suspects was her fencing opponent. Really, so much between them was annoyingly difficult.

Somehow, his cousin acknowledged it was 'that time' again, she stopped eating, and made an excuse to leave; she rushed out the door with her maid. He sighed in relief for the second time that day; two times too many for his like. Ciel also heard his butler murmuring something along the lines 'So that's where it went', and proceeded to take the letter from Lau's hand. After scanning over it quickly, he handed it over to his waiting master, and temporarily left the room.

"To My Cute Little Boy,

How are you? Did you pass New Year's enjoyably? I made a Christmas pudding with my Philip. It was a grand thing, and even John and Grey praised it. Next time you'll try it, won't you? In any case, this time I want you to investigate a small little toy factory in eastern London. There has been an ever so increase in changes in the girls who have brought their Matryoshka dolls. They become still doll like creatures themselves; they don't eat, sleep, not even a smile reaches their faces. Really now, how could such a cute harmless toy be so dangerous. It's as if their very being has been taken away from them. The government is also searching to the utmost of it's abilities, but whether or not they can change the girls back is beyond their reach. I am asking you to put an end to this as quickly as possible.

Your Queen,

Victoria"

"The company's name translates into 'Mother Russia's Toy Village'." He lifted his head to where Lau sat with that girl on his lap; honestly, how could anyone eat like that.

"I see you've done your research." Ciel retorted back.

"Well of course, I did; after all, there's a small private branch that I do business with. They buy my opium, and sell it back in Russia for an even higher price. They ripoff their own people," He let out a small chuckle. "How traitorous, don't you think?" And so, the Chinese man let out a sly smirk as if he knew something, but wouldn't tell the young lord on purpose. Ciel absolutely hated that expression more than Sebastian's simple 'smile'.

"As well," So said butler appeared once again, "The company has been around a little bit more than your predecessors' birth, young master. It was founded by Vladimir Zvyozdochkin, and it's current head is Earl Vasily Zvyozdochkin. He is married to Countess Valentina Zvyozdochkin with two children: the eldest son Lord Dimitri Zvyozdochkin and the youngest daughter Lady Anastasiya Zvyozdochkin; all born in Russia, but reside here in Great Britain. It appears that the late Reznov was a friend of the late Earl Phantomhive's predecessor."

"Grandfather?" The little lord muttered mainly to himself.

Sebastian nodded, and continued. "Correct, young master. However, he cut ties with the Funtom Company when your predecessor became head of the business. His current successor, Earl Vasily, crafted the first matryshoka doll nine years ago. However, the disappearances have been happening for a little over a month now. All relating to the little Russian doll." He finished while taking away his master's now cold scones and eggs.

"I see...your queen put her trust into the government. However, they failed her miserably, and now she's dumped her dirty laundry on her dog once again, isn't that right?" The one-eyed boy faced Lau with a look disgust, irritation, and then a lack of care. He commented that it didn't bother him in the slightest; it was his duty, and that was that. Ciel order Sebastian to gather as much information as possible (investigate the company and what not) within a two hour and half limit. The demon replied with his usual line, and disappeared in a flash.

"And what are you going to do in the meanwhile?" Ciel stood and sighed; judging by the pictures, they all looked around Elizabeth's age, and that meant she herself could be kidnapped. He narrowed at his eyes at nothing in particular as the knot in his stomach tightened; he felt sick. Honestly, why would anyone think about hurting her? All she wanted was to bring him happiness, or whatever she usually went off about. True, she got hard to manage sometimes, but he personally knew she wasn't a bad person. His grip on the chair became harder; no matter what the situation, he would definately protect her. He bloody swore it.

"I'm going to do what I always do: work on my company while looking over whatever information the-"

"You had a nightmare about your fiancee, didn't you?" Lau butted in, not that Ciel was surprised, but what he said caught his attention. Before he could say anything, the Opium dealer cut him off again, "You kept eyeing her as if she were prey. You even sent a glare or two at the butler when he opened the door for her to leave." He chuckled sightly, and by rubbed Ran-Mao's thigh; he continued, "Well, what was this dream about, my dear Earl." The same know-it-all smile appeared once again on his face, and it irritated the young lord. He would have to have Sebastian watch him more carefully.

"What are you planning Lau?" Ciel narrowed his eyes at Lau's closed one. He searched for the slightest of movements - a twitch even- however he saw nothing. Instead, the smile grew wider in size as he kept patting the girl in his lap as if she were some sort of pet.

"Nothing but curiosity. So tell me, what happened?" The young lord narrowed his eyes once, and released an annoyed 'tch'. He got out of his seat, and walked to the stairs; Lau walking right behind. Why was he so suddenly interested in his love life? He rarely even talked to Lizzie -that he knew of- so he didn't see the need for him to be so worked about his 'dream.

"Why don't you just keep your 'curiosity' out of my life, and mind your own damn business." With that alone, the blue-eyed boy walked up the stairs, and disappeared from the mafia member's sight. So said man first put a mock expression of shock, and then a large smirk was painted so heavily on his lips. Lau walked to the window next to the front door, and stared out at the grey blankets that covered the skies of England.

"Hmm? It looks like a storm is coming soon. However, the question is: how will you survive this one, Earl Phantomhive? If you survive at all, that is. Or will someone else perish instead? I wonder..."

"Oh Paula, aren't these dresses we brought simply adorable? I'm sure Sir Phipps will notice you even more now!" Her maid nodded her in matching enthusiasm- that is, until she heard her mistress' last sentence. At that, she completely turned red within in seconds and shook her head rapidly.

"M-my lady! For you to say such a thing is-"

"Oh now, come of it Paula! I see the way you look at each whenever Brother or I have a tournament, it's absolutely adorable!" When the young lady said, Paula blushed even more now.

"Honestly, he's the her majesty's butler. I am but a simple maid." She admitted sadly; it was the truth, and she knew it. However, she was surprised when her young lady grabbed her hands at random, and put her face incredibly close to hers.

"That's not true! That's not true at all! Paula is very beautiful, a lot fun to be with, and Sir Charles should be grateful he even has the honor of knowing you!" The girl was too sweet to her, and the couldn't help but pulling her into a hug. She knew it was okay to do so, because the Lady Elizabeth saw her as a true friend, and for that Paula was happy enough.

So said maid bowed to the young girl in front of her, "Really now, for you to flatter me so. I'm humbly honored, my lady." Her mistress chastised, because she wasn't flattering her; instead, she was stating the obvious truth that everyone should know. Again, the brown eyed maid blushed, and continued to follow the blonde girl throughout the streets. However, upon their walk, there was another girl who had appeared to be confused. Noticing this quickly, Elizabeth approached her to see if she could help her.

"Say, miss, are you lost?" When the confused girl turned to face Elizabeth, so said girl blushed. The girl in front of her was absolutely beautiful. She had pale porcelain skin,short curly platinum blonde hair, and the lightest blue eyes she could ever see; something that would only imagine. They didn't surpass Ciel's eyes (no one could), but at the current moment, she was too hypnotized by this girl's appearance. Truly, such a beautiful creature.

"Oh dear, I'm sorry to trouble you," And her voice was that of a child, how adorable! "But it seems that I can't find this address. Would it be too much for me to ask for help?" Ah! The pale girl was blushing now, and Elizabeth's 'cute radar' went flying.

'This is girl is too cute! I must befriend her right away!'

"O-of course it's not! We'd be more than happy to help you, right Paula." The maid rang her bells in agreement, "Come, let me see the address. Oh! This place isn't too far; in fact, it's on our path. Let's go!" Elizabeth quickly grabbed the girl's hand, and rushed to the nearest cab; Paula hurrying behind as to not lose her like last time. Once in the cab, the green eyed girl had so may questions to ask her. Suddenly, she had the urge to hit herself upside the head; how could she forget her manners.

"Forgive me, please. My name is Elizabeth Middleford. And you are?" Her eyes were wide with anticipation. The short hair girl in front of her gave her a simple smile; her eyes soft and welcoming causing watchdog's fiancee to blush lightly.

"My name? My name is Anastasiya Zvyozdochkin. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss. Elizabeth."

Author's Note: And there you have it. Please review.