Wearing gloves, Laverne got her wire in position after having dragged the menace out into the middle of the room. She put down a few towels underneath his head, neck and shoulders in case the wires cut too deep, and positioning herself seated on the menace's back, she readied herself to commit her fourth murder. She didn't count on one thing, however. She didn't anticipate the blonde waking up.

"Rohypnol, huh?" he asked in an amused tone, nearly scaring the girl half to death. "That's gross, mate. Real gross."

"How are you still-?!"

"I figured you'd try to pull something like this, so I was prepared. Then I just played possum until you got me the evidence I needed." The menace said, tightly grabbing the woman's wrist.

With one swift movement, the back of his head came crashing against her forehead as he got up, forcing his attacker to release him. He hit her pretty hard, so while she was rubbing her forehead, he had materialized over to his coat and put it on. Once he did, he reached inside and grabbed his badge.

"Laverne Shelby, you're under arrest for assaulting a police officer with a weapon." The menace stated with a devilish smirk. "So, are you going to come quietly, or are the neighbours going to have to file a noise complaint?"

"You… You piece of shit…" the woman accused, glaring up at the man. "How can you be both a student and a cop?"

"Didn't you know? You don't have to have a degree to be a policeman. But then again, I'm sort of a 'special case'." Alois said. "Grades aren't everything, you know. Status isn't either. Is that why you quit playing the guitar?"

"That's none of your damn business…" Laverne stated. "You already have a job that would make any parent proud."

"Too bad I don't have any." The Macken replied, reaching into his coat and pulling out a pair of handcuffs. "You know your rights, yeah?"

"How could I not… I was going to be a lawyer, after all…"

"You could have, if you didn't become a serial killer instead. Were you really that unhappy?" questioned the menace as he shackled the woman. Laverne didn't put up a fight. She knew it was over.

"All I wanted was to play music… That's all…" the woman replied. "But that wasn't good enough for…"

"Your parents?" Alois asked. He cuffed Laverne to the leg of the bed before straightening his back and pulling out his cellphone. Calmly, he dialed his beau and placed the device up to his ear. After listening to the dial tone for a few moments, Ciel finally picked up.

"Are you done?" the watchdog asked without even bothering with a greeting. The gesture caused Alois to chuckle.

"Yep. All done. She's cuffed and ready to be transported." He said.

"Good. I'll tell Bailey to get over there."

"Roger that. I'll be waiting in room 223." The Macken answered. After bidding his farewells to the bluenette, he hung up and placed the phone back in his pocket before turning to face the woman again.

"And now, we wait." He said, crossing his arms and sitting back down in his chair. He hated this part. It was awkward. Having to sit with a serial killer in silence was bad, but hopefully, the woman wouldn't try to engage in anymore small talk. That's worse. Hopefully, it wouldn't take too long for the police to get here. Maybe they'll use the siren and arrive faster. Alois had always wanted to ride in a police car with the sirens going, but that was most likely never going to happen.

The stream of thought that entered the menace's head came to a stop as he noticed something peculiar. It was a feeling, really—a familiar one. Unfortunately, it was as though it were one that he had experienced while his mind was clouded with sleep. It was a presence that as it grew closer and closer, it became more familiar, and more distinguishable.

Sixth sense was picking up a supernatural signature. From the feeling of it, this was most likely a demon. Alois abruptly stood up, startling his captive with the loud thud of the chair hitting the floor. With one last glance to the girl, he started making his way toward the door.

"You stay put. I need to check something." He instructed, gripping the doorknob as the feeling got closer, closer, and closer, still. Soon, it was almost right on top of him and—

"What do you mean 'stay put'?! What's going on?" Laverne demanded, forcing the blonde's attention away for a moment.

He didn't bother trying to think of a reply. Instead he forced himself to mind the door, but by then, the feeling had passed. Quickly, he swung the door open and looked out into the hallway. Empty. The blonde furrowed his brow at the discovery before pulling out his cell phone.

"Ciel? There's a demonic force in the building I'm in." he reported to the bluenette. "I think it's unrelated, but I should still probably check it out."

"What about the current suspect? Is she still secure?" questioned the Phantomhive. "If she is, then go ahead. I'll be over there, too, in a moment."

"She's good. I'm gonna be off, then. Hurry, though. I dunno what I'm up against." The blonde answered.

"On my way." The bluenette answered as his beau was already halfwat down the hall, following the trail left by the apparition.

In his pursuit, a girl or so in the hallway would scream as he ran by, being a man in a women's dorm and all. It wasn't uncommon, but the fact that he was actively chasing someone didn't help his endeavor. In his head, he was recalling all of the exits he found around the building before he entered it. If he were running away from someone, where would the best place to exit be? Somewhere inconspicuous.

The back door was Alois' best bet. From his target's current path, this seemed to be plausible. Thus, the menace altered his own course in order to try and cut them off. He rounded the corner, then swung his legs over the guard rail on the staircase, opting to take the "faster" way down.

Once he finally got there, he drew his gun, feeling the presence of the demon on the other side of the door. It was upon opening it that he felt a piercing pain in his chest. His attacker had struck him from below, managing to strike him in the heart. Alois hacked up some blood before stumbling, trying to create some distance between himself and his foe. The gun went off, striking the woman in the arm, forcing her to drop the other knife.

"Verdigris." He said, panting with the grip of the blade protruding from his chest. "How nice it is to see you again."

"Likewise, 'Blackjack'." The demoness replied, straightening her back. "I assume you would like to know why I'm here?"

"If you'd be so kind." Alois stated, never lowering his weapon.

"Just getting some more personnel. We now have to restock, thanks to you."

"That all?" the menace asked. "Or are you not being truthful to me?"

To that, Verdigris smiled a big, toothy grin. "Who knows?" she questioned to no one in particular before crouching down and picking up her knife with her good hand, charging at the menace at full speed. The Macken instantly fired the gun, missing his target. From there, the demoness slashed his leg, forcing him to the ground.

His gun aimed upward at the demon still standing, but she slashed his arm, too. It went off again, this time grazing her eye. Verdigris let out a pained cry before her face warped into a snarl, baring her teeth as she brought the knife down again—and again, and again, and again. Alois knew it wouldn't kill him, but it certainly did hurt. Weakly, he clenched his fist before swinging it at the other demon's head with full strength, knocking the other off of him.

She shuffled to her feet across the red-stained snow as Alois dared to get up. His clothes were ruined. He would have to get the bluenette to bring him a change. As he stumbled to his knees, he aimed the gun again, watching the woman's movements carefully. Soon, she fled as the menace heard the faint sound of footsteps thundering toward him. She disappeared from his sight as a new blurry sight entered his field of vision.

"Jim!" called the bluenette, his voice sounding muffled and far away. Alois could see him, and he could see his mouth moving, but he couldn't quite place him. "Jim, are you alright?"

"Ciel?" he confusedly called. He then looked down at his torso. "I can't feel anything, but I should be alright."

"There's a knife in your chest…" the Phantomhive pointed out. "I'm going to take it out so you can regenerate… bite down for a second." Alois winced as his beau's finger's wrapped around the weapon, but did as instructed. He grunted through his teeth as the knife was swiftly removed, before relaxing in the watchdog's grip.

"Did you get our murderer?" he finally asked, his vision becoming clearer and his hearing improving.

"Micheal has her in custody as we speak." Ciel replied. "What about the other one? The demon?"

"It was Verdigris…" the blonde pointed out. "From Cerberus… They're here… she… she said they were recruiting."

"So they might be related to this case after all." The bluenette pondered. "We'll search the other one for evidence, later. Right now, can you stand?"

"Probably, if you give me your arm for a sec." Grunting again, Alois was able to prop himself back up, but as soon as he was on his legs, the buckled slightly, and he was leaning against the watchdog. "Sorry… I wasn't prepared…"

"That's alright." Ciel replied. "You made the attempt. I'll phone Integra, too. Just relax for a bit, alright?"

"Fine…" pouted the menace. "My regeneration speed has increased quite a bit…"

"I know, but that's still a pretty big knife that was lodged in your chest a few times."

"Wait, where's Kaspar?" questioned Alois, looking around them. "I can't find my gun…"

"Do you think they took it?"

"Possibly…"

"Damn…" cursed the bluenette, gripping his beau tighter. A sigh escaped his lips before continuing. "That's not good. Was it loaded?"

"I fired off two anti-freak shots…"

"There's no going back, then." Ciel stated with a shrug. "C'mon… Let's get you to the station. We can't have you running around all bloody…"

"Do I get to ride in a police car?" questioned the menace.

"Yes?"

"Will the sirens be on?"

"Probably not."

"Damn…"