Whoa, guys. I just realized I totally forgot to put a disclaimer here.

I do not own Kuroshitsuji. If I did, it wouldn't be nearly as fabulous as it is, and it would probably be pretty mindless. I wouldn't have the thought to make Mme Red the Jack the Ripper killer.

"Lady Elizabeth, I think you won't make it through this. You're losing too much blood! It's either you or your child." She cried.

"Save my daughter! I can't live if she dies, too! Please," Elizabeth implored, "save Amelia."

Her hair was matted and sweaty, sticking to her neck. She panted heavily, trying to catch a breath and will away the pain, but God it hurt so much. She screamed when something inside her ripped open and pushed to get it out. She knew it was supposed to hurt, but this much?

"Push!" the midwife urged.

"Sebastian!" Elizabeth called when she pushed, "Sebastian!"

"Yes, mistress?" Sebastian asked, immediately by her side with a wet wash cloth. He wiped her forehead gently, "I'm here."

Elizabeth grabbed Sebastian's hand, "Promise me you'll serve Amelia like you did Ciel. Please. Protect her with your life! You're all she'll have."

"Push, Lady Elizabeth! The head is almost out!"

"Swear it, Sebastian!" Elizabeth commanded with eyes of steel.

"I swear, my lady." He promised.

"Push!"

Elizabeth gave a final push and, like that, the child was out of her body. Elizabeth sunk into the bed from sheer exhaustion.

"Hold on, young mistress. Hold your child before you go." Sebastian urged.

The midwife didn't take long to dry the baby and wrap her in a blanket, "It's a beautiful baby girl."

Elizabeth held Amelia, "My baby girl. Ciel would be so proud if he could see you right now, so strong and healthy." She cooed. "Amelia Cierra Phantomhive. You'll do great things." Her eyesight blurred and sharpened, "What's this? A birthmark?" she traced her finger over the mark that sat on her child's throat. "It's pretty."

"Miss Weatherford?" Sebastian addressed the midwife, "Would you please meet me in the parlour? I'll be there shortly to discuss payment."

She nodded and bowed out.

"Sebastian, look." Elizabeth beckoned quietly. Her life faded, "She looks so much like Ciel."

His lip quirked, "Indeed she does. I'll protect her with my life." Of course, all he saw was the side and back of her head, but her nose and hair was the very same as Ciel's.

"I know you will." She smiled.

Sebastian couldn't help but admire the subtle beauty of the situation. They were not in the master bedroom of the house, Ciel's room, but a different, brighter one. The bedding and decorations were in a soft pink, designed just for Elizabeth. Ciel knew it would make her happy. Sunlight streamed in through huge, numerous windows, hardly bothered by gossamer lace curtains, and rested on Elizabeth's face. The curtains billowed softly from the gentle breeze. This would be the setting in which Lady Phantomhive, so opposite of the Earl, would die.

The Undertaker, a tall, strange man with long silver hair, walked in and stood next to Sebastian at Elizabeth's bed-side. "Lady Elizabeth," he greeted. "Beautiful, even in death."

"Undertaker? Why are you here?"

"I figured I'd do this much for a friend. Unless you would prefer Grell here? Now, Lady Elizabeth, why don't you close your eyes and come with me?" The Undertaker took her hand and waited, then left quietly, holding something else in his hand.

The room was now silent. Even the wind had stopped teasing the curtains. Sebastian bent at the waist and removed Elizabeth's arms from the baby, then lifted the sleeping child into his arms. He froze, his eyes stuck on her throat. The birthmark Elizabeth was referring to.

That was not a birthmark. Sebastian looked from his gloved hand to the mark on the child's throat. The very same mark he had on his hand. That shouldn't even be possible. What in hell and on earth are the terms? A baby can't form a contract! He wasn't even summoned. He bent down and inhaled. Perhaps she inherited the contract from her father, since Sebastian hasn't gotten the soul that was promised him? Indeed, her soul smelled almost exactly like her father's. His mouth watered. That ever-elusive soul will drive him insane, he knows it. Sometimes, he truly hated being a demon.

Sebastian sighed and pulled the blanket over the child's throat to hide the mark, then realized the midwife had seen it. Possessively, he held the child and headed for the parlour where the midwife said she would be waiting. Like a fool, she sat there where he might have to kill her.

"Sir? I take it you're her guardian now."

"I am." Sebastian commented smoothly. "I take it you have seen my child's birthmark?"

"Yes. And sir, it's none of my business. Sometimes, you see strange things as a midwife."

"Indeed?" He stalked closer to her with Amelia in one arm.

"Seeing strange things has conditioned one to be very secretive. I will tell no one about the child's mark."

"For a price, right?" Sebastian leered suspiciously and stepped closer.

Instinctively, she stepped back, "No. For free, I will keep quiet. It is none of my business, and not my problem. I swear it. But sir, you might want to keep that covered. Many others are not as," she paused for a moment, "neutral as I am."

Sebastian stared at her, considering how genuine she looked. She looked like she meant what she said. "I will know if anything is spread."

She nodded, "I understand."

Sebastian shifted Amelia to an arm and reached in his tailcoat to remove a sack of money, "It's all here. Take care, Miss Weatherford."