King's College; an ordinary college located in London, where students strive to learn the tools nessecary for their desired future careers. Most of them were ignorant to the recent goings-on over the past two weeks, not knowing about the murders performed by Laverne Shelby, and the fact that demons lurked the campus. One demon in particular, was a target of interest to the lion and watchdog, and had unknowingly put himself in a rather unsavory position.
The duo had discovered that he was currently incognito, taking the place of a history professor on the campus. A man of his history should never be permitted to be around young people of any sort, nor should he be allowed to go unpunished for past crimes. It is therefore within everyone's best interest for him to be disposed of. If asked, this would be the rationale for the pair seeking him out first, but the reality was much darker than this.
Revenge. It was a concept that both Alois and Ciel understood well. Alois hadn't felt the desire in years, nor had he ever felt it so intensely. The need to punish his abuser for what he had done burned throughout the blonde's body, piercing his heart and running through his veins at even the thought of retribution. He needed this. For closure. For "justice". For himself.
The root reason didn't matter. All that did was the fact that the lion's claws itched to tear into his opponent. He would crush her Majesty's Spider and until then, nothing else mattered. Day after day, he spent on the Phantomhive property, out in the cold, perfecting the technique he would use on the Trancy. The forest lost several trees, as they were not nearly as durable as a supernatural being. Yes, this would do nicely.
Alois was nearly worn out by the end of the each day, trying to get his method perfected. Once he thought it was good enough, the menace informed his beau that he was ready to launch his attack. The entire time, he had been building himself up in order to not react in the same manner he did before.
This was why Araneus wasn't allowed to see him without his mask as "Blackjack." This was why Alois had felt so compelled to watch over the others while the man was around. He couldn't decipher why, while the man was in his other form and while the Macken, himself, was using his mental power in order to concoct his plan of escape. When he saw the Earl again, humanized while he was sober, everything hit Alois all at once. Not again. This time, he was going to show his tormentor precisely what he is made of. Alois' strength, which had been built up over years of wear, tear, and repair, was more than enough to crush a spider, yet its venom, which had coursed through his veins for years, remained.
It stung. It burned. It crippled the Macken at times, filling his mind with rot, but he couldn't allow it to hinder his mission. Even now, Alois felt fear at the thought of facing the man again, despite the fact that he knew for a fact that he could win.
His eyes were dangerous, like cold fire as he and the bluenette made their way to the campus. The ride was silent as both of them had nothing to say. They already knew what was going to happen and that was all they were both focused on in that moment. The school was supposed to be closed, but they had contacted "Professor Trancy" ahead of time for a meeting.
In his inbox, he had received a message from the duo, claiming that Alois wished to see him privately in order to settle the score once and for all. That was true. What wasn't said, however, was the fact that the blonde had backup and was armed.
"I heard you lost your gun." Said a certain researcher after the initial incident on campus. Days prior, Dafydd had requested that the menace see him about his weapon situation.
"Shame. But, on the bright side, I've been working on a design for a new gun. Well, it's more of a pair." He informed. "After your exploits as 'Blackjack', I figured that this would be better suited to your abilities."
Twin pistols made of black metal were presented to the menace, their designs based on the newer Kaspar model, only revamped. There was a guard on the handle, like there would be on a saber. Each of them also had an insignia on the grip within the confines of a gold circle. One gun had the mark of a skull, and the other, a scale. "Sceleri" and "Poena". "Crime" and "Punishment". Both weapons were held in holsters hidden away in the blonde's coat, allowing the bluenette's to be returned back into his possession.
The pair parked the car and Alois got out, ignoring the night air lashing at his cheeks in favor of bigger things. Ciel waited in the car. He was instructed to follow his beau in five minutes; perhaps less if he sensed any disturbances. While he didn't like letting Alois go alone, he couldn't let their target know that he was observing.
With an odd sense of calm, the Macken began making his way toward the clock tower in the center of campus, where it was agreed that they would meet. The lock was busted open, so he simply walked inside, past the grinding gears that made it function while keeping his eyes and ears open. He sensed the Trancy nearby. His calmness didn't waver, however. Perhaps it was a sign that he was about to panic, but he was doing his best to keep that from happening. The sounds of his own footsteps and the creaking of gears were the only things that could be heard until one of them stopped when the blonde ceased his movements.
"Are you going to come out, or are you going to hide in the shadows the whole time?" Alois asked aloud. He didn't even flinch when the other man fell from the ceiling, landing on his feet right in front of the Macken with a thud.
"Boo!" the Trancy said, chuckling to himself as he straightened his back. He grinned at the menace, looking him up and down.
"Those are some scary eyes, you have, there." He said, noting the expression on the younger's face. "They were always filthy, but they seem to have changed, somehow."
"That's because I'm not the same boy that I was." Answered the menace, taking his hands out of his pockets.
"You're right. You've grown up rather nicely." Araneus said, moving to circle the Macken as though he were his prey. "Very dashing."
"I'm not interested in any vile 'compliment' that you can serve." Stated Alois, keeping his eyes straight ahead and his senses sharp. Soon, his foe made his way back around, appearing in his view once more. "What is that you freaks want, anyway? Voros said she wanted to 'play', but why? What possible reason would she have for that?"
"They have a reason similar to mine." The Trancy informed. "When you live forever, you have planet of time to kill, and it is important that one has plenty of stimulating toys to play with…"
Cringing slightly at the other man's choice of words, Alois quickly righted himself in order to continue. "'They'?" he echoed. "Who is 'they'?"
"Voros, of course." Answered the other. "Voros has neither sex nor gender. They deemed it unnecessary, so they didn't bother." Trancy paused for a moment before adding: "It's a shame, really."
"You're disgusting." The lion growled, balling his hands up into tightly clenched fists. "You always were and always will be… You and people like you don't deserve to walk the earth. All you do is pollute it with your filth."
"Just like I did with you?" questioned Araneus, laughter bubbling from his throat. "You didn't seem too opposed to my 'disgusting' self back then. If I'm so 'filthy', then what does that make you?"
Fear welled up inside of Alois, but not nearly as much as the anger that caused his blood to boil. This man. This man who had violated him, tortured him, reduced him to mere property knew exactly what he had done. And he relished in it. He loved the fact that he caused Alois to break and stripped him of his humanity. This was no man that stood before the menace. It wasn't even a person. They lost that long ago. Without a single doubt, the Earl of Trancy was a bona fide monster, needed to be destroyed entirely. Alois, however, didn't think that was good enough for him. Araneus would pay dearly for what he had done, and what he was trying to do, now.
"Do you really think you could?" the Macken asked, his brow furrowing, nails leaving crescent-shaped indents in his palms as his fists shook. "Do you really think… you ever had the power to paint me black? If only your arrogance was the only revolting thing about you… You can't dirty me. You never will. I'm too strong for that and I always was. A cretin like you couldn't even leave a small smudge of dirt on me."
"Is that right?" Araneus asked, his grin dropping slightly as he snarled a bit. "That defiant attitude of yours didn't last before, and I can break you again. I'll mark every bit of you, this time, so you'll never forget who you belong to…"
"I belong to no one. I exist for myself, only. I have found happiness and love, all on my own, and you can't change that or take it away from me. I can live without trying to devour others—unlike you, I can sustain myself without seeking that sort of depraved gratification. Unlike you, I'm no monster."
To this, the Trancy deeply frowned. He hadn't expected such words from the menace. It certainly didn't seem like the sort of thing that the submissive and eager to please boy he knew before could possible even imagine.
"You're annoying." He said, taking a strong fighting stance. "You should put that mouth of yours to better use. Then again, if you struggle, it might be more fun to tame you."
"Not even in your wildest of gross-ass fantasies, fucking paedo." Spoke the Macken in retaliation, tensing his muscles as he prepared for combat. "You shouldn't have come here. That was one of many mistakes you made. Another was ever believing that a mere spider could ever paint a lion black."
A/N: 'Sup? I was lazy yesterday, so I didn't update. You'll just have to forgive me~!
Anyway, I think I'm gonna have to up the rating to "M" again... This is just too gross, not to, really.
Yeah, I'm gonna kill 'em... Or maim him and let him live in agony for the rest of eternity... Y'know... Whatever's clever...
Whoa, we hit the 1,000-review mark on this shit?! How do?
Until the next chapter, my duckies~!
