"Don't call me 'Jim'." The menace said. "Only certain people are allowed to, and you're not one of them, asshole."
The doppelganger looked genuinely shocked, it's face conforming to how it would have been expressed by the Phantomhive whom he was impersonating. He somehow genuinely didn't expect the supposed "Lion" of the underworld to pull a gun on him. Perhaps it was the true bluenette's sense of trust in the menace affecting him, or perhaps he was just arrogant. Who knows? Either way, it did sting.
It hurt a lot worse than it should have. The doppelganger almost felt betrayed, somehow. This really wasn't a good idea on his part, was it? Alois' feelings were his. Ciel's feelings were his. At the same time, however, they weren't, as he could never possess them entirely.
"Are you going to kill me, then?" asked the doppelganger in the voice of the bluenette. He watched as the blonde's lips formed a straight line at the question, brows furrowing, and attempting to look threatening. Alois' finger moved from the guard to the trigger of the gun, stalling, as if confused.
It made Alois angry. That voice was Ciel's. That face was Ciel's. Those expressions were Ciel's. The person before him, however, wasn't Ciel. He knew that. Alois knew that with all certainty, yet he still hesitated. It was almost the same as Castle Krampus, yet he managed with the help of the true watchdog's loud barking.
Alois was angry. Not only at himself because he knew all of this. He knew what needed to be done and that the imposter's form was only an illusion, yet he still hesitated to fire at the bluenette. Why? The blonde felt weak and stupid for this, but he couldn't bear the sight of watching the man die by his hand. How ridiculous!
Sweat collected at the menace's brow as his icy eyes glared daggers at his enemy. The doppelganger waited calmly, already knowing from being the blonde what the answer was. His expression remained neutral as Alois lowered his weapon in a huff. The menace placed it back in the holster on the inside of coat that he had "liberated" from his beau earlier that evening.
"Bastard…" the Macken grumbled, his face shifting into a slight snarl. How dare this creature steal Ciel's face? How dare he try to replace him? Alois was not only angry at himself for being weak against the doppelganger, but also at the doppelganger for taking advantage of this. When his foe smiled with that face in response, however, the blonde snapped.
Quickly, Alois charged forward, cocking his fist back before letting go again. This was the second time this evening that he had caught the creature off-guard and punched him in the face. He punched hard. It was a lot harder than he had punched before. This time, the doppelganger actually dented the metal of one of the machines as his back hit it from the force of the Macken's strike. No, there was no way that Alois could kill the doppelganger in that state, but he sure as hell could beat the tar out of him.
The impostor got on his hands and knees as he tried to get up. He was in the midst of seeing stars and the room was spinning. Raising a hand, he wiped his face, finding that it was bleeding. As to whether it was from his nose or his lip was yet to be determined. The sound of footsteps approached him, indicating that the blonde was coming in for another blow, but the man hesitated when the doppelganger looked up at him. There was hurt on the creature's stolen face, expressed in the same manner in which the bluenette would have. He didn't seem to want to fight back, just as the Phantomhive would have in his position. He couldn't. Not Alois. Even the doppelganger, having based himself off of the watchdog's likeness, knew exactly how Ciel would feel in his place. He felt it, too.
When Alois came to attack him again, he only braced himself for what was to come. Instead of being hit, however, he was grabbed by the collar of his coat and hoisted up into the air. His feet dangled above the floor as the Macken glared at him.
"Why are you doing this?" the blonde asked through clenched teeth. "What is the point?"
The doppelganger paused before speaking, looking down at the menace. "I don't have my own face." He said. "I can only take them from other people. I steal their faces, names, skills, memories, and feelings. I don't have any of that on my own. I'm jealous."
"Then why didn't you just copy the face and make up the rest?" demanded the Macken. "You can go somewhere else!"
"I'm afraid I can't do that…" the impostor said, shaking his head. "I copy it all at once. There's no other way. If someone was suddenly told to just disappear from their life, would they? Of course not. As far as I'm concerned, their life is mine."
"Like hell I'd let you replace Ciel!" Alois growled. "You're not the same. You don't know anything about him or the people in his life."
"I do. His full title is 'Senior Detective Constable Sir Doctor Ciel Phantomhive', he's the owner and CEO of FUNTOM toys and is known as 'The Queen's Guard-Dog'. He was human until a brush with you and has been a demon ever since." The doppelganger listed off, startling the fair-haired demon. "He used to not get along with his superior and distant relative Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, head of the H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. organization and Chairman of the Council of Twelve. He has formed an odd friend ship with his butler, Sebastian over the one-hundred and twenty-nine years that they have spent together, and an even stranger sense of kinsmanship with your brothers, Luka and Revy Macken. Then, there's you…" He let go of one of the arms holding him up to run a hand through the blonde's hair, causing the other man to flinch. The doppelganger smiled softly and asked:
"Did you know that to himself he often calls you 'stunning'?"
With that, Alois hurled the creature across the factory like a ragdoll. How dare the doppelganger pull something like that? How dare he try to play with the Macken's feelings that way? It was unforgivable. For that, Alois made sure the doppelganger hit the wall hard enough that it would have seriously injured a human being. His face was flushed and his brow was furrowed. This cheap knock-off had to pay for that. Alois didn't know how, but he would make him pay.
"I'll kill you!" the menace bellowed, trudging forward in the direction that he had launched the poor doppelganger. He had thrown him so far, that he was clear on the other side of the factory!
"Liar…" the doppelganger muttered quietly, forcing himself to his feet and trying not to cough. He knew that the blonde couldn't kill him, but then again, he couldn't kill the blonde. As silently as possible, he tried to make his escape. He had to make haste and find a new identity, as this one was extremely troublesome.
"He really is stunning…"
