I just wanted to say a huge big thanks to anyone who's reviewed! It does really make a big difference, especially when you can think of nothing to write. So yeah... sorry 'bout the lack of updating. I do intend to keep posting more from now on.
This is just a little filler chapter, a longer chapter will come soooooon!
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"Ciel! Ciel!" The Earl looked up from his file as he heard his name being screamed. A second later, his study door was thrown open as a panting brunette stood at the entrance. "It's … Rosalie! She's… gone!" Abigail gasped.

Ciel stood instantly and appeared before her in the blink of an eye. "What do you mean, gone?" He questioned harshly, gripping onto her upper arm suddenly and pulling her flush against him so she wouldn't be able to avoid the question.

"I mean gone!" She cried desperately. "She's not in the room, she's gone!"

"Get Sebastian and meet me in her room." He demanded as he roughly pushed her back and ran to where he had been keeping Rosalie hostage for roughly a month now. Abigail stumbled back a few paces before quickly running down the hall to the kitchen.

Ciel pushed open the door cautiously, peering inside the room.

It was cold, and the grey mist that should have put Rosalie in an unconscious state still hung at the very top of the room, thinned out dramatically from the fresh breeze coming in the room. Glancing around the room he noticed the bed stripped of all its bedding. Slowly he looked out the window and saw the knotted sheets billowing lightly in the wind.

Who would have thought she would have ever had the nerve to attempt escaping?

As he peered down curiously, Sebastian appeared by his side, Abigail arriving in his wake, panting softly. The Earl could see the inquisitive look in her eyes, probably distantly wondering how the butler couldn't be somewhat breathless from running up to the room from the kitchen.

A serene silence passed between them as Abigail stepped forward, pushing gently past Ciel to peer out the window. "She really climbed down there?" She asked sceptically, leaning out the window further, allowing her weight to rest on her hand which was propped up on the window frame.

Before either could reply, her palm slipped, causing her weight to fall forward suddenly.

It was Ciel that lurched for her and pulled her back from the window, causing her to practically hiss from a mixture of pain, embarrassment and shock at having her waist grabbed and wrenched backwards so tightly and suddenly.

"What's the matter with you?" She demanded. "What's the matter with me?" He repeated, looking at her as if she had finally lost her wits – which at this point, would be no real shocker for the young Earl. "You were the one hanging out of the window."

In response she merely bit her plump red lip, refusing to utter a word in response, an embarrassed blush rising softly in her cheeks.

He merely sighed at her and rolled his eyes. "We'll begin outside," Ciel decided, glancing over the vast back gardens and scowling absently at the countless hiding places. Realistically, tracking her shouldn't prove to be much of a problem. Her destination was likely to be London, considering that was where she hailed. But with the thick forests at the end of the garden, as well as the constant breeze wafting her scent further and further from her real trail would make finding her slightly more challenging than initially anticipated.

"The sun is going down," Abigail murmured. "Finding her now will be difficult enough, let alone once the sun drops."

Although she had a point, it was hardly relevant to the demons. They could see perfectly, if not better in the dark. Rosalie wouldn't make it far once night fell though.

"Besides, feel the chill from the wind, once the sun goes down, it will be bitterly cold. Likelihood is she won't make it through the night."

Ciel's eyes landed back on the brunette. She was gazing out at the vast lands of the Phantomhive estate. "All the more reason to find her quickly in that case."

Abigail gave him a curious look, raising an eyebrow.

"I have no intention of letting Rosalie die." Ciel murmured.

For a while, the girl next to him didn't reply.

"She proves to be great entertainment, hmm?"

Abigail knew better than to question if it was merely because he cared for the girl. She had never seen that Earl care about anything aside from the Queen. She had no idea what this Rosalie was providing him, but she imagined it would have to be entertaining if nothing else. Besides, as bad as he thought he was, he would never let an innocent girl die, Abigail knew this deep down. He had saved her before hadn't he? He just saved her from falling out the window and she was far from innocent. After all, if he hadn't let her die, someone whose death would be beneficial for him, he wouldn't let some more girl die at the hands of weather.

The thought made her smile internally. He was a better boy than she could ever hope to be.

She couldn't help but wonder about who Rosalie was, or how she came to be in his care in the first place. Well... "care" was rather loosely phrased. Abigail assumed it was business involving the Queen. Possibly a lady of hers? Certainly pretty enough. Not that she would really know, all the brunette had seen was the mop of silk white hair. All she did was dash in, deliver the food and dash out.

But then again, she was being "kept" here, as Sebastian had phrased it to her one day. So maybe she was an enemy of the Queen? That's why they kept her locked up here?

Or was Rosalie in truth, simply the maid that was here before she arrived? She quite distinctly remembered while running errands some weeks ago in London while Ciel and Sebastian scoured Wales for all it was worth, overhearing some interesting gossip from the ladies in the fabric shop. According to them, the infamous Earl and the maid had a little bit too much fun behind the back of his dear fiancée.

Abigail highly doubted the maid in question was the bespeckled thing who was head over heels in love with Sebastian. She was also certain there were no other maids present in the house. Rosalie was certainly striking enough to be the maid in question. Was she therefore locked away to prevent any more trouble?

"Ciel..." Abigail began softly. He glanced over at her.

"Who is Rosalie? Why is she here?"

Ciel stared at her for a long moment before sighing. "I suppose I owe you the truth don't I? You have worked here rather loyally for a good few months."