Ciel had brought Pluto with him at Sebastian's insistence—and somehow, Grell was able to tag along—and the dog had soon brought him to an out-of-the-way toy shop. Normally, Ciel wouldn't have cared at all about a toy shop (unless it was selling his own products), but this one was interesting because it had two dolls in its front window: the first one looked exactly like Elizabeth. The second one was a bit harder to notice, as it was on top of a music box, but it featured a little doll that looked exactly like Eleanora, dancing with another doll that looked like a man who Ciel didn't recognize—a man with rust-red hair and dressed in blue.
Upon entering the shop, Ciel quickly found a back door which led to a fairy-tale-like mansion—undoubtedly, Elizabeth and Eleanora were inside.
He didn't hesitate for a second; he strode into the mansion, with the dog and the red butler following him.
It hadn't taken Sebastian very long to learn everything that the young Master had asked him to, and it had taken him even less time to find the toy shop in question. He, like Ciel had done before him, had peeked into the shop window before entering the shop itself. Unlike Ciel, he had picked out the little doll that looked like Eleanora immediately, and only noticed the Elizabeth-doll later.
He went inside the shop and picked up the music box with the dancing figures. He wound it up and "London Bridge" started to play. The tiny Eleanora doll and the tiny man spun around on the lid.
Sebastian didn't wait for the song to finish playing; he snapped off the two figures and held them up close to his eyes. Yes, the woman-doll was definitely Eleanora…but she was wearing a fancy blue ball-gown instead of her normal maid attire. He didn't recognize the man at all, but he hated the way that he held the Eleanora. He carefully pried the two apart and tossed the male doll into the nearby stove and watched it melt with satisfaction. He didn't know what to do with the Eleanora doll—he didn't want to just toss it away into the fire, but he didn't really want it to exist, either.
So he found a small box, found a soft black cloth, wrapped the doll in the cloth, put the doll into the box, and then he gave the box a proper cremation in the stove.
There, that was over with. He rose up from watching the fire and went out the back door and found the mansion.
He gave it a quick, demonic once-over—the young Master was inside, as well as some soul he didn't recognize. There was a tower in the distance; he ran towards it.
For some reason, Grell and the dog were standing in front of it, as if waiting for someone. Grell was having difficulty restraining the dog; it kept on trying to run for the door.
The tower itself had another unrecognizable soul inside it. Sebastian turned to leave and search the mansion when he suddenly saw it out of the corner of his eye:
Eleanora's soul was inside the tower.
But why was it so faint? What had happened to her?
Well, at least she still had some strength; if she was on the verge of death, he wouldn't have been able to catch it. But where was the Lady Elizabeth?
He ran back to the mansion to search for her.
Meanwhile, the Lady Elizabeth was on a table in a room inside the tower. She was incredibly weak—so weak that Sebastian hadn't been able to sense her at such a distance. She didn't move at all while the man in blue started working on her.
The man himself was so focused on his work that he didn't notice Eleanora until she had slapped his head with a poker.
He was absolutely unfazed as he turned around; Eleanora lifted it up to hit him again when she stumbled and fell down.
He caught her and held her close. She had fainted from weakness, and she had every right to:
Her soft human body was slowly turning into one of silver and gold.
"You—shouldn't—have—done—that," the man said in a strange, jerky voice. "It's—not—good—for—you—to—move—around—so—my—fair—lady."
He picked her up and placed her on another table, waiting for the process to become complete. Next to the table was an unfinished wedding dress.
"We—are—very—very—lucky—my—lady," the man said to the unconscious Eleanora. "My—master—has—given—me—permission—to—marry—you. It's—not—every—day—that—one—meets—such—a—beauty."
He kissed her on the lips and went back to Lady Elizabeth, humming "London Bridge" under his breath.