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Alois smirked as he looked at him, keeping his hand where it was. "It's too dark in here to see what you're wearing. All I can see is your beautiful moon-light eyes, and that fiery red hair that I wish to un-braid and run my hands through as I convince you to give into my temptation of a sinful night."

Alois smirked even more as he placed his hands on his thighs and felt up on his legs. "I don't need a confessional because those are for people who are actually sorry for what they have done..." He then licked his lips and pulled him into a heated french kiss. Auberon taught him well in bed.

When He got back to the manor, Ferdiand used the pendant to turn back into a female right away, and after taking a long hot shower to wash away the evidence of her affair, Isabella used her favorite shampoo in her hair, remembering how the blond held it close to his lips and commented on the scent. Once she dried off she pulled a house coat on over herself and tiptoed across the hall to Ciel's bedroom.
Pushing the door open she crept in and slipped into the bed with him, just the same after everyone of her missions except that this time, she didn't come to him as Ferdinand.

Isabella snuggled next to him. "No, everything's fine....it was just a really stressful battle with this spirit, it had me locked in it's memories and it....it was very sad, I couldn't help but feel sorry for it." She said, her thoughts weren't on the ghost at all. She clung to Ciel as if to beg for his forgiveness. "I....I am very tired, it....drained everything out of me that's all."

It was like a horse kicked her in the gut. For a moment she didn't say anything, luckily for her the darkness didn't reveal her pained expression, she sighed, swallowing back tears as she closed her eyes to sleep.

During the next few days, Isabella tried her best to forget Alois and luckily for her they didn't have any outings so there was a less of a chance for her to run into Earl Trancy.

A week later, they had gone out to a see a cricket match. There where a lot of people there, the ground lower seats where taken by the upperclass. being closer and having the best view. Isabella wore a small hat and held a parasol so that she could shield herself from the warm sun.
She was happy, Ciel has agreed to come out on a social outing and she was excited to see him talking to another man in the box seat next to theirs.

Hearing the curse word, Isabella glanced over just everybody within earshot did, She not only looked, she stared. here she was trying her best to forget that night when the very same young man she shared a very special night with was right there in front of her!
Isabella felt her face grow warm and her heart beat faster, What was wrong withe her?! She truned away form Alois, drawing her parasol downwards to hide her face from him.

Isabella sighed relived when the game began, towards the next set, She was starting to wish that she hadn't drunk so much punch before the game. She fidgeted a little At least Alois wasn't coming over to bother Ciel anymore. But....
As soon as the players went for a brake, She got up. "I'll be right back Ciel." She said with a sheepish smile. Isabella had to get up and walk to the entrance where the water closet was. Trying not seem as if she was hurrying.

Isabella sighed, she didn't understand cricket that much, even when Ciel explained the rules to him, to her it was just a bunch of players knocking balls around with sticks. But it was chance to get Ciel out of the manor.
After she was done she noticed that there wasn't anyone around. Sighing. "Englishmen and their games..." She was reluctant to go back out there even though she can hear that from the sound of the crowd cheering that the game had resumed.
It was because of Alois and that she didn't want to go back out there, She wasn't sure that she could hold her compoiser for very long if he decided to come over, and Ciel would definitely notice.
"Of all the days...why did he have to-hmmppp!!" She was startled when she felt a bunch of hands grab her, dropping her parasol. One large meaty hand went around her mouth and nose, a cloth soaked in some foul smelling liquid, before her brain could register what it was, she took a breath of the gas. Her head swam from it's effects and the other hands grabbed tightly at her waist, the action causing her corset to buckle a bit. Isabella coughed as the air was forced from her lungs even as she fought not to breath in the chloroform. The cloth was gagging her, preventing her from screaming for help. She dimmly heard the roar of the cheering crowds as everything blacked out.

When she came to, she would find herself bound, gagged and shoved in a dark box.