well is sorry for the late chapter, I've been stressed to my breaking point. my (fake)student syndrome is getting the better of me. I am a master procrastinator ~ not something to be proud of :) well i hope you enjoy this late chapter:

Chapter 4: The Interview of a Cambion.

Time waits for no one, they say and Ciel Phantomhive couldn't agree more. The Yard had finally arrived, quicker than he once thought. It would tarnish the family name for the police to suspect the Earl of Phantomhive's only child, Ciel thought his father would complain and make the officers leave as soon as they came near his property. Perhaps he wants them to question me, get their answers and finally come to the conclusion that im not the person they're looking for and leave.

The knock at the door interrupts his train of thought. Tanaka hesitates before opening the door, looking at him with a sad expression. An explosion of souls of all kinds assaults his nostrils without hesitation. His nose flares, subconsciously drinking in the scents of the officers. There were more than twelve officers, all experts at different areas. There was far too much souls in his presence that he could handle. He avoided them all, using one of his inhuman abilities to escape the herd of souls.

Once he slammed the door behind him he leaned against the wooden door and taking in a deep breath that fulled his imaginary lungs. He slumped against the door and fell to the ground with an audible sigh. "Phantomhive!" a voice called out with demand. He looked up to see the face of sir Arthur Randall. The serial killer grumbled, inaudibly. "Hurry up now son. We better get this mess over with," his father beckoned. The boy went up and walked towards his dreaded interview. Albeit, rather slowly.

The boy was ushered into the drawing-room as he caught the eyes of his mother. He smiled reassuringly and entered the room. The room was full of scents that were horrid and made him want to vomit. Others, had a bit of spice but were lacking in texture and seasoning. One officer caught his eye. Brown hair cut short but his fringe outgrown and covering most of his face. One brown eye was visible and he could smell the cruelty and greed transmitting from his aura. A sadist. Disgusting, who knows what this man has done. The killer glared harshly and twitched his lip, showing a single canine in warning.

The brown-eyed man's eyes widen with surprise as well as fear a considerable amount that Ciel was happy with before taking his seat next to his father, his back straightened and his hands clasped over his lap. "Well we better get this over with," the brown-eyed man said with a whimper that only Ciel was able to pick up. The boy smirked inwardly with a chuckle, I scared him.

"Where were at the hours of seven and eight on Friday?" Here we go.

The boy leaned into his chair with a bored expression, "I was in bed, it was my thirteenth birthday and I was tired." There was the irritable scratching of an ink pen on paper. "Can anyone justify that?" the boy raised his eyebrow, "I was asleep. You'd have to ask my parents and the servants."

"Do you know what Luminol Chemiluminescence is?" Arthur asked with his businesslike tone. Ciel had to pause, he knew that Luminol was one of the few things he kept in his grandmothers handmade bag. But the Yard could use it also. " I don't, but im guessing it's some kind of chemical or something like that."

"Do you know what Hydrogen Peroxide is?" another officer asked, his eyes focused on the boy's body. "Is this an interview or a science test?" the boy snidely remarked. His father looked at him at the corner of his eye with a glare. "How the hell would I know what Hydrogen peroxide is? Im thirteen years old for god's sake!" Ciel vociferated.

"And you're suspected of being an infamous serial killer who's killed more than fifty people!" yelled the brown-eyed man shouted.

"This is not a matter to take likely!" Ciel gave the man a cold look. " I understand the predicament I'm in. I'm not an idiot. I'm aware that Scotland Yard is suspecting a thirteen-year-old boy of murdering more than fifty people in the time frame of three years," the boy growled, standing up with a tense body, ready to attack. "If you were really smart, you would realize I was nine when the first murder happened. A hundred and thirty-pound man was stabbed and mauled to death. Are you aware that I was just less than ninety pounds lighter than him!?"

Ciel hissed at the end of his moment of rage and excused himself from the room with a loud slam. He ignored his mother and stormed up to his room, growling demonically as he went. He was in a blind rage, all he could see was red. He didn't even try to hide his demonic appendages. He was too consumed in fury. He growled and he punched his night stand with all the force he possessed and the expensive piece of furniture shattered into sharp pieces.

The boy hardly resembled the human he is considered to be. Black scaled wings with a couple hundred feathers hanging on. Black horns had curved forwards from his now black hair. Clawed hands scaled and talons grew from his feet. A horned black tail formed as his coccyx grew longer, resembling a tail. His clothes ripped from the morph and black leather replaced the discarded clothing. His sharp, pointed canines throbbed angrily as the demand for souls replaced his common knowledge.

The thought struck him as he realized there was over twelve officers downstairs in the drawing-room . . .

His tongue licked over his canines hungrily, a low sultry growl escaped his lips. He jumped out of the window, crashing into it and breaking it as he flew down to the ground below. He jumped into the air and flew to the other side of the house to get to the drawing room. Once he found it, he didn't hesitate before crashing through the glass. Once he settled himself on the ground he turned and faced the officers.

"He– he– he really look–s–s like an ang–el," the brown-eyed man stuttered. The cambion hissed and bared his fangs as venom dripped from them and leaking into his saliva that was cascading from his mouth. The men backed away in fear, a few cowering in the corner. The cambion had his eyes set on the man who reeked of greed. His muscles twitched as his bone shape changed to allow him to comfortably walk on all fours, crouching like a feline, ready to pounce.

His spiked tail swung in the air happily as Ciel crawled closer to the brown-eyed man. His slitted pink eyes glowing in bloodlust. Ciel smirked hungrily, his back legs forced him off the ground and he landed on the brown-eyed man as he sloppily gorged his fangs into the man's throat and the man screamed in agony before the cambion had damaged his throat that he was unable to do so. The demon spawn ripped the soul –invisible to human eyes – and swallowed.

The cambion's face was covered in so much blood that it was black. Ciel grinned with an animalistic smile.

sorry for the long wait. I have practise examinations and i'm being to become stressed out. I have exams again in late november but that's a while away. I hope you enjoy and this story is probably going to have 10 chapters or so. and gore next chapter and death - because i'm hopeless.