Alois groaned as he got into the seat of the Mercedes. His classes had just ended for the day and he was not happy. Apparently, forgetting to do your homework in favour of solving a murder is frowned upon. He was failing maths, and he really didn't want to put the work in to fix it at this point. Obviously, the Macken had more important things to be doing, therefore he tended to prioritize them. It made perfect sense, but his teacher didn't see it that way. The instructor was aware that Alois worked as a detective part time, but did not care to flirt with the idea of giving the blonde a break. Alois was not off to a good start today. He still needed to go to work.

With a heavy sigh, he buckled his seatbelt and turned the ignition key before taking off. He had arranged to interrogate the suspects of the "Hammer" case. Hopefully, he wouldn't feel inclined to rough them up, given his current mood. It would be nice to let off some steam, but murdering murder suspects is considered to be somewhat counter-productive.

Once again, he made it inside the New Scotland Yard building and weaseled his way past the reception-lady whom he despises so much. How dare she perceive him as some punkish delinquent when he, in fact, was an officer of the law? He wasn't a very lawful one, but he got his job done. Thus, he was granted access to the homicide department with ease, and made his way toward the younger detective Bailey's office.

"Yo, where can I interrogate the suspects?" Alois asked, abruptly sticking his head in the door and startling the human for what felt like the umpteenth time that week. Bailey furrowed his brows and stood up from his desk with a sigh.

"Follow me." He said before walking past the menace and out the door. Michael knew that the demon probably knew the way, but he wasn't going to let Alois interrogate the suspects alone. Lord knows just what the blonde would do to them. They didn't talk throughout the entirety of the journey; only doing so when they reached the door.

"Alright. Thanks." Alois stated, moving to walk past the human and through the door. Michael stopped him.

"I'm going too." Said the Bailey.

"Uhm, no, you aren't. No offense, but I don't want you messing this up." The demon replied, grabbing the handle. His eyes widened when the other man gripped his wrist and shot him a nasty glare.

"I'm the one who'll mess it up?" asked the human. "I went to school for this. I know what to do. You're the one who doesn't know proper protocol."

"And out of the two of us, who has gotten the most results?" answered Alois with a question of his own. "I've handled baddies who are infinitely more frightening than two ordinary serial killers, and I've seen some of the vilest people ever to walk the face of the earth. I know what to do. Unlike you, who has a piece of paper, I have practice."

"You haven't been trained to handle situations like this, though!"

"That is enough." The demon growled, his temper acting up. His tone immediately silenced the other detective, and forced the man to take his hand away. "I am your superior. I will not be talked down to by brats like you who can't even do their damn job so I have to do it for them! You have no grounds to make any sort of argument against me. Do you talk to Ciel like this?"

"U-uhm, no…"

"Then why would you feel that you have any authority to talk to me in this way? You seem to really like strictly following protocol, right? Then listen to your superior officer and go back to your post until I have use for you."

Alois' words were harsh. It was a combination of both his previous agitation and his sense of self-respect. Used to, he would have simply gone along with Bailey's instructions, but now, he knew better. In reality, he was just as good, if not better than the detective, despite his level of schooling and he was most certainly not going to put up with someone who both annoys him and impedes his progress.

Bailey Junior was speechless. In fact, he was somewhat afraid of the blonde before him. He couldn't argue. Alois did have power over him. With that, he straightened himself.

"Y-yes, sir." He said before turning and walking away.

A wicked grin appeared on the demon's face as he did. After all, it wasn't every day that Alois was called "Sir". The blonde took a moment to change his grin from a mischievous one to a friendly one before opening the door. Inside was the couple suspected of murder, Mister and Missus Dinsdale.

The pair looked tired and Alois internally cursed the other detective for not keeping them separate. Despite their ordinary, somewhat dowdy appearances, anyone would want to try and get their story straight in order to get out of trouble. Even still, he maintained a friendly façade.

"Hello~!" he said in a pleasant tone before taking a seat in front of the couple on the other side of the table. They looked a bit puzzled and it took him a moment to figure out why.

"Yeah, even though I might look like some random college-kid, I am a detective, in case you're wondering." Alois said. He pulled out his badge and held it up to them. "See?"

"Oh, sorry." Replied Missus Dinsdale. "We didn't know people so young could be detectives."

"It's alright. I get that a lot. The lady at the front desk still thinks I'm some punk kid who just keeps getting in trouble." The demon answered, putting his badge away. He rested his elbow on the table and his chin in his palm. "So, where do you want to start?"

"We don't know what's going on." Mister Dinsdale stated somewhat forcefully. "What are we here for?"

"Well, at the moment, you two are the only suspects in a murder case." The menace said. "I'm sorry, didn't they tell you when they arrested your wife? They should have." He was lying. He knew full-well already that the older man seated across from him had been informed.

"No, they didn't." Mister Dinsdale answered.

"I see… Well, what happened is that around five people were lured into remote places and killed with a blunt instrument."

"There's no way we would do that!"

"There's not many people who would." Alois said, leaning back in his chair.

"I'm required to ask: Missus Dinsdale?" he called, prompting the woman's attention. "Why was there a hammer in your purse? You're an art teacher, right?"

"Right…" Stephanie replied softly. "I was working on a sculpture and just put it in my bag because I was in a hurry."

"Oh, I get it. And the red stuff on it was paint?"

"Yes."

"Bzzzt!" the demon buzzed, causing both humans to jump. "That's a lie. The red substance was confirmed to be blood in the lab. What really happened? Did you cut yourself?"

"U-uhm, yes…" Missus Dinsdale said, glancing at her spouse. "It's a little embarrassing…"

"Can you show me? I don't mean to be invasive, but it could clear your name."

"It's already healed up, unfortunately…"

"Bzzt~!" Alois loudly buzzed again, imitating a game-show buzzer. "The hammer was covered in blood. That would have had to have been a pretty deep wound, and it's very unlikely that it would heal in under a week."

"Are you saying that my wife killed those people?!" demanded the woman's husband.

"Not at all. My actual suspicion is that you both had some involvement." The Macken calmly stated. "Why don't you just tell me why?"

"We didn't do it!"

"Then why did you send text messages to the victims, giving them directions to the location in which their bodies were found, Mister Dinsdale?"

Upon hearing that question, the older man forgot how to speak. There was nothing for him to say, after all. He folded his fingers on the table in front of them and stared at them, all while the blonde menace continued to smile in a friendly sort of way at both suspects.

"Are you interested in horror movies?" Alois inquired, moving right along.

"Not really." Answered Missus Dinsdale, as her husband fell silent. "They're too scary for us."

"Oh really? Why?" asked the demon. "Do scary stories scare you?"

"A bit." The woman said. "Especially when they seem realistic!"

"I know what you mean. I used to be scared of the dark, myself." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small box of candy. He opened it and put one of the colourful sweets on his tongue, making sure he flashed his contract seal in the process. "With the sort of people I work with, though, you learn to embrace it."

"That's—!" the woman began, cutting herself short. Even her husband looked up, his eyes widening.

"What is it? Oh, I'm sorry, do you want one?" innocently asked the blonde, holding the box out to the woman. "Personally, the red ones are my favourite."

"I'm sorry, but, that mark on your tongue…?"

"Oh, this?" Alois questioned, flicking the candy into his cheek before sticking out the muscle. After a few seconds he put his tongue back in his mouth and bit down on the candy. "Cool, huh? I got it in London's underworld; from one of their famous 'boogeymen'." He examined both suspects' faces and smiled as they seemed to be brimming with questions.

"It's an interesting place." He continued. "Know the right people, and you can have almost anything you want! Sorry, I'm getting off topic, aren't I?"

"No, no! You're fine!" Spoke the art teacher, leaning forward in her seat.

"Not really. People call me a monster for the things that I've done running around in there." A sigh escaped the menace's lips before he continued. "Yet I always see myself going back." His eyes flashed red as the flickered upward at the couple, causing them both to flinch.

"Are you interested in it?" he asked. "The murderer supposedly used the victims' blood to write cryptic, occult messages and symbols on the walls, but all of my sources say that they don't actually mean anything."

"They don't?" absent-mindedly asked the woman, earning a glare from her spouse.

"No, of course not! Who told you that they did?" chuckled the menace. "They're in big trouble."

Once the possible punishment appeared to have been shifted, the pair glanced looked at each other, silently debating as to whether or not they should come clean. Would they be released if they did? Or was the blonde just jesting?

"Do you believe in the occult?" asked Mister Dinsdale.

"Of course! I am a demon, after all!" Alois said pleasantly, being extremely brazen in his approach as per usual. After all, he never was much of a fan for subtlety. The couple's jaws nearly dropped at the statement.

"You're… You're joking, right?" asked the husband.

"Nope. I'm a real-life, honest-to-God demon." The blonde stated. "My partner and I help regulate the supernatural activity of the city. Anyways, who told you that those symbols meant something? I need to know so they won't trick people again." At the same time, the couple looked at each other again before nodding.

"We found a child… Well, at least he looked like one, in an alleyway…" Missus Dinsdale began. "His face was covered in blood around his mouth, and next to him was a body… He was a vampire! A real-life vampire! We just happened to come across them…"

"He looked like he was going to kill us, but instead, we begged him into making us one of them…" her husband added. "He told us to go to this old abandoned part of town… I don't remember the exact address, but it was a run-down warehouse on the East end. There, we met others like him, a-and they told us that the only way to become vampires is to do this…"

"You were fooled." Alois stated. "A person can only become a vampire if they're a virgin, and are bitten by a vampire of the opposite sex." He paused, trying to think of why a group of vampires wouldn't just kill a couple of humans wandering around. Quickly, he snapped himself from his thoughts to look up at the disappointed-looking couple.

"Look, I know immortality is a promising thing, but trust me, you don't want to be vampires." He said. "It's hard being supernatural in a human-run world. I have one last question for you: Did the vampire who pointed you in their direction in the first place have a name?" Alois waited for the Dinsdales to answer. Hesitantly, they did.

"Baldassare." Mister Dinsdale said. "He said his name was 'Baldassare'…"

Alois took out his memopad and quickly jotted that down so he'd remember. He needed to get this information back to Ciel, or H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. Then, the demon looked up with a smile.

"Alright, then, that's all I need to know. I'll tell one of my coworkers to come collect you." He said, standing up and putting the pad back in his pocket. The two suspects looked up at him expectantly.

"So, you're going to have them let us go?" asked Mister Dinsdale.

"Oh, no. A murder is still a murder. Thank you for the confession." Alois said, trying not to laugh as he walked toward the door. The other man in the room suddenly stood up and slammed his hands on the table.

"You bastard!" he shouted. "What about the occult?! They made us do it!"

"Don't be silly." The Macken said, pausing as he opened the door. A smirk formed on his face before he spoke again. "Things like that exist only in faeire tales."

With that, the blonde left, leaving the two crimminals to await their fate. Now, he wasn't interested in them anymore. He was, however, very interested in this "Baldassare".


A/N: Why is Alois so serious and mature and shit?

The baby has grown up... I'm so proud...

I feel like I should tone down his seriousness, but at the same time, he is sort of serious when he wants and/or needs to be.

I dunno. Give me your thoughts, dear children of the intergoogles...

Until then, my duckies~!


CHARACTER SHET

Question: "Hey Amelie! What would you do if someone started blowing kisses at Charlotte?" by RapunzelInTheSnow

Amelie's Answer: "Tear out their bones through their nostrils."