"This is Alpha team, is everyone in position?" asked Brasher over the radio. "Sound off."

"Gamma's good." Said Huckabee into the radio, earning a nod from Denzil.

"Omega's ready."

"So am I." Alois said finally, uttering a sigh. "I mean Leo's in position." He added, knowing that some of the teams were from Echo and the additional backup.

The blonde was still not at all pleased with the organization of things, but there it was. He was positioned at the back entrance of the theater, and sulked at the realization that hardly anyone will exit that way. Still, it could happen. He'd probably get full members of Gentleman, if anyone did come his way. The easiest solution, though, was to not allow them to even open the door.

His eyes glowed red and he grit his teeth, and raised his arms. The concrete beneath his feet began to crack and large roots peeked out before growing into the back door that sat before him. He did the same thing with the other door that he was assigned to guard, effectively sealing it shut. Now, if the vampires inside wanted out, they would have to go a different way and fall beneath a hail of bullets.

"Backdoors are sealed shut." The blonde said into the radio. He paused for a moment and waited for a response.

"Alright. Alpha squad is moving in. Let's start sweeping." Said Brasher as their truck came to a halt. He leaped out with both his squad, and the squad that would be guarding the front entrance. That squad, Beta, immediately got into position while Ciel rushed past them.

Quickly, he removed his sword from its sheath and broke the glass in the front box. He plunged the blade into the chest of the vampire manning it before he could warn those inside. With that, he had just taken out their first line of security, the same person who performed the check to make sure that Ciel was a vampire that evening, only this time, his true face was plain for all to see.

An eyepatch and a sour look? Strange blueish-black hair? Truly, the vampires inside would be terrified, as the boogeyman that supernaturals warn their children about was here. The Watchdog had arrived, and he brought H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. with him.

He opened the door that connected the booth to the lobby on the inside of the building, sparking the curiosity of those nearby. The smell of fresh blood hit their nostrils, but it wasn't that of a human. It was the blood of the vampire that now laid dead on the floor of the booth and the same blood that now speckled the bluenette's white suit, staining it crimson.

Screams started to erupt toward the front of the house, startling those who were on the outskirts of the lobby. Some began to run toward the doors, only to be greeted with guns in their faces as Alpha squad entered. Charlotte, Amelie, Grant, Brasher, and Captain Harland opened fire, advancing as their way cleared enough to permit it. Baldassare stood with them, as to avoid getting shot himself, simply watching as it all unfolded in stunned silence.

Baldassare was a violent person. He used force often, and even killed people in the process, but this was something that he wasn't familiar with. He wasn't used to seeing vampires running and screaming while others fell in a bloodied heap. There were no good guys here. These humans were just almost as horrible as Gentlemen. The only difference was that they had greater firepower and knew how to use it. As the last person fled into the depths of the theater, Alpha advanced.

"Let's move!" said Captain Harland. Meanwhile, the bluenette quickly glanced over the bodies as he walked through them.

"I don't see Brummel or any of the generals." He said. After that Baldassare looked around as well, finding him to be correct.

"Then stay on your toes." Harland instructed. "They still have their chain of command."

"Baldassare, any ideas as to where Brummel could be hiding?" the Phantomhive asked. "If we can take him out, they'll all fall apart."

The coven leader simply stared at him for a moment, terrified of his gaze. How could he be so calm? He was surrounded by bodies with still more fighting to come, yet the watchdog's gaze was just as stern as always. Now, Baldassare wished that he had brought some of his own generals as well. He was in a room filled with the corpses of vampires and the team that killed him. Furthermore, he couldn't run away.

"Th-there's a room that's deeper into the building." Baldassare finally replied. "That's where I used to hang out when this was Girasol's hideout."

"Then I'll head that way." Ciel said. He dug into his pocket and pulled out his pamphlet before unfolding it. "Mark it on the map for me." Hesitantly, the vampire did as instructed. It was only then that he realised that he had nothing to mark the map with.

"Our priority is the victims." Said Captain Harland, somewhat speaking out of turn. "We have to think about them, first."

"I know." Ciel said. "You take your team and search for them. Kill any enemies you come across on the way. I'm going to take out their chain of command so they can't organise a retaliation."

"Yes, Sir." The woman answered before turning her attention to Baldassare. "What about him?"

"Do you need Baldassare to help navigate?" asked the watchdog.

"No. We've gotten through worse, and we've got a map." Harland replied.

"The he can come with me." Ciel said. The vampire almost flinched when the man's gaze fell on him. "Understood?"

"Yes, sir!" Answered the crew. Baldassare only replied with a nod.

"Then let's move!"

Boots rumbled as they stormed across the floor and deeper into the theater. A duller roar broke off of it as four feet turned in a different direction. The watchdog and Baby-Face traversed deeper into the building as well, with the vampire leading the way. As they did so, however, the Girasol leader was becoming more and more anxious.

With every surprise attack and with every horde they faced, Ciel would leap ahead of Baldassare and swing his blade. Vampires fell again and again, continuously dying the white suit crimson. Eventually, the matching eyepatch had become so stained that the bluenette had to remove it, revealing his contracted symbol. Once he did that, however, the attacks slowed down. Now instead of attacking, the enemies would turn and run away. Baldassare didn't even have to fire a single shot from his revolver. The night was still young, but the team was cutting it close.

"Baldassare, what time is it?" the watchdog finally asked. It took the vampire a moment to snap to his senses before he was capable of reading the watch on his wrist.

"It's almost midnight." Answered Baby-Face, causing the bluenette to scowl.

"We'll be cutting it close, then…" Ciel replied. "What's closer, the room you were talking about, or the torture chamber?"

"The torture chamber." Baldassare stated. "The room of the coven head is deeper inside." His accomplice didn't seem to like this answer. The bluenette paused for a moment to think.

"Change of plans." He stated. "We're heading to the torture chamber."

"What, wh-" the vampire cut himself off as it dawned on him. "Oh…"

"Let's hurry."


A/N: Ah, I wanted to write more on this tonight, but I pissed around too much today, and I have to get up early tomorrow.

Kristopherson is gonna be so pissed off about that white suit, lemme tell ya...

Until the next chapter, my duckies~!


CHARACTER SHET

Question: "Ciel I thought you were uncomfortable with PDA... what happened to that mate?" by Socially Awkward Oreo Monster

Ciel's Answer:"I suppose I've just gotten used to it. That said, I'm still not alright with certain forms of public displays of affection. Kissing is fine, as long as it's chaste. I'd rather keep it so that only Jim gets to see me in a somewhat more... *ahem* heated state..."