Was it a hoax? News outlets continued to report on supposed "werewolf sightings" around London. Fires were started and there were reports that "beastlike figures" were seen dancing in the flames. Some people saw them in secluded areas at night and were lucky that they weren't seen. Others weren't so lucky, and had them prowling around their homes. One woman was hospitalized after a home invasion. Unfortunately, her elderly mother was not so lucky.

From the bizarre nature of the crime, Scotland Yard had no choice but to call in the demonic duo. After being briefed on the situation, they rolled out and headed toward the crime scene. It was still relatively fresh, as police hardly examined it. Just by glancing at it, they knew that they were way in over their heads.

The back kitchen door was busted open, reduced to splinters as it was thrown across the room. The doorway wasn't that well off, either. No human could have done that. It was impossible. Not even an athlete could have knocked over a fully-stocked refrigerator in a scuffle, yet there it was, lying on the ground covered in clawmarks. It was just like the walls. Wallpaper was torn and covered in gashes, along with the same blood that covered the floor. There, the mutilated corpse of the elderly woman that lived in that house along with her daughter was strewn out amoung rubble, broken furniture, and cooking equipment.

When the duo got there, the police there were in a hurry to leave. Not only did they want to stay out of their way, they mostly wanted to get away from this bizarre, gruesome crimescene. They had already started making their way to their vehicles by the time the demons had ducked underneath the police tape that surrounded the house, but one of them did stay behind.

"I hope you can tell me what the hell happened here?!" demanded detective Bailey junior as he approached the two men and began walking alongside them. "What happened in there is not normal!"

"Cool it, Junior. Let us at least look at the place first." Answered Alois as his beau opened the front door of the house and walked inside. He followed after the bluenette, tailed closely by Michael.

"How can I 'cool it'!?" gawked the mortal detective as they traversed through the hallway. "Look at the kitchen!"

As they got closer, their nostrils were assailed by the stench of blood, causing Detective Bailey to cover his wrinkled nose and mouth. Disgusted yet unperturbed, the two demons, however, ventured forward. Scratch marks began to appear on the floor. Some of them were deep. Others were shallow. What was constant was the fact that they looked like a beast had made them on its way out of the kitchen. When the duo finally peered into the doorway, they looked at one another and started digging in their coats.

"We'll take over from here, Junior." Said Ciel, donning a pair of latex gloves while his beau did the same. The two demons then made their way inside the room, completely ignoring Detective Bailey from that point onward. "Jim, do you want to check the door or the body?"

"Door. I'm not sure if I'm good enough at inspecting bodies to be accurate." Answered the blonde, making his way to the kitchen door that connected to the outside.

"Sure it's not too gross for you?" joked the Phantomhive.

"Gross, but I've seen bodies before. I even had to dissect some animals a few semesters ago. I don't even know where to start with a mangled piece like that, though." Alois answered, looking over his shoulder for a moment. He then turned his attention to the splintered door frame, inspecting it carefully as he continued to speak. "It's probably best left up to you, Doctor."

Ciel chuckled and shook his head, but the menace didn't see him. Instead, he focused on the splinters, couching down to get a better look. Brow furrowing, he squinted as he saw something irregular. Blood. Now, the scene was covered in blood, but from the location of it, which was right where the door was broken, it didn't seem to be from either of the victims. In other words, it had to belong to the perpetrator.

Reaching into his coat again, Alois pulled out a small, black case. Opening it, he revealed some supplies such as tweezers, cotton swabs, scissors, and even small plastic tubes that could be sealed. Taking one of the cotton swabs, he rubbed one of the wooden spikes that protruded from the door until he felt as though he got a reasonably-sized DNA sample, he placed the swab into one of the tubes and screwed the lid shut. Then, he proceeded to pry off a different bloody splinter with a pair of tweezers as an additional sample, just in case. In was then that he discovered something else. Carefully, he picked it up with his tweezers and held it up to his view.

"Hey Ciel, I've got something." He called out, capturing the bluenette's attention away from the body for a moment.

"Yes?" the Phantomhive answered, holding up his blood-covered, gloved hands so that he wasn't touching anything else. "What is it?"

"Our intruder got a boo-boo." Mischievously stated the menace. "There's blood on these spinters, like 'e hurt himself when he broke the door. Wanna know what else I found?"

"What is it? Don't keep me in suspense. It's not nice." Ciel playfully said back as he watched the menace place something into another tube.

"Hair." The blonde replied, holding his find up to view. "I found hair. And wanna know something else? It don't look human. More like an animal."

"Let me guess. Werewolves?"

"I'm thinkin' so, but we gotta send it to HQ to make sure, unfortunately."

"At least we have a hypothesis." Ciel answered, causing the human who was still standing in the hallway watching them gawk.

"Werewolves?" asked Bailey. "You're seriously thinking werewolves did this?!"

"It's not impossible. Besides, it's from another case we're working on. It's classified, though. Top secret." Replied Alois, standing up from his crouched position and carefully slipping the closed tool case back in his jacket. He jumped over an especially large puddle of blood as he made his way over to his lover to see what he had found.

"What?"

"Government stuff. Not even Scotland Yard can know." Ciel cut in, standing up in order to face his beau. Taking off his gloves, he nodded toward the body as he looked down.

"She's been torn to pieces." He said.

"I can see that, but how?" questioned the menace.

"Well, it's going to come as a surprise to you…"

"What is it?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Ciel, stop being a prick and tell me!" complained the Macken, pouting as the other demon smirked.

"There's claw marks all over her body." Ciel stated. "Bite marks, too. From the size, depth, and pattern, can you guess what left them?"

"A 'not human'?"

"That certainly isn't human." The Phantomhive said. "We should take a few pictures to send to headquarters. Is the camera still in the car?"

"Yeah. In the trunk." Alois casually anwered. "Should be around the bags with extra clothes in them."

"Why do you need extra clothes?" butted in Detective Bailey. He shrunk a bit as the pair looked at him confusedly. Neither of them answered at first, but Alois did make a wide, sweeping gesture around the blood-splattered room.

"Gee, Michael, I have no idea." He said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "It's not like there's a possibility of getting dirty on this job."

"Alright, is that entirely necessary?" Michael questioned with a furrowed brow. "That's not going to be obvious to everyone!"

"Not to a newb, anyway." Muttered the menace, inviting a chuckle from his partner.

"Jim, be nice." The Phantomhive said. "There's still more stuff to look at. We have to be thorough."

"Yes, dear." Sighed Alois, rolling his eyes. "Anyway, should I go get the camera out of the car so we can document the crime scene?"

"If you would be so kind."

"On it. Be right back~!" the blonde said, stepping over more puddles. He quickly made his way through the house and toward the front door.

"After that we'll figure out how he got to the back door!" Ciel called after him.

"Okay!" his boyfriend called back, disappearing out the front door and hopping over blue police tape. Ciel simply shook his head. Walking away from the body, the bluenette walked toward the back door and looked outside.

"Must've hopped the fence." He said to himself.

"There's no way." Detective Bailey interrupted. The man had difficulty making it over to the bluenette, and nearly slipped in blood. "I saw that fence. It's almost three meters high!"

Ciel only rolled his eyes at the sound of the man disturbing the crime scene with his clumsiness, not even bothering to look over his shoulder at the man. "Exactly." He said. "No human could have done that."