The location was the abandoned Coronet Theater in London where the Phantomhive gentleman arrived. Dim light shined through the windows as people shuffled inside. Every last one of them was a vampire save for the watchdog or rather "Cornelius Wainwright", as his cover indicated. He would be posing as a general serving under none other than the leader of the city's largest coven, "Baby-Face" Baldassare.
Ciel had altered his appearance and even bathed in blood in order to mask his scent and blend in, much to his disgust. His hair, his face, and even his sense of style had changed to be that of someone worthy of attending an event hosted but London's second-largest coven, "Gentlemen", which he had been informed about on his way over. He was careful to memorize the names of the key figures of the organization. It had only three generals, as opposed to Baldassare's four- or five, if you include their imposter. Their names were Dean Grey, Elam Paul, and Gary- just "Gary".
Their leader's name was Jay Brummel. From what Ciel was told, he was an obnoxious, flashy, arrogant man who was in Baldassare's words: "fucking annoying". He definitely seemed like the sort of person who would attempt to auction off human beings under H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G.'s nose.
Mister Brummel wasn't a complete fool, however. At the door, one had to provide proof of vampirism. One must show their fangs, eyes, and the bite-marks on their neck, which were all incredibly easy for a demon to fake. Ciel simply altered his appearance again in order to adapt.
Baldassare went first, then Ciel, and then Charlotte. Once they were inside, the girl grasped at the demon's arm, as per their plan. Neither of them were entirely thrilled, but it was either Charlotte pretend to be Ciel's partner, or be Baldassare's. She was relieved the Phantomhive was kind enough to go along with it so she didn't have to be in the arms of that awful excuse for a man. Once they were in the door, Ciel sent the blonde a text message, indicating that their infiltration was successful.
The theater's lobby had been fixed up to be the main hall. The snack bar had been reconstructed to be an ordinary bar, serving what could only be assumed to be contraband blood. Upon entry, they were each given a small map with a schedule on the back for various events, and immediately, the H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. spies felt disgusted.
"What is this…?" Ciel inadvertently asked aloud. His single eye narrowed as he looked up at Baldassare.
"What's it look like?" the coven leader asked. "I told you that these people were disgusting, didn't I?"
"How can people do this sort of thing?" inquired Charlotte. She gripped the Phantomhive's arm tighter as she looked over the events for that evening.
"They aren't 'people'." Baldassare said. "They're monsters, and I want them out of my city. Why do you think I was so eager to cooperate to this operation?"
Ciel looked back down at the pamphlet in his hand, feeling enraged by what was to occur. Feasts of human flesh and public torturing of humans were some of the things listed on it other than the auction that they had come here to stop. Every vile, wicked act imaginable was on that schedule, and as Ciel looked around the room, no one else seemed to be concerned about it in the slightest. In fact, he could overhear arguing about what events other people wanted to go to.
"Gentlemen?" Hardly. They were barbarians in suits. No, they weren't quite. That statement would be insulting to barbarians! These people were monsters and they needed to be exterminated.
"We need to get this information to Bravo and Echo." The demon stated.
"Okay? Send your boy-toy a text, then." The other man said earning a mean look from the watchdog.
"He's not a toy, and I'm not sure if I can send him some of this…"
"Well there's your options, Fido." Baldassare stated, waving his arms. "Either give them the information they need to finish the mission, or don't." Ciel's brow furrowed again as he looked back at the paper, trying to decide on how he should approach this. He wasn't allowed to for very long, as he was alerted to the presence of someone approaching them. When he looked back to his allies, he saw Baldassare wearing a faux-smile as he greeted the new face.
"Baldassare!" the man said with a big smile. "How are you?"
"Brummel! Good to see you!" the spy said, shaking the man's hand. "Brummel?" That was Jay Brummel?
The man was very clean-cut sort of stood out in the crowd. He wore a light blue suit and a pink vest with a black tie. His belt and shoes were white and shined brightly, polished to an absurd degree. Indeed, he was very showy. His hair seemed meticulously looked after and it looked as though he was wearing mascara. In right hand was a champagne glass filled with blood, and Ciel noticed that he had letters tattooed on each finger. "D-A-N-D-Y"? That spells "dandy".
His coven's name was "Gentlemen", he dressed in flashy suits, he had the word "dandy" on his hand, and given the fact that vampires often change their names upon turning, it could be assumed that "Brummel" was a reference to what was known as a "beau Brummel". How revolting. The Phantomhive never liked interacting with his type, and given the type of "entertainment" he's apparently into, Ciel was going to personally ensure that mister Brummel will not leave this building alive.
"And who's this?" the man asked looking over at the two other intruders with a friendly smile on his face. A flicker of hesitation appeared in the other coven leader's eyes, however fleeting. It took only a second for Baby-Face to recover, fortunately.
"This is my newest general, Cornelius Wainwright." Baldassare lied, making sure he used the Phantomhive's cover.
"Oh? Been expanding again, hm, Baldassare?" asked the self-proclaimed "gentleman". He then looked back to the imposter. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Jay Brummel."
"The pleasure's all mine." Ciel fibbed, effortlessly faking a smile. Following the man's eyes, however, the Phantomhive observed that the despicable character was inspecting the girl currently latched onto his arm. He could tell Charlotte was uncomfortable from the grip she had on him. He didn't blame her, either, with the sort of depravity he had planned for the evening.
"This is my girlfriend, Cheryl." Misled the watchdog, hoping that this would discourage the man from attempting anything obscene. Since his supposed "date" didn't have a name, he simply made one up on the spot.
"Cheryl Garou." He added, using the surname of her girlfriend's preferred alias, causing the freckled vampire to blush. In all honesty, it was the only thing that he could come up with in that moment, given the recent news that the werewolf wanted to make the vampiress her wife. As uncomfortable as she was, Charlotte had a role to play, so she put on the best smile she could muster.
"Pleased to meet you." She said giving a small nod in greeting. She shuddered, feeling a grotesque chill run down her spine as Brummel gripped the hand of hers that was on the opposite side of the Phantomhive and brought it to his lips.
"The pleasure's all mine, m'lady." He said in a soft tone, causing the girl to forcibly stop herself from cringing. It was bad enough that she had to fake heterosexuality with a person who she knew the boyfriend of, but having a creep talk to her like that while pretending to be in a heterosexual relationship was almost too much. "You're very beautiful. He's a lucky man."
Her eyelid almost twitched at that remark. As gently as she could she took her hand away in a manner that didn't seem rude before placing it on the watchdog's arm as well. Her fingers dug into the fabric of his jacket against her will as she spoke.
"You're too kind." She said, keeping up her façade to the best of her ability. Remarkably, the man before her appeared to be completely oblivious. After winking at her, he turned his attention back to the faux-vampire.
"You should meet my generals." Mister Brummel suggested. "They're around here, somewhere. Baldassare can probably point them out to you." Suddenly, his eyes shifted somewhere behind the group before flickering back to them.
"I'm so sorry, but there's other guests that I need to greet." He said.
"Don't sweat it. We'll talk later." Said Baldassare causing the other coven leader to smile again.
"I'll see you at the auction, then?" he asked.
"Of course." Replied Baby-Face, waving as the other man walked away. His friendly smile immediately turned into a smirk as soon as Brummel's back was turned.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world."
A/N: I think I might just leave what all exactly is on that schedule up to the reader's imagination...
Don't wanna go there, really...
Also, I am so sorry, Charlotte. Please hang in there...
This character is just really slimy and gross.
Baldassare's not all bad, fortunately. Even he thinks this shit is fucked up and wants this guy taken out in the easiest way possible.
Until the next chapter, my duckies~!
CHARACTER SHET
Question: "for Amelie and Charlotte: Have either of you ever wanted children? If so how would you go about it adoption maybe? Surrogate children? Also you know if you guys ever did want children what gender would you prefer how many and any specific names you guys like?" by NessaTheSinner
Charlotte's Answer: "I guess maybe someday would be nice, but I don't think that's possible. Nobody's going to let a pair of gay supernaturals adopt, and I doubt H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. would be okay with that. I haven't really thought about it because of that."
Amelie's Answer: "ALL OF THEM."
