Elizabeth settled in to her new room and lay down on the bed. This was the first time she could just sit in months, mostly her parents have tried to get her to go to parties and balls or go shopping for cute things, but she was done with that. Something down the stairs made a sound. "Hello?" she called out though she didn't know why and an intruder wouldn't just introduce himself. She started to walk down the stairs until something was put over her face. She got very dizzy and could feel herself starting to black out. 'Matthew,' she said in her mind 'save me, hurry!" and all went black.

Ciel heard her voice in his head, heard her desperate call. He stopped in his tracks, turned around in the direction opposite to the office, and ran. He could feel the mark on his hand burning. Since Elizabeth's mark had never been covered by gloves, it still gave off the unmistakably traceable aura that he needed to find her. He cursed himself for leaving her, because if he hadn't, this would not have happened. He ran, ran towards the front hall, where he found his mistress unconscious, a cloaked figure holding a cloth over her face. Chloroform. He recognized the scent; it had been used on him a few times before, by hopeful kidnappers.

Ciel knew he had no chance with silverware, he wasn't Sebastian. What he could do was fence. He wasn't exactly a prodigy like Elizabeth, but he knew his way around a sword. He grabbed one off of a suit of armor and sprinted at the figure, running him through before he could see what was coming. The figure's hood fell and revealed him to be a man a little on the older side. Elizabeth's body began to droop to the ground along with the kidnapper's, and he caught her gently. Another figure emerged from behind a pillar.

"We've received substantial amounts of money to bring the Middleford girl back to where she belongs," the person stated. He pulled out a gun, but soon met the same fate as his comrade as Ciel laid Elizabeth down on the stairs and made quick work of the man. As he pulled to bloody sword from his opponent's shuddering body, he glared at him.

"Once something is truly lost, one can never get it back again," Ciel said. A small sound in the corner of the room distracted him and he saw Sebastian, in his new form, standing there and smiling at him.

"Shall I dispose of them, master?" he asked, making no comments as to Ciel's instinctive actions.

"Yes. Make sure Elizabeth doesn't see any evidence of what happened," he clarified.

"Of course, sir," Sebastian set to work. Ciel turned back to Elizabeth and picked her up off the staircase, her small frame light in his arms. He started to walk up the stairs.

Elizabeth felt herself being carried away from where she was knocked out by chloroform. If it wasn't for that dirty trick, she could have just fenced with him head on, dirty asshole. She was still very groggy, but she didn't mind being carried by Matthew. There was still something so familiar about him, if only she could put her finger on it. "What happened to those damn kidnappers?" Elizabeth asked, slurring her words. Elizabeth's language had become more... colorful after Ceil left. If Ceil ever did come back, he wouldn't recognize her. She was so different, so strange.

"There is no need to worry, I showed them the proper hospitality," Ciel said with the slightest of smiles. "And I suggest watching your language, my lady. It is unbecoming to you to speak so...colorfully," he always thought it would be the other way around, that she would be the one reprimanding him for his words. Ciel rounded yet another corner.

"I-I can walk on my own" Elizabeth tried to say, and it sounded more like she really could wall on her own. She knew she really couldn't yet, the chloroform wasn't fully worn off. she just didn't want to seem so helpless. It was a horrible feeling.

"I would not advise that, my lady," he was speaking from personal experience. "But if you insist..." he stepped into the room and gently placed her onto the floor.

"Well," Elizabeth said as she swayed dangerously, "You were about four feet from the bed; you could have sat me there!" she thought of Ceil doing things like that, always being smart with her.

"Ah, but you were so adamant about walking on your own," he said and scooped her up again. This time he sat her on the bed, propping her up against the fluffy pillows. He started to leave.

"Wait," she called, not sure why "um, will you stay until I can walk and such?" She slurred her words again, the effects were wearing off, but she still couldn't hold herself up well. "Just in case those ba- I mean low-life's come back?" She remembered her language problem.

Ciel saw the girl droop against the pillows and nodded. He smiled at the effort to keep the language clean. "Of course, my lady," he said.

Elizabeth smiled and closed her eyes. She felt safe around Matthew, though she didn't know why, she just did. Her mind then shifted to thoughts of Ceil, his perfect face, His wonderful silk skin, and beautiful blue gray hair. She kept thinking of Ceil as she slowly drifted to sleep.