"That idiot…" muttered a certain bluenette as he and his temporary assistant traveled deeper into the theatre.

"What is it?" asked Baldassare.

"Jim hasn't left the building yet." Ciel replied. "I can also sense him getting closer to us. I should have known that he wouldn't actually follow orders."

His eyes narrowed, however, as he sensed something else. His contract was telling him that the blonde was also injured. Now, Ciel knew that the menace could handle himself, but he couldn't help but be worried. The Phantomhive kept his senses sharp, monitoring Alois carefully as he continued onward to complete the mission.

When presented with enemies, he stormed through them, cutting them to ribbons, should they dare to stand in his path. He didn't bother getting to the ones that he missed and only kept pressing forward. The other team would definitely get to the ones that he missed, so he needed to focus his attention to taking out their chain of command. It was then, however, that a thought occurred to him. Alois was following him, and would most likely have to fight them all while injured. Immediately, the bluenette stopped in his tracks, much to the confusion of his vampiric associate.

"What now?!" Baldassare demanded, looking back to see the demon making a strange face. The Girasol coven head stared at the Phantomhive for a few moments with a baffled look before Ciel finally decided to answer him.

"I'm worried about Jim…" he said, putting a hand to his forehead and slumping his shoulders.

"What the hell!? We're almost there! Just kill Brummel and go back for him!" snapped the other man.

"But what if it takes too long?"

"Hey! If blondie can kick my ass, then he can handle a few thugs! What's the matter with you?!"

This was annoying. It was almost disgusting to Baldassare, how the Watchdog expressed such concern over and doted on the blonde demon so. It went against everything the vampire knew about the man, after all. Ciel Phantomhive was the devil who punished the wicked, whether they were supernatural or otherwise with brutal force. Baldassare had seen it with his own eyes, after all. Just that night alone, he saw how the demon slaughter all that stood in the way of reaching his goal, yet now, even with all of that, the Watchdog was willing to turn back to confirm the safety of another out of what the man claimed to be "love". A sigh escaped the bluenette's lips before he spoke again.

"You're right…" he said, running his hand through his sweaty, blood-covered hair. "Let's keep going…"

"Whatever…" Baldassare muttered before continuing to lead the demon to Brummel's secret room. He couldn't wait for this night to be over so that he could go home. It was nerve-wrecking simply being on one of these operations, and the fact that H.L.L.S.I.N.G. and the Watchdog were involved only made things worse. His coffin was starting to seem like a very inviting idea.

The team continued onward. They were almost there. Al they had to do was round one more corner, and the door would be right there. Two guards stood in front of it, but they both fell with only one swing of the bluenette's blade. His foot then made contact with the door, breaking it right off of its hinges, making the man inside jump.

Brummel's eyes widened at the sight of the two men. Immediately, they fell on Baldassare and narrowed. So it was he who ratted them out to H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G; even after he went through such lengths to keep the gathering a secret amongst the vampiric community. There was a spy in their midst.

"Baldassare!" he growled, baring his fangs at the Girasol vampire and standing up from his chair. Brummel's hand reached for a radio that sat on the table next to him, only to have the device blown apart by a well-placed bullet from his rival leader. Baldassare clicked his tongue in annoyance before speaking.

"You seriously didn't see this coming?" he asked. "You really think I'd just turn up to one of your fucking disgusting parties for no reason? Did you think I shared your sick-ass 'interests'? Are you fucking retarded?"

"Who're you calling 'disgusting'?! I'm a Gentleman! How dare you?!" Brummel demanded. "My parties always have the best of the best! How can you call this 'disgusting'?!"

"You're serious? You don't just kill people, you torture them for sport! You sell them as pets!" Baldassare barked in response. "I may be a killer, but even I know some decency! You think this is 'class'? You don't even know what that fucking means!"

"They're just humans." The other coven leader said. "They're livestock. They're for us to consume. What does it matter, what we do to them? That's what they're here for, Baldassare! Surely you knew that."

"Don't lump me in with shit like you…" spoke the Girasol vampire. "I ain't trash like you! 'Gentlemen'!? You've gotta be fucking kidding! You're a bane on everybody's existence and you oughtta just die. No, you're gonna die."

"And what? Are you going to kill me, Baldassare?" asked Brummel.

"Nah. Not my department." Said Baby-Face. "I'm not the only one here, after all."

The other vampire's eyes then traveled to the bluenette and he arched his eyebrows at the sight of the man. He had never seen this person before, as far as he knew, yet he appeared familiar. The man had an irritable expression plastered across his face and odd, blueish black hair. What was really peculiar, however, was the man's mismatched eyes; one being blue and the other being a light purple that glowed in a most peculiar fashion. This seemed familiar, but he couldn't place it. Who was this person? Baldassare smiled at the other vampire's confusion.

"I've introduced you once, this evening, already." He said. "Remember 'Cornelius Wainwright'? Yeah. I lied. That's not his real name, or his real identity. He's actually much scarier than that."

The gears began to turn in the head of Jay Brummel, and an expression of sheer terror washed over him. There was no way. It couldn't be. Those were only stories, weren't they? All of the blood in the gentleman's body ran cold as soon as the strange bluenette began to speak.

"Allow me to introduce myself." The demon said. "I am her majesty's 'Guard-Dog', Ciel Phantomhive. I've been sent to destroy you."


A/N: This was supposed to be like, twice as long, but I wanted to post SOMETHING today.

The rest will have to wait...

Sorry...

Until the next chapter, my duckies~!


CHARACTER SHET

Question: "For Alois: does Ciel know your ticklish? If so, can you give us the story on how he found out?" by Guest.

Alois' Answer: "Uhm... Well... It's a little embarrassing, but we were in the middle of snogging and he rubbed my sides a bit. Depending on how he does it, it can either tickle me, or kinda turn me on. Guess which way he did it that time? Yeah... Once Ciel figured that out, we stopped making out and got into a tickle-fight instead. I lost. I lost miserably..."