I am so sorry for being so late with this post! This is the final chapter of Black Butler III: The Unrecorded Contracts. I'm sorry again for the late post but I hope you enjoy it just the same.

"Tell me again why I need twelve guards around, detective." Jensen said again. He was staying in an inn and had been confronted by the detective only an hour ago.

"There is a serial killer at large and we have reason to believe you are the next target." The detective replied. The man looked bored out of his mind as he stood at the window. Below him, standing on the street, was a pair of officers who were literally guarding the doors of the Inn. Inside the doors were two more followed by three more further into the lobby. Down the hall on the third story where Jensen's room was, stood two more and another pair standing guard at the door itself.

"What makes you think it's me?" Jensen asked as he uncorked a bottle of ale. The detective gave the bottle a wary glance then turned his attention back to Jensen himself.

"The targets were all friends of yours." The detectives answer was so clipped and matter of fact that Jensen actually almost dropped the bottle. Fumbling for a grip before catching it, the man glared at his guard.

"What do you mean they were all my friends? Who was killed?" Without missing a beat, the detective rattled off the list of victims clarifying that the Viscount wasn't considered a part of the case. This time, Jensen actually did drop the bottle. He nearly fell as he sat in the chair at the desk.

"You're certain it was them?" The detective nodded in response.

Jensen reached for the bottle that had spilled most of its contents on the wooden floor below. He took a long drink, so long in fact that he almost finished the bottle. The detective turned his attention back to the window. His guards could be seen talking to a couple with cheery expressions for a moment before the couple left. Just a couple of friendly folk. The detective took a moment to glance at his pocket watch. 7:44 pm. With a sigh he closed the pocket watch and stuffed it back in his vest. It was going to be a long night.

The hours passed in slow succession. During which time, Jensen had polished off six bottles of ale and passed out from grief. The detective had constantly checked on his guards, finding nothing out of the ordinary. The sun had set long ago and it grew more difficult to see his men in the failing light as there were no gas lamps lining the street. After a while he opened the rooms window and called for them. The men responded immediately.

"We'll be alright boss, no worries." One of them reassured him. Satisfied, the detective closed the window and locked it out of habit. Another few hours and the detective himself had fallen asleep. He would never wake up.

"Listen kid, I don't care what kind of job you're on. Your little stream of killings has left more work for me than I like." Said a man dressed in a long black robe. He also wore a top hat to partially cover a scar under his eye. Lianna had been lead to the coroner's office by Ciel and Sebastian. The Undertaker stood before her with crossed arms and in no way did he appear friendly.

"Wel I suggest you lighten up because I'll have at least one more for you here soon." She told him in an equally cold voice. The Undertaker was far from amused with her attitude.

"Where do you find these kids?" He asked Sebastian.

Sebastian shrugged and occupied himself with something on the desk.

Lianna hadn't looked away from the man once and it was starting to irritate him.

"You got what you wanted now get out of here, before I add you to my collection." He said irritated. The trio left with the information they needed. It was a list of names. Each name was a new target for Lianna. The targets were all people who had gotten away with abuse or rape and all sorts of crimes just the same. After her father was dead, she would target the list.

Lianna lead them out and muttered something inaudible.

"Take me to him, Ciel. I want this done and over with." She grumbled. Ciel said nothing to this. Instead he opened the door to a black carriage and helped her into it. She seated herself furthest from the door as her companions situated themselves across and beside her. Taking no notice of the fact that Ciel had taken the seat opposite her this time.

Four hours and thirteen minutes later, Ciel had been watching his pocket watch, the carriage stopped. They had arrived in a small town that looked as if it had tried to copy London, it just didn't have enough space or citizens to finish the job. The sun had long since set which brought an eerie darkness due to the lack of lamp light. Sebastian exited the carriage first followed by Lianna and Ciel. They had stopped in front of a bar. Down the street however, a pair of guards could be seen in front of a three story inn. This peaked Lianna's attention.

"That's where he is isn't it?" She asked. Her lack of patients clear in her tone. Ciel confirmed her guess and she started off.

She didn't get very far however as she was stopped by a hand on her shoulder.

"You can't just barge in there like that. This isn't like any of the other targets." Ciel explained. She jerked out of his grip and started forward once again.

"Lady Lianna..." He protested, but his protests fell on deaf ears as she continued to walk. She was within shouting distance of the two guards when she heard an unfamiliar call. Looking up to the top floor she noticed a well dressed man calling down. The guards called back. Ciel was right. It wasn't just two men. With her luck there would be guards everywhere. Frustrated, Lianna turned on her heels and marched back.

"I told-"

"Shut up." She cut him off and climbed back into the carriage. Ciel inhaled deeply and peered inside the carriage.

"So what do we do now?" She snapped. Ciel glared at her openly.

"We wait. The detective inside has to sleep sometime. When he does we will move." Lianna glared back at him.

"You're a demon and that's the best plan you can come up with?"

"No it's the plan we will follow to keep us all breathing and out of Scotland Yard." He answered sharper than usual. Lianna huffed like a spoiled child and crossed her arms. The perfect image of a high class brat.

Lianna had grown well more than impatient as time passed. Finally she snapped.

"We've waited long enough. We are going in there, now!" She pushed past the two demons who had been standing outside the carriage. They had tipped the driver and sent him into the bar to have a good time. He had been more than happy to oblige.

"If anyone tries to stop us, kill them. That's an order." She added the last before either of the demons could say anything and stormed off.

"What now?" Sebastian asked Ciel, keeping his voice low.

"You have your orders and I have mine. It's best that we follow them." He replied and started off after her.

The guards at the front entrance seemed a little more than tired so it was easy for Lianna to slip past them, or so she thought.

One guard caught her by the wrist.

"Release me." She snapped at him.

"The rooms here are full. I doubt you have one." He wasn't phased by the tone not the look she gave him.

"My father is in there." She hissed hoping it would stagger the man. It didn't.

"I doubt that even more." He replied. Lianna glared at him and looked behind her.

She didn't have to turn very far before a blur of black and grey flashed past her eyes and the guards grip was yanked from her wrist.

There was no cry of pain or fear. Looking back, Lianna found both guards dead at her feet and Ciel standing over them. She didn't even nod her thanks. Instead she shoved past him as if he was just in her way.

Inside the inn she found more guards. They moved as a unit, reaching for their batons. They never had the chance to lay a finger on them. Each one fell soundlessly. Lianna saw the terrified inn keeper shaking behind the desk.

"Him too." She said. Ciel was about to protest but stopped.

"He's seen us." She said made the words sound as natural as ever.

Ciel nodded and soon the inn keeper fell as well.

They took the lift to the turf floor were Sebastian was waiting. He had come through the window of her fathers room and was standing in the doorway. Though it had been locked, getting in through the window was no problem at all for Sebastian. Lianna shoved past him and into the room. She froze. There on the bed was her father, passed out as usual. She picked a letter opener from the desk carefully. Moving slowly, she circled around the bed never taking her eyes off of Jensen. Every memory she had of him flashed in her mind. In her daze, Lianna bumped an empty bottle that rolled across the wooden floor louder than she would have liked. The sound ripped her back to the present. The detective, whom she now stood beside, stirred in his sleep. Startled by his movement, Lianna shoved the long blade of the letter opener up into his skull from under his chin. His body tensed, then slumped lifelessly in the chair.

"Lianna?" She froze at the sound of her father's voice. Finally turning to face him, Jensen sat upright on the bed with a mixture of confusion, amazement and even a hint of fear on his face.

"Yes father?" She asked sweetly. During this whole ordeal, Ciel and Sebastian watched from the hall. The guards that had been outside the door had been knocked unconscious. Sebastian hadn't considered them a threat so he saw no point in killing them. One of them had been leaning against the wall but slid to fall onto the ground beside his partner.

"What are you doing here?" Jensen asked still groggy with sleep.

"I came to see you." She answered. As she spoke, she stepped closer to him.

"I missed you." She continued. Her eyes locked on him.

"I wanted to see you again." For a moment, she almost sounded like the girl she had once been only a few months ago.

"How did you find me?" He asked.

"It wasn't hard. I had help."

She now stood at the edge of the bed beside him. The letter opener was hidden in her shadow.

"I had to find you. I couldn't just let you leave."

"Quickly, Lianna." He murmured just loud enough for her to hear. Confused, Jensen moved to stand. Ciel was on him instantly, pinning him back down on his back by the shoulders. Lianna took the opportunity and leaped on him. The blade still Crimson, she held it high over her head.

Jensen's eyes widened and he struggled against Ciel's grip. Finding it impossible, he tried to yell for help. It was no use. No one near enough to hear was alive or conscious.

"Lianna hurry." Ciel spoke louder now. She gave no sign that she heard him.

"I couldn't let you leave without getting back at you for all the things you ever did. All the pain you put me through." She brought the blade down hard. It didn't exactly slide easily between his ribs but never the less it did the job.

Blood gushed from the spot above the third rib on his left side as she pulled the blade out and slammed it back down again and again. With each strike, Jensen's screams grew quieter. The bed was now soaked in blood and so was Lianna. After a moment, Jensen's heart stopped. Lianna, breathing heavily, stepped away from the bed and dropped the knife. Shaking, she fell into a second, unoccupied chair. Ciel had let go of the corpse and was cleaning his blood stained hands on a rag he had found in the wash room.

With a sigh he tossed the rag and stood in front of Lianna.

"Now that that's over with, there's only one thing left to do." He said with a grin.

"What?" She asked. Just then, a pain blossomed in her chest.

A familiar, white gloved hand now stained in blood, pulled away leaving behind the sliver handled letter opener. Lianna's eyes went wide.

"Y-you... But I... Ciel...why?" Her eyes welled with tears as her skin grew ashen.

"Because your time is up." Ciel answered. His voice calm, almost relaxed even. The tears rolled down her cheeks now as she struggled for words but even more so for breath.

"Your actions endangered our secret. If the world knew we existed, how would we be able to work?" Sebastian added.

Lianna coughed once, blood sprayed the floor before her. Ciel knelt before her. He lifted her chin with a finger so she could look into his eyes. Eyes that now glowed red as the moon under an eclipse. Silt pupils like the blade that protruded from her chest.

Her vision blurred, darkened, then finally... Nothing.

Ciel pulled away with a grin.

"Why didn't you ever tell me how good a betrayed soul tastes?" He asked Sebastian.

"It's been so long is forgotten my young master." Sebastian grinned but it didn't reach his eyes. The butler looked away and out the window.

"We should leave. Someone is bound to notice the mess she had created." Ciel nodded.

"You're right." He replied.

"What should we do about the bodies?" Sebastian asked curiously.

"Leave them. It's how she would have wanted it. Plus it will give a logical story to explain the carnage she has left behind." Sebastian nodded and the two left.

Nine days later...

"I must warn you. Should you accept, the gates to heaven shall forever be closed to you." Said a young voice. A black wolf circled the body of a boy suspended in the air and cloaked only in a black sheet draped carelessly over his body.

"I accept..."