"Wow, what a dump…" Alois said aloud as he stared out the window of the Mercedes Benz. He was not driving this time, granting him the ability. Sebastian chuckled from the driver's seat at the younger demon's observation. He had left Revy and Luka under the supervision of Travis so that he can protect the car. This wasn't a very nice section of the city, after all.
It was abandoned. This entire small, section of city was set to be demolished, however, the process was hindered by H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G; who graciously allows for London's supernatural beings to live there. When they're all in one convenient place, it's easier to observe them, after all. The only problem was that it was difficult to live there, especially for supernatural beings. Quite a few of them have difficulty finding work, giving their special needs or even their appearance. Thus, they have somehow managed to organise a support system to give each other aid.
Somewhere, hidden in this section of town was a small shop and café known as "The Wolf's Glen". It's run by the witches, who are able to blend in with humans effortlessly, and they are aided by the elves who simply appear to be very tall with slightly pointed ears. Here, they sell and ration supplies, sometimes bartering for them, as well as spells to alter a creature's shape so that they can find a way to survive in a human-run society. This was the Phantomhive demons' destination for today.
It was dusk, so it was the perfect time. Unfortunately, the person that they were looking for was not in the first location they thought she would be. Sister Dorothy lives in the abandoned church and with the help of The Wolf's Glen, found a way to renovate it so that she may give services to the supernaturals and even provide the children who couldn't go to a human school with some form of education. Naturally, she was looked up to in the community. Even the big, scary leaders of the vampire covens in the area respect her, including "Baby-Face" Baldassare.
That was a major accomplishment. Baldassare doesn't respect anyone, including the frightening "watchdog" of their faerie-tales. When retrieving information from him, Ciel would often have Sister Dorothy present, as she held some form of calming effect on the coven-leader. Baldassare wouldn't even swear around the nun, she was that good. Fortunately for Ciel, Sister Dorothy is accepting of everyone and is not afraid of him or his presence.
That didn't change the fact that it was difficult for him to get in contact with her, though. He and his little group were now forced to patrol the area in search of The Wolf's Glen, where Dorothy often went to in the early evening for this reason. All he needed Alois to do was go in, ask the person at the counter if they knew where he could find the nun, and if she wasn't there, either, hand them a note from Ciel if Dorothy wasn't there to receive it herself.
If the Phantomhive or his butler were to do it himself, any customers in the building might be sent into an utter panic. Not many were sure of what the watchdog actually looked like, as few had seen him. Many had heard descriptions of him, though, especially the children of the area. Ciel Phantomhive was their "boogeyman", the one who would come and snatch them up if they misbehaved. Sometimes, he was described as a cranky-looking man with a stern expression; others, he was described as an extremely handsome and charming one. Despite how much she was looked up to, it was Sister Dorothy's description that was the least popular. If you asked the nun, she would tell you that the legendary "Watchdog" had both of these traits, but one more. She would say that the watchdog looked like a broken child who might shatter at any moment. The one thing that remained consistent in all of these descriptions, however, was that the watchdog wore a black suit when he came to collect, an eyepatch, and that his hair was a strange shade of blackish-blue. It was for this reason that the Phantomhive cars all had tinted windows.
"Are you clear on the plan?" asked Ciel, looking over to his beau in the backseat.
"Yep. Crystal." Alois replied, holding the envelope in his fingers. He looked up to address the bluenette before turning his attention back outside. "How can a place like this even exist?"
"You're familiar with the concept of London's 'underworld'. This is just a variation of it." The Phantomhive answered. "It exists because H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G went out of its way for it. They hunt what needs to die, but not all supernatural beings are worthy of such treatment."
"How merciful." Snidely spoke the blonde, blinking as the car lulled to a stop directly in front of an alleyway.
He squinted, and at the end of it he saw a sign hanging off the wall with the words "The Wolf's Glen" on it. Alois turned to his beau one last time. He asked: "This my stop?" prompting a nod from the other man.
"Be right back." He said, pecking the bluenette on the lips before opening the car door and stepping out. Ciel smiled after him, only to force a frown upon hearing chuckling from the driver's seat.
"What's so funny?" asked the Phantomhive, looking toward the older demon. Sebastian shook his head.
"Nothing." The butler answered. "I just find it amusing how the frightening 'watchdog' that is so feared around these parts can be so gentle."
"Must you always tease me about this sort of thing?" inquired the Phantomhive, crossing his arms as he turned to watch his beau walk alone down the dark alleyway.
The blonde stepped through puddles as he made his way to the entrance. He slipped the envelope into his coat before he made it to the door. Surprisingly, it was actually quite ornate in comparison to its surroundings. It was carved from sturdy wood and had minute details and patterns embedded in its surface. On the wall next to it was a sign hung on a nail. It said "open", so after a few moments of mental preparation, the blonde opened the door. A bell rang as he did so, informing the staff of his presence, which somewhat startled him.
Unexpectedly, the place was nicely lit and very clean as opposed to the rest of the neighbourhood. It was well kept, and looked like a very pleasant cafe'. Alois walked inside, looking around him curiously. Admittedly, he did feel a bit self-conscious, as a few customers were looking at him. Hopefully, it was simply because he wasn't recognizable. After all, supernaturals supposedly had a very tight-knit community, here.
Alois' shoes clacked against the tile as he made his way to the counter. On his way there, he received a particularly nasty glare from a man who looked to be around his age, though he knew it was unlikely. He could smell blood wafting from his direction, most likely from the glass of what was the wrong consistency and shade to be wine. The Macken ignored the vampires scowl, and instead focused on the friendly-looking girl behind the counter.
"Welcome!" she greeted in a pleasant tone. The girl had light brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and a hoodie that was black in only the torso, but orange in the sleeves and hood. Over that, she wore an apron. Alois could sense some diabolical energy on her, but otherwise, the girl seemed perfectly human. She eyed the blonde very quickly before asking: "You're new, aren't you?"
"Just passing through. I was told that this was the place to find the person I'm looking for." The blonde replied. "Her name is Sister Dorothy."
"Oh, you're just in time! It's almost around the time when she comes by." The girl said. "You're a demon, aren't you? Does your master need her for something?"
"Yeah, there's some stuff he wants to ask her. I'm not really sure what, though." Alois answered, trying to be careful on his phrasing. "Do you get demons often, or something?"
"Not really. Demons don't eat, so there's not much point in them coming to a café." the waitress replied. "Oh, I'm Katelynn, by the way. I'm a witch." She added, extending her hand across the countertop. Alois shook it and introduced himself as well.
"I'm Alois." He answered, immediately regretting that. He carefully examined the girl's face in order to decipher as to whether or not she knew that name. To his relief, however, the witch seemed unfazed.
"Is there anything I can get you while you wait?" asked Katelynn. "I know demons don't really care for eating things that aren't souls, but we do have New Moon Drop."
"Oh! I'd love some." The blonde answered. He sat down on one of the stools and watched as the girl prepared it on the other side of the counter.
"Commin' right up!" spoke the witch, getting the hot water.
So far, this was completely the opposite of how the menace thought it would be. The Wolf's Glen seemed to have a very welcoming atmosphere. It was nice. Even the stares stopped as soon as the menace came across as "alright" by the employee. Still, he couldn't let his guard down yet. There was one set of eyes that didn't waver; like they were trying to burn holes in the back of the demon's skull.
"Tch." He heard from somewhere behind him. It was the vampire that had glared at him particularly foul when he had walked in.
The vampire leaned back in his chair lazily, his red eyes staring scornfully at the blonde menace. He wore a black turtleneck and pair of pants with a grey, unbuttoned trenchcoat hugging his frame. The man obviously had some money, given the expensiveness of his shoes. His black hair was perfectly combed, his bangs tucked behind his ear on one side, and on the other, somehow out of his eyes as if to avoid being glared at.
"Hey, Kate, stop serving this piece of trash and hurry up with my potion!" he called in an arrogant tone of voice. What a nasty person.
"I can't do that. Your potion's still going to take another week, whether you like it or not!" the witch said back, setting the blonde's cup of tea in front of him. "And don't call the other customers 'trash'!"
"C'mon, Kate! This is the last day! It's gonna wear off soon!" complained the bloodsucker.
"Then order it sooner!" Katelynn retorted, turning back to the demon. "I'm so sorry about him. He's sort of a big-shot and thinks he can treat people however he wants."
"Don't worry about it." answered Alois. He picked up the teacup by the handle and pressed the rim to his lips, taking a sip of his drink before continuing. "I've seen his type, before. I know how bothersome they can be."
"What the fuck are you saying?!" barked the brutish vampire. "If you've got something to say, speak up and say it, Dicknose McButtfuck!" Alois nearly spit out his drink, but he somehow managed to down it before he started chuckling.
"Oi! What the fuck?! You havin' a giggle, blondie!?" spouted the vampire, standing up. "What's so fucking funny, huh?!"
"I'm gonna have to remember that one!" Alois said, trying not to laugh. "What was it? 'Dicknose McButtfuck'? Oh, man… that was a good one."
"You laughin' at me, shit-for-brains?!"
"No, I'm simply praising you!" the demon replied, looking over his shoulder and crossing one leg over the other. "Don't blow blood-vessel, precious, lord knows you don't need that." A smirk crossed his face as he saw the vampire bare his fangs and clench his fists.
"Are you shitting me?!" he growled under his breath. "Get the fuck out of here before I turn you into a stain!"
"Can't do that, I'm afraid. I'm on business, after all." Answered the Macken. He arched an eyebrow as the vampire sat down.
"Oh, yeah… For your 'master', huh?" the sewer-tongued man said, leaning back in his chair again. "That's all the more reason to kick you out of here!"
"Hey, Katelynn, do you have any idea what Stephanie Meyer over here is getting at?" Alois asked, turning back to the witch. Wide-eyed, the girl simply stared at him before flinching at the sound of shattering glass. Once again, the demon looked back to see the vampire with blood and glass all over his hand, looking down at the table.
"Get out…" he snarled.
"Pardon?"
"I said get the fuck out!" the vampire shouted, looking up at Alois and flashing his teeth. "You stink!"
"Mister Baldassare, please calm down…" the waitress said, immediately catching the demon's attention.
"Baldassare"? That was Baldassare? Indeed, the hot-tempered bloodsucker was none other than "Baby-Faced" Baldassare. Alois' eye narrowed as he turned to face the other man.
"Are you fucking stupid?!" the vampire demanded. "This guy fucking stinks! He smells like dog!"
At that single word, the other customers looked toward the menace, even the ones who were so desperately trying to ignore the scene. Fear washed over their faces and silence hung in the air. All eyes were on Alois, but Alois' eyes were on Baldassare.
"He stinks." Baldassare stated. "He's got the watchdog's stench all over him."
A/N: Babyface is so fun to write dialogue for...
Guy needs to eat a bar of soap...
Tell me if there's any insults that he should use!
Questions for moi?
"Lady Hate! Did you make up the term "Bluenette"? It seems there would be few other uses for the phrase. It's the perfect way to descibe the hair colour of our favourite Cyclops! How would you feel if other writers started using it as a Ciel adjective?" by Blonde Sunflower Lover
I have no idea if I'm the first one to use it, really. I've seen "noirette" quite a few times, but I didn't think it was quite right, since Ciel's hair isn't really "black", so I changed it to "bluenette" because it just feels right.
I don't care if other people use it. Go right ahead.
Not really a question but: "I know Bailey isn't a bad man, but I don't like him anymore." by bluejellyfishOuO
Detective Bailey Junior is very... serious. To him, rules are absolute and are not to be questioned or changed. He doesn't really like Alois and Ciel's way of doing things because they do not give a flying fuck about proper protocol. He's just doing his job in his own way, and that just so happens to clash with that of the demonic duo. He likes order, and they completely trample it.
Bailey Senior was actually very similar when he first met Ciel, but he's changed as he's gotten older and more experienced.
Until the next chapter, my duckies~!
CHARACTER SHET
Question: "Kris, how are things going with you? Did you FINALLY shave?" by Vannaluv
Kristopherson's Answer:"Things are going okay. I feel so much lighter after getting that off of my chest, and it's nice to know that Dan feels the same way... I'm a little conflicted about Anna, though. I don't want to 'steal' her boyfriend, but if he keeps dating her while lying to her, that'll make everyone unhappy... I don't want to see her as an 'obstacle', and I feel pretty guilty about kissing Dan while he's dating her. Even worse because I still keep wanting to kiss him, but if I do that, then he'll feel less inclined to solve this problem. I can't do it for him! Then, there's still Preston... I don't want to talk about Preston...
Also, I did shave, but not all of my almost 'beard'. I got rid of the wannabe-mustache though, since it was nearly just stubble. I feel like it would be a shame to shave it all off, but right now it looks really lame... Dan says I should trim it into some cool design, or something... So, now, after a month of not designing anything, the first thing I'm thinking about is a goatee..."
