"Master there's been another kidnapping today." Sebastian slowly said to Ciel, the amount had increased from one or two a week to five or seven. Whoever was doing it seemed to be looking for something special. "Let me guess red hair?" Ciel asked. All the victims had the same thing in common, that was hair colour, something the kidnapper was clearly keen on."Yes it was another boy aged fourteen, he was taken last night whilst he was walking home from collecting some bread." Sebastian replied. He placed the photo of the boy named Thomas on his masters desk and looked down at the young one. Only fourteen and he had been possible murdered, the human world was a funny place at times, a place he didn't sometimes understand fully. He couldn't get his head around why a human would want to kidnap another human. He at first thought when the first victim came through, that they wanted money (Humans been greedy and money grabbing.) It made sense but when no ransom was offered it once again didn't make sense. What made the case even more tricky to solve was, after about a week the victim would turn up again, with no memory of what had happened to them let alone who was their kidnapper. "Sebastian I want you to make a suspect list up, question anyone around at the time of this kidnap. Do you understand?" Ciel barked, he looked at the photo of Thomas and felt some sympathy for the poor boy. If the Kidnapper kept to his or her pattern the boy would be found soon with no memory. This eased his mind a little, but at the back of it there was always the chance that the kidnapper didn't release him. "Yes my young lord." Sebastian said bowing down. He walked to leave the room, he had recently thought it could be someone trying to conduct an ancient ritual but the chances of that were slim indeed. As only demons and supernatural beings knew of it, but he didn't cross it off the list of possibilities.

Absinthe checked the boy out, he was in perfect health a prime specimen to use. But only if his soul was truly ready to be extracted. She held her hand up and a claw extended, she pressed it against his cheek and dug it in. The boy was heavily sedated and wouldn't wake up for a few hours, by the time he did he would either be; Ready to be sacrificed or Be wandering the streets of London back to normal. She could feel his soul and aura wriggling around sending messages to her about the young boy. She retracted her claw back in and frowned. "Yet another blank, he's too young and feeble is soul would simply not conjoin with yours." She softly said turning around to See Drocell sat in a chair in the dark. He stood up and walked towards her, his movements were a little stiff but that didn't stop him moving. He knew she wouldn't give up till he was once again human. " Oh dear what a shame, Absinthe explain to me again why it has to be child?" He asked her, curious to why it had to be so specific for it to work. She pressed a cloth with one of her hands onto the boys cheek to stop it from bleeding. "Well A child's Soul is something we can work with, it has not fully grown yet and that is what we need. You see when you was resurrected as a doll part of your soul was still left but not enough to make you human, if I combine it with a soul on the verge of maturity it will fuse with yours and turn your wood to flesh and bone your inside to organs. It is a very complicated process that requires more than a soul, it requires me putting part of myself into you to make it complete, not only will you be human but also a demon." She gasped for air after finishing what seemed to Drocell a speech on the ritual. He smiled a little and even though it was a small faint smile, he watched as her eyes lit up with glee. "Then we can be together?" He asked her moving closer. She smiled and nodded before removing the cloth and spitting on the boys wound. "Yes of course my love." She watched as the wound closed up. Drocell grabbed her hand and she turned to him, she grabbed his glove and removed it see wooden fingers. It didn't bother her in the slightest but it bothered him, he began to get uncomfortable with her looking at his fingers. She put it back on to ease his discomfort before leaning in and kissing him on the lips. She pulled away and began to play with his hair, it felt soft and smooth against her fingers, he wrapped his arms around her waist and stared into her eyes. "You know I don't mind you been a doll, it doesn't make a difference to the person you are or anything in the slightest you do know that?" She asked him, her eyes glowing in the faint light. Drocell nodded and scratched his head a little.

"Yes but it matters to me, what kind of husband would I be if I couldn't give you a child? Hold your hand or do anything of the sort?" Absinthe opened her mouth to object to the holding notion.

"Without gloves on." He finished off by placing a gloved finger on her lips. She bit it gently before trying to pull it off with her teeth. She giggled before letting go and letting him slip it back on properly. He reached up and took off his top hat placing it on her. She giggled again this time wrapping her arms around his neck.

"You look very cute you should wear it more often." He smiled as he said it, looking down at his fiancée filled with an emotion he experienced when he was alive. "I better go and wipe his memory and put him back." She frowned and bit her lip, she didn't like venturing outside in the cold but she had to complete her task. She turned and saw the snow falling in sheets she turned back to Drocell her eyes widened.

"Care to walk with me in the snow?" She asked him her pupils wide and flickering. Drocell smiled once again and nodded. He outstretched his hand and she grabbed it."Of course I would my love." He Grinned.