Hi everyone! I give you this as a Christmas/Hanukkah/Yule/Whatever you want it to be, present. This is probably the last chapter, unless you convince me to write about Evelynne/Nicholas/Sebastian after this or Ciel/Agni/Soma/Elizabeth in heaven. But if I do write that, it'll be in the Spring, since FENCING has started and I have NO TIME for anything.

Please, drive safely, and if you only have a learner's permit, DO NOT drive with your friends. And if you have a licence, DO NOT let a teenager with a learner's permit drive you around, especially if your not their kin. Trust me, you WILL crash, and you WILL die, and everyone WILL mourn you.

Elizabeth screamed. That was about all she could do, scream and push. She couldn't see a thing, but she knew there were two young women and one old assisting her. Sweat streamed down her body. Her water had broken earlier that day, or maybe it was night? She couldn't tell. She could no longer see the dim light in her cell that told her it was daytime out side. Not that she regretted clawing her eyes out. On the contrary, she felt relief when she had come-too in her cell to find herself sightless. Her cheeks had been covered in dried blood that was now, almost four months later, just coming off as she sweated with the pain. She knew that she looked a mess to her three helpers, but she no longer cared about her appearance as she had when she was a child.

"Keep pushing," one of the girls said. Elizabeth let out one last scream as she felt her child slide out of her womb. She gasped, holding the hand of one of the girls. She felt so weak, and just wanted to pass out for a few hours.

"It's a girl!" the girl hold Elizabeth's hand exclaimed excitedly as Elizabeth felt her new-born babe placed in her hands. The child did not scream, but whimpered slightly as Elizabeth felt for her tiny hand. Elizabeth gripped her child's hand loosely and placed a kiss on the small, delicate fingers. The child made an odd half-giggle half-cry at Elizabeth's action.

"A girl?" Elizabeth asked hoarsely, holding the babe to her bosom.

"Aye" the old woman said, and Elizabeth could hear the old woman's bones creak as she stood. "A name?" the woman demanded.

"Evelynne," Elizabeth growled. She hated the old woman, who looked down on her like she was dirt. Elizabeth may have spit the name out in anger, but she had put a lot of thought into the name of her child. With almost eight months in jail, she had had a long time to think about what to name her child. If it had been a boy, she would have called him Johnathan. Both meant life, which her child gave her, even for just eight more months.

"Evelynne 'tis then," the old woman grunted. Elizabeth felt Evelynne pulled out of her grip and almost screamed.

"I'll be takin' 'er ta yer other 'un then," she said, as Elizabeth heard her limp out of the cell. Elizabeth almost cried. "You'll be put ta burn in a few min'tes. Yer son's here ta watch ya even! Ain't tat nice? Bu' I'll tell ya sometin' good. Yer son got hisself a bu'ler wit yer money. Sos he'll be looked after."

The three women left Elizabeth alone in her cell, tired and childless. When Elizabeth was certain she was alone, she sobbed into her knees.

The door opened again, and she heard two men enter. She looked up, without seeing anything, and was grabbed by both arms.

"Come on, you witch, your going to burn now. It's all set up, we're just waiting for the guest of honor. Elizabeth clenched her jaw, as she led out of her cell, and thrown out the door of the jail and into what felt like one of those rare sunny London days. The arms holding her up were somehow comforting as she was led to her doom. They tied her tightly to the pole. She could see nothing, but hear everything. She heard the cheers of the crowd, and for some reason, was not afraid. She heard the match light, then the torch. Her heart was racing fast, and she felt alive for the first time in months! The cheers reached a climax as the torch was dropped. The fire started much faster than it had with Agni and Soma. Elizabeth felt no remorse when she thought of them. She began to laugh, as the flames licked at her ankles.

"You all will burn in hell for this!" Elizabeth laughed loudly, and the crowd was silenced. "Yes! You all live your lives, accusing others of sinning when you all know full well that you are as bad as you accuse others of being! Hypocrites! The lot of you are hypocrites!" The flames now reached Elizabeth's waist, but she did not scream. She didn't even feel the flames. She could only imagine what the crowd looked like, she imagined her boy Nicholas in the back on a high platform, Evelynne clutched in his arms, as he cried uncontrollably.

As Elizabeth expired in the flames, she knew that her child would live a sad, painful life. But she also knew that her two children would make a huge impression on the world. They would be grow to be two, amazing children which Elizabeth could be proud of.

But if Elizabeth could have seen what was happening before she died, she would not have seen what she thought she would. What she would have seen was Nicholas standing in the crowd, unemotionally staring up at her with an eye covered by his father's eye patch, and Sebastian standing next to him, smirking in delight. Evelynne was clutched in his arms, and she was giggling happily.