The sun was high in the sky as Ciel sat in a private room with a long, dark mahogany table. He sat at the very end of the table as he waited for his sister and her husband. In front of Ciel, displayed on the table, were four documents that he had located and brought to him by Sebastian, who stood still behind Ciel's chair. Ciel felt oddly unnerved by seeing Olivia after several months of only hearing about her by the newspaper and photographs. He half-expected her to not show up or to possibly show up with the Queen at her side. Just the thought of Olivia and the Queen linked by their arms made Ciel worry for the nation's safety. Olivia was just too close to the politics of his home country to make him feel remotely comfortable. Ciel shifted in his seat, causing Sebastian to check his pocket watch, "They should be arriving any time now, young master."

Ciel didn't reply. He had too much on his mind. Then, he heard the main doors open as Mei-rin greeted them in appropriately. Ciel held his breath as a few minutes passed and the door handle turned. Aleister swung the door open before presenting Olivia, with a small bump on her abdomen, "Lord Phanthomhive, I present your dearest sister carrying the my first son!"

"I feel him already moving," Olivia placed a hand on her slight bump, "He's going to be strong like his father. Or perhaps as beautiful as my brother."

Words couldn't describe Ciel's reaction. There was a child, another human being, growing inside Olivia. He stiffened before murmuring, "You're pregnant."

Olivia chuckled slightly as she took the seat at the opposite end of the table across from Ciel, "Of course, brother, why wouldn't I be?"

There was a stifling silence that permeated through the room as Olivia gazed right at Ciel. A small flicker of a smirk formed and disappeared on Olivia's lips as Aleister sat next to his wife. Ciel cleared his throat before deciding to put his own plans into actions, "Surely you've grown accustomed to your new life, Olivia, and your pregnancy couldn't come at a better time. You see, I've had a few thoughts in my 'beautiful' head to know something was wrong."

Ciel handed the first document to Sebastian who gave it to Olivia and Aleister to read, "Dearest sister, you never truly owned the family company to begin with. Father's will gave me direct lineage to all accounts to the company."

He then handed the second document to Sebastian, "Also, I noticed a few other aspects as well according to our family's legacy. You terminated any hold you had on my own persona the day you married Aleister and the day I became emancipated as an independent, as long as I could prove my own competency which I have to the Queen and the court's consent."

Both documents were already having an effect on Olivia. She was growing paler, but her lips remained pursed. Ciel could see the strain he was already putting on her, and he was still far from finished. He handed Sebastian the third document, "As for your public displays, I took the liberty to have the notion researched. Just because you decided to expand your friendship with the Queen, you still have no ligament claim to the throne. You will forever remain the simple Lady Druitt."

"Now just wait a minute-" Aleister turned towards Ciel, "We don't have any claims to the throne, nor do we have the intention to do such a treasonous act."

"I see," Ciel smirked as he pointed to his revealed eye, "I see. Which leads me to my fourth document-"

"Enough of this!" Olivia raised her voice as she threw the documents to the ground, "These mean nothing! If this is some silly game you plan on playing remember that I created this game and that I can easily end it as well!"

"Olivia, sit down," Aleister spoke sternly, but Olivia continued.

"Go ahead and cut me out of the will! Take everything I've done for you and throw it right back at my face!" Olivia stood, knocking the chair behind her, "And I'll have the Queen know exactly what game you plan on playing if this is what you're doing to me!"

"Olivia!" Aleister's voice grew graver as he took her arm sharply, "I said sit down."

Olivia straightened as Aleister picked up her chair and had her sit. He whispered something sharp in her ear before Ciel handed Sebastian the last document, "This is the report I had made about your recent occult activity. Whatever it is you have planned, Olivia, I suggest you end it now. I could have you imprisoned for treason, witchcraft, and kidnapping if you don't cease."

"Surely our personal activity isn't that much of a problem, is it?" Aleister gave Olivia's hands a tight squeeze as he smiled at Ciel, "I will not deny that my wife and I have certain entertainments, but nothing of the likes of treason. Just simple fun."

"Torture is fun?" Ciel growled as he crossed his arms, "Kidnapping the Prince is fun? You are lucky I don't go to the Queen now and let her know what it is you have been up to."

"One day, Ciel," Olivia spoke, receiving a guarded look from her husband, "One day you will understand why I would go through so much risks, and perhaps you may not like it, but it is still and will always be for you."

"Perhaps," Ciel shrugged, then added, "Or perhaps you could live a secluded life like a good wife."

Throughout the bickering heard in the private room, Mei-rin silently dashed back to the kitchen where Finny had snuck in. She instantly clung to him, fearing she would never see him again, "Oh, Finny! I thought that lady would lock you up for ever, I did!"

"How'd you manage to escape?" Bard smacked Finny's back.

"I hid behind the carriage," Finny responded, somewhat looking around to make sure it was only them in the room, "I had to talk to someone, no one at the Viscount's home will even look at me."

"You can tell us anything, Finny," Mei-rin beamed as she held on to his hands, "Go head."

"Olivia's pregnant with my child," Finny murmured.

All was silent in the room. Bard and Mei-rin gave each other a worried glance before turning back to Finny. The chef ran his fingers through his hair as he paced for a moment before turning to Finny, "Are you sure it's yours, Finn? Are you absolutely sure that it's yours and not her husband's?"

"Oh no..." Mei-rin began to tear up as she took a step back, "I feel like you made a deal with the Devil himself, I do..."

"It has to be mine," Finny looked away as he crossed his arms softly, "It just has to. I mean we've..well.. Why would she lie to me about that? I've begged her to leave her husband, but..."

An ominous feeling erupted in the room as the three looked at each other once again. Bard had a sinking feeling at the situation already, he could only guess what Olivia would have their friend do. Even Mei-rin fell silent of words. What could she say to comfort Finny and also help him? Finny, dejectedly, rubbed his left temple as he closed his eyes tightly, "Olivia would have me kill her husband for us to be together. What would you have me do? I love her and I would do anything to keep her safe! He's hurt her so many times and yet she feels safer with him dead and...blood on my hands.. I can't do that."

"She's bat-shit crazy!" Bard blurted as he slammed his fist into the counter, "How dare she even insinuate you do to such a thing!? You wouldn't even hurt a fly!"

"You can't kill the Viscount!" Mei-rin pleaded as she neared Finny, "She's a trickster, she is! She ain't right in the head!"

"But..there's no other way," Finny hardened his voice as he looked to Bard first, "I'm a man now, and I have a child on the way. If the Viscount knows that child is mine, he'll surely kill my kid, Olivia, and me. I have to do this...they'll be my only family now and I have to protect them with my life. Please..just tell me there has to be another way out of this without upsetting her and keeping my soul clean."

Mei-rin took a breath before looking to Bard. Bard lit a cigarette as he looked to the floor. Neither of them had much family to speak about let alone a significant other as well as an unborn child. After taking a long inhale on his cigarette, Bard released the smoke through his nostrils before turning his gaze to Finny, "I can't tell you what to do, you're a man now like you said. But you have to prove to your kid what is wrong and what is right. If killing Olivia's husband is the right thing to do, then that's on your conscious. But you have to think hard on this, Finny, is this really the right way to handle this situation?"

Finny had tears to his eyes as he listened to Bard. There was really only one right answer, but could he really go through on his choice? Olivia...she was his world, and now that she was carrying his child, he had to make sure all was right in their world for their child to be safe and happy. But, most of all, Finny wanted the chance to love his child and show his kid the beauty of the free world. Finny ended his conversation with his friends before giving them each a parting hug. He then went to the back of the carriage as he waited silently for Olivia and Aleister to enter so that he may, unknowingly, join their ride.

"I can't believe she's actually pregnant," Ciel grimaced as he sipped his tea, noticing Finny hiding at the back of the carriage as his sister's carriage left the entrance way, "I wonder if that's really Aleister's..."

"Pregnant? I hardly say so, but if that's the trick she's pulling now," Sebastian breathed as he filled Ciel's cup with more tea.

"Hm? Is she really not pregnant?" Ciel looked to his servant.

"I'm afraid not," Sebastian nodded, "I'd be careful now, young master. Your sister is about to make another move right under your nose."

Ciel's eyes widened as he stood up, "I order you to stop her plan immediately!"

Sebastian placed the teapot on the silver cart before caressing Ciel's face with a sly smile, "As you wish, my young master."

He watched as his butler disappear in the blink of an eye. Ciel sat back in his seat as he felt his heart pounding in his chest. Finnian. The flash of his gardener's childish smile appeared in his mind's eye as he feared for what may happen. Olivia may have thought she outsmarted everyone by playing such a devious card, but she failed to remember the Ace up her young brother's sleeve. Ciel balled up his fist as the knot in his stomach tightened. A smirk formed on his lips as he closed his viewable eye. He was more than pleased to know he had finally intervened on her greatest move.

The stroke of midnight. The moon was missing from the night sky as the stars seemed to have dimmed. Such a night seemed appropriate for what was to happen. Olivia stood in the darkness of the basement were the dismembered bodies had been left to rot in their corners. The foul odor that permeated through the large dungeon didn't phase her enough to make her react to such a putrid stench. She watched the movement of the doorway as Aleister walked in with his next victim for the night. One of their older servants, she had just turned 27 a few days ago, but she did lack much beauty in her. Olivia would call her a woman that was born old by how old-fashioned she dressed and kept her thin hair in such an ugly bun.

"Feeling adventurous tonight, husband?" Olivia remarked with a hint of sarcasm.

Aleister chuckled as he clutched the woman's hair tightly before approaching Olivia, "If you let me scar your body, our people would scar me as well."

'Our people'? Olivia narrowed her eyes at the back of his head as he passed her. She hated how he made it seem as if he were her partner in all of this. He had sacrificed nothing and yet he felt entitled to claim her prizes as if he had the right. Olivia glanced back to the door, there was no one but them. Her frustration grew as she turned back to Aleister as he forced the woman on the cement table before strapping her in place. She crossed her arms as she neared the frantic woman. Aleister was preparing his latest fetish of live dissection. It was a messy process to Olivia, her eyes watching the metal instruments twinkle somewhat in the darkness surrounding them. She then felt him. His presence sent a shiver down her spine as she looked to the door way to feel him standing behind the doorway.

"I've been waiting for this for a long time, Aleister," Olivia spoke as the door creaked open, "I have been waiting for my freedom."

Aleister was just about to remove his gloves, but kept them on as he watched Finnian walk into his dungeon, "Get that boy out of here, Olivia. If he sees any of this, I'll have to kill him. You know this."

"It is too bad," Olivia took of her arm-length gloves and let them fall to the bloodied floor, "Because you'll be the one dying tonight."

She turned to Finny and caressed his neck softly. His body was stiff, she could see the agony in his eyes as he faced the situation head-on. Her little puppet was scared stiff of the situation she had placed him in, but it was for the greater good. Olivia turned back to Aleister, confused, as he began to laugh softly before into a gut-wrenching hysterical laughter. She gritted her teeth after a few moments before stomping to him and turning to Finny, "Well don't just stand there! Pick something up and smash him now!"

Finny didn't even flinch. Olivia's rage grew as she stomped back to Finny and snatched his wrist, "I said kill him now! Don't you want us to be together without him!? Kill him or we will never be free!"

"No..."

Olivia turned back to Finny to see his eyes on the floor, then he looked straight at her, "Olivia, no. Killing him is wrong. If we want to be free, we can run away together and never be heard from again. That's what I'm going to do. If you want me to kill him...then i'm sorry, but I can't. Please..just listen to me and run away with me."

"You pathetic coward!" Olivia screamed as she shoved Finny away from her, "You spineless shit!"

"Well look at this, my lovely wife," Aleister approached Olivia, "It seems your plans have been thwarted once again. Haven't I already told you that killing me will only worsen your chances?"

Olivia gave a sharp look to Aleister before taking a step back, "Your death can only better my situation. Being free from your tight grip is all I need to be back at my plans."

"My poor, naïve wife," Aleister rolled his eyes before looking back at Olivia, "There are people, those you do not know, that have been informed that if I were to meet an untimely demise, you will be the first witness and the one who did it. You will then be succumbed to a trial that you will lose and then remain your days in a cell much like this. That is what I have people paid to do if I am killed by your hands or that boy's. So, no, Olivia, my death will not better your situation. I am your curse, and I am your fortune. I would not have gone to great lengths if you weren't the vessel of Satan"

"Olivia?" Finny looked to Olivia with confusion, "What is he talking about? Have..have you made a deal with...?"

Olivia glanced at Finny before sighing, "It looks like you know too much of what I wanted to reveal."

"I..I don't care if you did, but just run away with me," Finny took a few steps to Olivia, "We can raise our child-"

"Your child?" Aleister raised a brow to Olivia, "Is he the father now?"

"No," Olivia shrugged as she turned back to Finny, he seemed to have turned a paler color, "You're not the father of anything because I'm not pregnant."

"Oh, what a relief," Aleister exhaled deeply, "I would hate to have a child now anyways."

"Well don't worry," Olivia commented dryly, "You won't be having one by me anytime soon."

"Olivia..." Finny's pupils shrunk as tears welled up in his eyes, "You...you said...and we..."

"All for fun, i'm afraid," Olivia neared Finny, "But all the fun is over now. You will have to die now that you know a few of my secrets. But it was fun while it lasted."

As she was about to turn Finny into ash, Olivia took a step back as a sharp knife was thrown at her and landed just an inch from her feet. Olivia looked up to see a dark shadow behind Finny as he knocked the boy unconscious by a blow to the back of his head. Her eyes gleamed as even Aleister seemed terrified by the unknown sight and hid beneath the cement table. Olivia picked up the knife as she looked at the masked figure that now carried Finny, "I see. Then both of you die tonight."

"I'm afraid my master would be most displeased if I were to fail such a task," the masked man responded, "Consider this a warning."

Before Olivia allowed them to escape, with a flick of of her fingers the entire dungeon was set aflame as she snatched the masked man's foot. She wouldn't let them escape her grasp not when she was so close to having everything at her disposal! Olivia emitted a powerful screech that made the man cringe as he covered his ears, dropping Finny's unconscious body to the ground. She toppled the masked man as she pinned his wrists to the floor, "I could kill you now, but you just seem too fun to play with. Go back to your master empty handed and never come back here again. That is, unless you'd like to play with me."

She got off of him before taking Finny by his hair and dragging him quickly away from the man's reach. Olivia guarded the body as the masked man stood, disheveled by the noise she emitted. Now she was getting angry. She then snatched a knife from Aleister's table and held it to Finny's throat, "Come any closer and i'll kill him. I don't mean for his death right now, but if you come any closer I won't hesitate!"

It was then that the masked man disappeared. A smile formed on Olivia's lips as she knew she won this time for sure without Ciel interrupting her plans. She then turned to Aleister, who covered his ears with his eyes squeezed shut. Such disgrace... Olivia dropped Finny's body to the floor as she touched Aleister, who jumped before looking at her, "Is he gone?"

"I have a better plan that involves you living. Just act normally and follow my lead," Olivia smiled before heading back to Finny's body.

"Olivia? Olivia?" Finny murmured as he woke up with a raging headache.

He felt as if he had been in a fight, but couldn't recall what had happened. Then, he remembered. The words leaving Olivia's mouth that she had lied to him, that everything they had was just...for fun? Finny was just about to get up when he realized he was bound by something. He looked around to see he was in some type of room, but he couldn't remember where this room was. Finny easily broke out of the rope that was fastened around his wrists and stood up, "Olivia!? Olivia!"

"Well look who woke up," an older man walked into the room, "Calm down, son, it's going to be a long day for the both of us as it is without you getting upset. Take a seat, please, there's much to discuss."

Finny sat on the make-shift bed that he could tell was full a hay. Since sleeping on such a nice bed before at the Viscount's home, he could tell what was cheaply made and what was luxurious. A pain to his heart was a strong reminder of what he was coming from and what he had thought he had before. Finny was asked questions about Olivia and her husband, about how he treated her and what he thought of her husband. Why was he being questioned? After an hour of questioning, Finny then asked, "Is..is everything ok?"

The only information Finny didn't divulge were Olivia's lying of pregnancy, what Aleister had called her, and her asking him to kill Aleister. Besides that, Finny had no idea what he was there for. The older man lit his pipe as he turned away from Finny, "You're being accused of attempted murder. Lady Olivia had us come early in the morning to place you here under the threat that you were about to kill her husband out of jealousy. I'll leave what else may have been done to the press, but all threats and evidence comes back to you. In all honesty, I don't think you did anything, but I know these cases all too well and they always end up with the innocent dead. I'll do what I can to fight for your trial, son, but... I'll call for a priest to visit you in the meantime."

Finny's heart sank as he watched the door shut close behind the man that would fight for him. Olivia...betrayed him. She had set up him up. He held his head in his hands as he felt the tears sting his eyes, but he let them fall off his cheek for now. This heart-break felt more of betrayal than the loss of someone. He had trusted Olivia, loved her wholly, and now she framed him for attempted murder. Finny sucked in some air before releasing another cry. How could he fall in love with such a monster? A noise broke him of his cries as he sat up, his eyes fixating on a shadowy figure in the corner, "Who's there?"

"It's me, Finnian," Sebastian took off his hood as he neared Finny, "It's time to go, dinner will be done shortly."

"What are you doing here?" Finny stood up, speaking no more than a whisper, "You'll get caught if you're in here!"

"I'm here on strict orders to return you home," Sebastian checked his pocket watch, "If we hurry, we'll be early."

"I can't leave, they'll know where i'm going and surely check-"

"Trust in us, Finny," Sebastian interrupted as his smile grew, "Ciel Phantomhive will not let you down as easily as you think. It's either that or surely die here."

Finny remained silent as he thought hard on this. He knew too much from what Olivia had said before, but he had to keep that secret. Surely Ciel knew...but he didn't want to bring her up ever again. Whatever he felt for Olivia was gone. All he knew now was that he had to escape with Sebastian or else he would be a dead man. Finny took Sebastian's arm, and before he knew it they were already gone.

"I am terribly sorry to hear about the escaped man. However, I am positive that the Scotland Yard and the other men I have sent out will surely find that wretched man," Victoria spoke softly as Olivia poured her more tea, "Thank you very much."

"As long as he stays away from my husband, I am at peace," Olivia placed a hand on her chest as she exhaled softly as her bottom lip quivered, "I wouldn't know what to do if..."

She felt her other hand being held gently by Victoria as the Queen nodded softly, "It's an awful feeling that i'd never wish upon my enemies, especially such a friend like you. I am thankful that you did not have to go through the pain I had to go through."

"I'm so afraid that he'll return to the estate any time," Olivia held Victoria's hand as her eyes widened, "I'm afraid every night that Aleister will not wake because... My Queen, I know it's too much to ask, but-"

"I'll have a room made for you and your husband," Victoria smiled, coughing slightly before turning back to Olivia, "As my guests, you may stay until you feel safe for your husband."

"Your Grace," Olivia kissed the gloved hand of the queen before looking back up at Victoria, "You have no idea what this means for me."