A hiss escaped the fair-haired demon as he clutched at his wounded shoulder. It was starting to scab, but it was still fair from healed and it burned like he had been stabbed with a hot piece of metal. While it was only his shoulder, it did affect how well he moved around. He furrowed his brow at the fact, knowing that Ciel had fought a dragon while suffering multiple burning stab wounds from a blessed blade. Surely Alois could do the same.
Thus, he straightened his back, immediately regretting the action as pain shot through him again. He needed to find the vampire that bit Denzil and finish him off. Alpha team could have taken care of it, but Alois was the one who had to put a bullet in the young man's head, a fact that he did not like. In a way, it was revenge. It didn't matter that Alois barely knew the soldier; he was an agent of H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. If he has to shoot a fellow agent for any reason, he can get in major trouble with the Round Table.
Unfortunately, he had conveniently forgotten about the order that Sir Integra had given him. He wasn't supposed to be there. He was supposed to be stationed at the back of the building as planned, yet that is not what he wanted to do. It didn't feel like the correct course of action for him to take. Thus, he instead searched for the vampire that killed Denzil, as he personally felt as though it was what he needed to be doing.
Every time he shifted his weight to take another step, pain shot through his shoulder, yet he pressed onward. After all, if Ciel could do it, then so could he. Alois tried to distract himself from the burning sensation that he was experiencing, even as the wound began to close, by focusing on his sixth sense. He could tell where the vampire was and knew that he was going to attack.
When Gary dropped from the ceiling to perform a similar attack to the one he did before, Alois leaped back, evading his foe before whipping out his weapon. The icy blue eyes of the menace widened, however, when he aimed his weapon only to find that the vampire had aimed a gun at him as well. Instinctively, he moved his head, only to have the barrel of Gary's pistol up against his jaw while Alois' own Kaspar was pointed at his foe's forehead.
Seconds flew by and the two stayed that way before they mutually decided to move, separating themselves while firing a few shots. To his dismay, the demon was slightly slower than usual, hindering his ability to dodge, somewhat. Even with this, he managed to get out of the vampires line of fire, hiding around a corner while Gary kicked over a table to seek refuge behind. Both sides took this as an opportunity to reload their weapons before firing again.
Alois shot first, his bullet piercing the surface of the vampire's barrier. His gun was designed to have greater firepower than that of anything an ordinary human could handle. With a scowl, Gary fired back, and kept firing as he sprang up from behind the table and began to charge at the demon, his speed and agility keeping him from his potential death. To turn the corner, Gary put one foot on the wall where the two hallways intersected and pushed off, sending himself hurling at the menace. When the demon tried to avoid him, he winced at the pain in his shoulder, giving his opponent an opportunity.
Gary crashed into the Macken, sending both of them to the floor. The vampire straddled Alois' hips, and when Alois tried to aim his gun at him, he simply locked the man's wrist underneath his armpit, holding his arm in place with his own so the menace couldn't shoot. Gary's eyes scanned over the menace briefly before locking onto the demon's injury. With that, he aimed his weapon, placing the end of the barrel directly over Alois' shoulder. The blonde's eyes widened and he clutched at the other man's forearm with his free hand and tried to move it away. It was too late though.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Thank God they were ordinary bullets. If they weren't, the pain that Alois experienced would have been infinitely worse. A scream slipped past the blonde's lips as the vampire completely emptied his magazine into his already wounded shoulder. Although he tried to crush Gary's arm, the blonde's own had now been rendered completely useless, for the time being.
With own gun now empty, Gary tried to wrestle Alois' from his hand; forming a wicked grin with his scarred lips. There was no way Alois could let that happen. The bullets in it could kill him! He tightened his grip on the handle, refusing to let go, despite his current troubles. He desperately needed his other arm! Once again, he had to resort to the same thing he had done before when pinned down by a supernatural opponent. He leaned upwards, and bit down as hard as he could into his foe's arm.
"OW!" Gary shouted in a whiny tone before releasing the blonde and clutching at his arm. Then he found himself being struck over the head with the butt of the blonde's gun. Alois then used this chance to force the other man off of him, punching him in the face with the unusual guard on the handle of his weapon, forcing him backwards enough so that Alois could free his legs and kick him.
Once they had went their own ways, Alois scrambled to stand himself up, ignoring the now excruciating pain in his shoulder. His arm now twitched as he tried to move it; blood dripping down his fingers. He pointed the Kaspar at the vampire while Gary struggled to reload his own weapon. Eventually, the Gentlemen General decided that ducking and covering was a better option than staying put. He hid around the corner while he loaded another magazine.
"Bastard…" he hissed. "I'm supposed to be the one hurting you!"
"Sorry, pal, I ain't into that shit!" Alois retorted, appearing before the other man and shoving his gun in Gary's face. The triggered was pulled, hitting nothing but wall as the vampire scrambled to get away. His foe then turned around to open fire again.
"That's the point!" Gary shouted. "It wouldn't be any fun if you liked it!"
Alois ducked behind the wall again, dodging the bullets before unleashing his own. "That's disgusting!"
"You're disgusting!" barked the vampire. He took shelter behind the table once again. "What even are you, anyway?! You sure as hell ain't a vampire!"
"I'm a demon!" the blonde shouted back. "My name's Alois, I enjoy long walks on the beach, and am currently in a serious relationship with Satan!"
"Congrats!" Gary replied, dodging as a few bullets made it through the table. "My name's Gary! I'm a vampire! I like cuddling by the fireplace and am currently single!"
"Are you flirting with me?!"
"Fuck no!"
"Good! 'Cause I'm not looking for a side chick!" Alois declared, before taking a moment to catch his breath. He didn't let the other man out of his sights, but he needed his other arm to reload. What could he do? Unless he could fabricate a third hand, he was out of luck!
"Oh, wait… " he quietly said aloud to himself. Following the thought, his blonde, monkey-like tail appeared from underneath his coat. He swished it back and forth briefly in order to stretch it before reaching it into his inner coat pocket and wrapping it around another magazine. Carefully, he flicked it upwards, using it to change the magazine in his pistol. A silly grin appeared on his face as he succeeded, feeling very pleased with himself.
After completing that task, the spare appendage vanished, and he focused on healing his wound. Depending on the size of the injury inflicted, a wound made with an anti-freak weapon could take several hours to heal, and Alois' was only made bigger when the other man fired off six shots into it. At the same time, however, it was a blessing in disguise. The ordinary bullets had stripped away some of the flesh that had been affected by the blessed bullet, making it easier to heal. With a deep breath, that's what Alois focused most of his energy on in that moment. While he didn't let the vampire out of his sights just yet, he didn't attack, either, much to the confusion of his enemy.
"Hey!" shouted Gary. "You run away?!" The general didn't like this. He couldn't tell if his foe was still there or not, as his pulse was faint. It was barely existent, for that matter, so Gary couldn't tell if the demon was still there, or if he was in the middle of fleeing. Part of him thought it was a trap. The other wanted to go after the menace. His brow furrowed and he grit his teeth, annoyed by not knowing.
"Come out, asshole!" he yelled, jumping over the table and slowly walking toward the spot where the demon was hiding.
"Come on! I wanna play with ya!" he continued. "I've never played with a demon before. If I cut you will you cry? Will it heal back immediately so I can do it again? Hey! Answer me!"
"You're gross." Alois called out. "What? Are you into that S&M bullshit? Sick! I already told you, I'm not into that shit."
"And I already told you that I don't give a fuck if you are or not!" Gary replied. "Hurting people who're weaker than me is so fun~! Hey, hey, you've got a pretty face; almost like a girl's! What do you look like when you cry?"
He rounded the corner and aimed his weapon, only to see nothing. The fair-haired demon was nowhere to be found. A growl escaped the vampire as he grimaced, taking a step forward to go after the blonde. It was then, however, that a chill ran down his spine, causing the hair on the back of his neck to stand on end. Gary's eyes widened as he felt the presence of something behind him.
"I guess you'll never find out." Alois said. "You're weaker than me."
"There you are, pretty-boy!" Gary declared, spinning around to shoot the demon.
BANG!
A gunshot went off, but Gary hadn't pulled the trigger. His face contorted with pain as he fell to the floor, dropping his gun and pulling his knee close to his chest. He screamed from the shockwave of pain coursing from his joint from the anti-freak bullet that was currently lodged inside of it. There was no exit wound. It was still burning his flesh.
"IT HUUUURTS!" the vampire wailed. "MAKE IT STOOOOP!"
"I'm afraid the only way for me to do that is to kill you." Alois replied. "You can't regenerate that. You'll heal at the same rate of a human, if you manage to get the bullet out, that is."
"No, no, no! Don't do that!" Gary insisted. "I was kidding! I wasn't gonna hurt you! Honest!"
"Liar. You shot me in the shoulder, you piece of shit. How stupid do you think I am?" the demon asked, looking down at his foe. "You're pretty pitiful, aren't you? Sick and sad. Tell me, did something make you this way, or are you just plain fucked up?"
"I… I was weak as a human…" the vampire answered, pausing to grimace at his wound. "S-so-so I became a vampire! So I wouldn't be weak anymore! I wanted to be the strong one! Just… Just let me go!"
While the words were intended to invoke pity from the menace, it did nothing but ignite anger. He was weak and wanted to become strong? He did that by hurting people? It sounded so familiar. Who begged while he squirmed and felt powerful when he hurt others? Who did that sound like?
Alois didn't know the full story, nor did he know if the boy was telling the truth, but he knew that Gary's words made him angry for some reason. The logic sounded reasonable to him. He understood it too well. There must have been some truth to Gary's words, as he had a scar on his face that didn't heal, as if he had received it while human. Was he telling the truth? Was he lying? Who did he sound like? Who?
Oh. It was Alois.
The menace snarled at the sight of his wretched self; the one that he had put behind him; the one that was weak. It made him angry because now he wanted to take pity on this person, yet he couldn't. He knew he shouldn't, either. As much as he would love to coddle his former self and tell him that everything would turn out alright, this was not him. It was Gary, and he did not trust him. Part of him wanted to, but he couldn't.
"I have a job to do." Alois said, aiming the gun at the vampires head. "Sorry; nothing personal."
"Wait! Don-"
BANG!
Alois pulled the trigger before the other male could make him second-guess himself. He had a job to do, regardless of whatever sob-story that the vampire had in store. Thus, Gary's head fell to the floor with the rest of him; his eyes still open with a frightened look permanently plastered across his face. Alois wouldn't fix it, either. He was not a comrade of his. Why should he bother? It wasn't personal, and the blonde had no desire to make it that way.
Even still, for whatever reason, the menace really wanted to see Ciel. At one time, they, too, were not comrades and had to kill one another to complete an objective. The only difference was that it was indeed personal. Yet somehow, when all was said and done, they somehow became what they are now; not only personal, but intimate.
Really, what Alois wanted in that moment was reassurance that what he had just done was the right thing. It kind of embarrassed him. Honestly he thought that he was beyond this occasional need, unaware of its normalcy.
"I wonder if Ciel will get mad if I try to tag along with him?" he asked to himself. After a few moments, he came up with an answer: "Annoyed, maybe, but not mad. Let's see… He's this way…"
A/N: Whelp...
Sorry for not updating as often as usual. I am so tired after school, man...
Anyways, I'm kinda disappointed that I didn't get to fit in Gary's back-story, here...
It's really not that important, unless maybe I do this one thing...
Y'see, I actually debated on making Gary trans, for a bit, but didn't want to inadvertently come across as implying that the transgender community is full of perverts and weirdos or something because of this guy.
That one detail, though, could decide the course of a massive chunk of the story...
Or at least how soon it comes, and how it does it.
Eh, what do you think, duckies? I'm honestly still not knowledgeable enough on the topic to fully know what's sensible, so I'd kinda like some input on that.
Until the next chapter, my duckies~!
