The contents of the van were recovered. There were a few vampires, an elf, and a witch, all of whom were heavily interrogated by H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. before being returned home. Unfortunately, there wasn't a lot of information gained. Moreover, tension was high among the supernatural operative at the organization. One of them, a blood relative of the current head, had tried to kill one of their agents without the slightest hint of hesitation, injuring another in the process.

Once word spread around, the other supernatural agents became frightened of Elizabeth. Whenever they were sent to her in order to escort her somewhere, or to provide her with some sort of assistance, they were all very rigid; on their best behaviour. They cowered before her, knowing that it was she who almost killed Alois Trancy, and who injured Ciel Phantomhive. Before that, she had decapitated the butler, but now even family members weren't safe, so who was to say that H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. agents were, either?

Elizabeth was not invited back to help Ciel search again the next day. Her contact with the man had been very limited, only watered down to sharing any important information they had via text message. She couldn't even hear his voice. Still, she couldn't exactly blame him for not wanting to see her. When he looked down at her after being stabbed, his face was a mess of emotions. Elizabeth wouldn't be able to forget it for a long time.

Anger, rage, sadness, fear, and outright betrayal were written across the Phantomhive's visage in that moment. Elizabeth had lost Ciel, right then and there, because in his already compromised emotional state, witnessing his cousin, whom he trusted without a hint of hesitation upon her return, had attempted to deliver a finishing strike to the love of his life. She didn't return to the Phantomhive estate after that. She went back to H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. headquarters and took up residence there.

Her sword stood propped up against the wall in the corner of her room. She didn't want to touch it. Caelum was holy blade, so it would take a few days at the least for Ciel's shoulder to heal. The last time she saw him, he was being bandaged up and given a sling for his arm to rest in. With that, he left, going back to his mansion without a word. How could she pick up that blade after it pierced the flesh of her kin? Although their species were now different, they were still family. She was an angel, who tied together her lineage with that of a family of monster-hunters and aided in their quest during her human life. He was a demon, whose legacy was covered in the blood of all kinds—a monster.

Perhaps things were not as black and white as she had initially perceived. A supernatural being who wasn't "divine" isn't inherently "evil". Those vampires that they rescued weren't like any that she had ever seen before. These demons that she encountered were like none other as well. They could feel. Upon realizing this, Elizabeth was faced with a horrible realization: Just what kind of creatures has she been killing all of this time? It scared her. How on earth was she able to become an angel like this? Everything she knew about her situation had changed.

One thing, however, had not. She had a job to do, and a family to protect. Even if Ciel was angry with her, she would still aid him however possible. How she was going to regain the bluenette's trust, however, was uncertain. Ciel was severely shaken by the entire endeavor.

When told he should at least see Elizabeth, his answer was "no". When told that he should probably rest because of his arm, his answer as "no". Another day passed without him leaving his office, this way. He sat at his desk taking in and processing data that was sent to him about the case, hardly ever moving. Somehow, he didn't have the energy to move. The man was in pain, but the stab wound in his shoulder wasn't the source.

He had found Alois, but he couldn't bring him back. The menace had fought him without holding much back. Alois had unloaded a full round of bullets into his body, and had they not been mortal ones, the bluenette probably wouldn't still be alive. Ciel had lost his beau to Cerberus, and the former-blonde was being manipulated like a puppet and used as bait. It weighed heavily on the Phantomhive's mind as he thought about how scared the menace must have been if he was still conscious.

Eventually, the bluenette's eye glazed over and stared blankly at the computer screen as he fretted over what to do. Locating the Macken was proving difficult, and fighting him was also not an option; at least not in a group. He needed to be the one to bring Alois in, or else risk the other man getting severely hurt. The thought of what could be done to the menace by both his allies and his captors was almost too much.

The world snapped back into focus by the sound of his cell phone vibrating against the wooden surface of his desk. Slowly, with his left hand, he picked it up, reading the message that he received, unsure of who it could possibly be. He half-expected it to be Elizabeth, but was genuinely surprised to have received a text message from a certain vampire from the Glen.

"Wolf's Glen. Noon. Be there. Wear a disguise.

-B"

"Baby Face" Baldassare. Ciel certainly didn't expect contact from him. By the sounds of things, however, if could be assumed that it was important. Perhaps the coven leader had some information to offer.

Thus, for the first time in hours, the bluenette opted to move, grunting at his shoulder before readjusting its sling. It was going to be bothersome, trying to get a coat on. With a heavy sigh, he placed his phone in his pocket and made his way toward the door. At this rate, he didn't want to get his hopes up, but what had he to lose?