" Hehehe!" The assassin whom turned out to be the big sister of harlots was the assassin and she was laughing at Ian and Emmitt. She found their perplexed faces to be funny. But what was most confusing was how she could be laughing...when Emmitt was about to kill her. " Surprised to see me?"
" I am more surprised you didn't do a better job of hiding your stench," Ian replied nonchalantly. " When I walked into that filthy worm moistened gum choking brothel I smelled blood. In a brothel I am use to smelling sweat after your customers use your girls for pleasure. But that's all they ever give...pleasure. Why would you keep the blood under your clothes? Was it to help your sick fantasy of killing prostitutes or do you just dislike women that much you decide to kill them?"
" Maybe I don't have a reason why I killed my girl," she said licking her fingers. " I've had my heart broken by men so many times that I thought I would never go near them again. Than I met you, Emmitt. You remind me of those men on the outside, dark and hateful, but you always know when to make me smile and moisten up my legs."
" You're welcome." Emmitt put on hand on his right shoulder and bowed.
" But all men are not like you, Emmitt. All woman are not like you either."
" So that is why you killed Darcy?" Ian smirked after getting the gist of it all. " She broke your heart—no, your heart was broken a long time ago and that's why you don't believe in God. This was about money wasn't it?"
" She faked being raped in my brothel. She sent a fake picture only of her being raped by I allow into the brothel. I can keep the police from shutting my place down, but it's expensive and only works with dirty cops, and they keep requiring more to not let out rumours of how I give lots of people sexual transmitted diseases. That whore! I thought I would be ruined until I met him?"
" Who?"
" Some man in a black cape. He listened to my story and said he could give me a way to finish my enemies. He gave me a strange sterobolin that increased my strength and speed. Even now I have that increase in my veins. It makes me do things I never thought I would do, or could do with my weak body."
" What did this man look like?" Ian asked.
" I didn't get a good look at his face, but he invited me into his shop. It was a coffin store. He was a bit of a freak, always laughing and speaking in an English accent but also talking to himself as if he was another person. He gave me this vial and told me it would give me the power I desired until I died."
" Where did you come up with the mask? Did you find it in your store and thought it could keep your face hidden?"
" That mask has been in my family ever since I was born. Do you know me who like to wear fox masks in carnivals? My father liked to wear that mask ever time he raped me. After his wife left him my father has always tried using me, his only daughter, to relieve him. I cooed and told him he was big and hard...it was like I was lusting over my father. What would my father do? To protect his family he would do anything to anyone to protect them, and he would even kill them."
" I heard enough." Ian took a take recorder out of his sleeves. It was a new place anyone would think of hiding a tape recorder. He pressed a button and Azalea's exact words played softly. " I think the police chief would like to hear this. You will be sent to jail, maybe even executed after years in prison."
" Not if I escape!" Azalea showed Ian and Emmitt what her newfound speed could do. She ran past Ian and Emmitt running towards the side of the building. She almost leapt up the building and made her escape.
" Emmitt, I order you to apprehend her," Ian commanded darkly.
Emmitt placed one hand on his shoulder and nodded. " As you wish, my master."
Emmitt disappeared and reappeared on the top of the building Azalea was trying to escape from. Throwing a punch and trying desperately to escape, Azalea growls when her attack misses. Emmitt tackled Azalea to the ground. They fell over fifty feet to the ground but were somehow unscathed by the fall. Azalea got back up and made her quick escape.
Azalea is hit and was sent flying towards the building. She fell and Emmitt appeared on the ground to fight her. Rolling around on the ground, the two land punches on one another. It looked like Azalea had the upper hand, hitting faster and stronger than Emmitt, but the demonic butler just smiled his evil smile and his eyes seemed to change red in delight.
" Emmitt, what are you waiting for?" Ian said as his body glow purple from the contract hidden somewhere in his body. " I order you to capture her!"
Emmitt thrust his hand into Azalea's chest creating a vibration and shockwave. The power of his shockwave pushed Azalea where she hit the wall and Ian smirked at the sight of her unconsciousness. Suddenly, she got back up and ran up the building fast as a flash.
" I thought I told you to capture her?" Ian asks furiously.
" I tried, young master," Emmitt confesses, grins. " But it's just like Azalea said. She is much faster and stronger than a human being."
" Of course, sorry." Ian mutters. " We still have to find her. Find her before she kills more people. We have a whole room of defenceless people she can easily cut, slit, and snap like twigs."
" I never seen you care so much about others," he grins.
" If they die they will blame the Phantomhive Household. What are we but something everyone can look up to. Kids, adolescence, adults, and grandparents should see the Phantomhive as a means to all their problems. I give you another order, one even you can't screw up. I order you the next time you see Azalea to kill her."
