"It's almost time for the demonstration!" Baldassare said. "Five minutes until they start!"

"There's probably already a crowd in there if they hadn't caught wind of the commotion, by now." Ciel pointed out as they dashed toward the theater in which the sadistic "show" was going to take place.

If they barged in as is, they would most likely cause a fuss, causing the humans to be placed in danger. Still, what choice did they have? Ciel's suit was covered in blood and his eye was visible, giving away his identity right away. The fact that there was a crimson-soaked blade in his hand didn't help either. How could they do things more subtly?

Quickly, Ciel sheathed his sword and wrestled one arm out of the sleeve of his jacket before placing his weapon under it. Then, he removed the jacket from his other arm and let it fall to the floor. He began to roll up his sleeves before messing with his hair, causing it to cover over his eye somewhat.

"What the hell are you doing?!" the Girasol vampire demanded, obviously confused by the man's actions.

"Altering my disguise." answered the Phantomhive, as his body began to change back into that of "Cornelius Wainwright".

Now it simply appeared that the small splotches of blood on his pants and tie were simply part of his wardrobe. It wouldn't fool the noses of the vampires for long, but it would be enough to help them maintain the element of surprise for a few moments. A few moments is all it would take to exterminate a good portion of the enemy-vampires.

The pair slowed down as the approached the door. Ciel gripped the handle before glancing to Baldassare, who offered him a nod and placed a hand in his coat and gripped the handle of his revolver. After a few silent moments, they opened the door, their eyes widening and noses wrinkling at the sight. Soon, however, Ciel's expression of disgust and astonishment turned into a snarl.

There was a large crowd, whispering amongst themselves as they waited for the performance to begin. On the stage in front of them were three large cages, each one containing at least three humans. There were women, children, and a few young men trapped with terrified, despair-ridden faces pointed toward the ground. They didn't even want to look at the various knives and instruments that would be used to bring them a slow, painful, and humiliating death that sat on one of the two table on the stage. The other was weighed down and had leather straps fastened to it so that they may keep the victims restrained. This was a familiar scene, and it certainly made the bluenette's blood boil.

Baldassare almost cowered as the Phantomhive's visage warped with hatred, baring his teeth and furrowing his brow. The vampire actually took a few steps back as the man's disguise began to slip away completely, his body catching fire in a few patches and alerting the attention of the audience. Ciel forgot subtlety and the element of surprise as he drew his blade. He was going to kill every single person in this room who wasn't protected by a cage.

His actions drew the attention of the audience, causing some members to stand. Before any of them knew it, there was a flash of white as he leaped into the air before landing on the backs of a few seats in the middle of the crowd. He leaped again before the blood from the nightwalkers' heads could spray him as they fell apart. Screams broke out as the vampires headed toward the exit, forcing Baldassare to reveal that he had betrayed them by opening fire. He ran out of shots before he needed to reload, giving his kind the chance to rush him, but to their dismay a ball of black flames landed between them. From it sprang black spikes, impaling the closest vampires as well as the ones directly behind the first batch.

From the flame stood a demon. The spikes had come from his dark garb before the threads unfastened themselves and retracted back into the Phantomhive's coat. Once the first two rows fell, Ciel worked on the third, giving his sword a wide swing. The man took a step forward, and the vampires stood back, pressing against each other and shoving in hopes of forcing the others to move. Yet there was nowhere to go. The invaders had blocked the only exit. This made things easy.

As the Watchdog advanced, growling as he tore through the crowd, the Girasol vampire stopped reloading his gun and simply looked on. He knew that the Phantomhive was powerful. He knew that Ciel was unable to be defeated by any ordinary vampire much like the people whom he was slaughtering, and even himself. Yet even with this knowledge, Baldassare had not expected this sort of evolution on the Phantomhive's part. It had been approximately four years since he last saw the watchdog in combat, and the coven leader simply could not fathom how on earth the man became capable of doing all of this. When they had fought, they fought with guns and they fought with arms and legs. Now, the demon was using some sort of dark power.

"A monster…" he uttered, the words absent-mindedly falling past his lips. Was this the same person who could lovingly place a kiss to the forehead of his beloved almost an hour ago? How could this beast do such a thing?

Baldassare was snapped from his thoughts by the sound of gunfire. He dodged, narrowly missing the bullet as it grazed his cheek. He looked from the direction it originated, attempting to stand, only to have his face stepped on and used as a springboard as a figure leaped over him. It uttered a familiar laugh, causing the Girasol vampire to grit his teeth.

"You son of a bitch!" he shouted, turning and firing toward the exit, only to have his foe evade him.

It was Gary. He confirmed it when the vampire mockingly stuck his head back through the door to show him his tongue. Baldassare fired a second round, clicking his tongue in annoyance as he missed. His feet moved him forward several paces before he heard another gunshot and felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. Grunting, he stumbled, catching himself before he hit the ground and leaping out of the way with the third shot fired at his back. When he turned, he found himself glaring down the barrel of another general of Gentleman, Elam Paul, dressed in a new suit similar to his previous one.

"Not so tough now, are ya, Baby-Face?"


A/N: Hon hon hon...

Gettin' into some action... Sort of? We'll get to the good fight scenes in a bit, yeah.

Seems like a lot of "Baldassare realising that he probably shouldn't have talked all that shit"

Question?

"Mistress Ducky, do you think that you might do a modern Book of Circus arc for the devilish duo? -" by AuraHeart

I dunno. Prolly not though. Don't really know how that would work...

Until the next chapter, my duckies~!


CHARACTER SHET

Questions: "So Kris, how long did it take for you to make that suit? So Sebastian, does Grell ever come over when every one is away?" by AuraHeart

Kristopherson's Answer: "It didn't. I didn't have time to make anything, so it's store-bought. At least they paid for it and not me... I only put the outfit together."

Sebastian's Answer: "No. And I prefer to keep it that way."

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Question: "So Audrey, whatcha been up to? Audrey, your obviously my favorite person but how r u two, Travis and Preston?" by SingingFreak648

Audrey's Answer: "Oh. I've just been working. I've also been spending a lot of the time down at the research department. Miranda is very excited to be examining a reaper, apparently."

Travis' Answer: "I've been trying to write a book, but I'm still working on panning out the plot and stuff. I've been using Ciel and Alois as a bit of inspiration, actually. They say they're fine with it, though."

Preston's Answer: *Still Missing Out of Commission*

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Question: "Alois, is Ciel cute when he tries to keep kisses chaste?" by RapunzelInTheSnow

Alois' Answer:"Most of our kisses are like that, actually. Lots of really quick pecks on the cheeks or forehead or lips... Don't get me wrong, I really do love snogging with him, but little things like that... I dunno, they just make me really happy. Uh, it's kind of embarrassing, but I guess it makes me feel a bit... special? Ciel's just really sweet and... Ugh! I fuckin' love that blue jerkface! Why's he so cute?! Makes me stupid!"