"You don't have to follow me around, you know." Said Tegwen Sybil, walking down the street while on patrol. "It's sunny out. Shouldn't you be inside and asleep?"
"I'm wearing shade gel." The Girasol vampire explained as she followed the officer. "I'm perfectly fine. I'm just making sure you are, too."
"Kyung-Soon, I'm fine on my own. Really, I am. If I wasn't, I wouldn't be a police officer."
"You'd be surprised. Most police officers aren't like you." Answered Kyung-Soon. "And most baddies aren't like the ones in here. That taser of yours might be effective against a rowdy drunk in London, but probably not a werewolf."
"Well, I don't really want to fight in the first place. I'm hoping that a police officer talking to them might do it. Nobody would attack a cop, would they?"
"Tegwen, you're a wonderful, kind-hearted person, but you're way too trusting in the good nature of others, sometimes…" sighed the other woman. "This is why I'm coming with you."
"So I can't handle myself?"
"It's not that. It's that I'm worried."
"Well, if anything happens to me, you'll send your guys after whoever's responsible, won't you?"
"I'd rather send my guys after an attempt, not a successful attack." Kyung-Soon replied. "I just don't want you to get hurt."
Tegwen sighed as her cheeks grew a bit warmer. She couldn't tell what Kyung-Soon's motive behind all of this was, but she did seem genuinely concerned. Then again, she did say so herself that Tegwen was too trusting. While her mind was already busy focusing on this, work, and a plethora of other things, she also felt something coming their way. Suddenly, she stopped in the middle of the path.
"What is it?" asked Kyung-Soon, with a nervous laugh and a shrug.
"Something's coming." Tegwen replied. "I'm not really sure what."
"What does it feel like?"
"There's a few of them." The elf informed. "All of them seem dangerous, but only one seems like an actual threat."
"How's that possible?" her friend pried further, baffled as to what the other woman was talking about.
"I don't know." Answered Tegwen. "Either way, let's try to get out of sight—"
"Let's go!" called out a familiar voice from around the corner. It was the voice of Gehenna's beloved Lion. "Come on, vamanos!" They heard the sound of shoving coming from around the corner.
"What if I just ran, huh?" asked a man as he appeared into view. He faced behind him in order to address the ones who undoubtedly fastened his hands tightly behind his back. "What would you do then?"
"Well, then, we'd catch you, and probably shoot you in the knee so you can't do it again for a little while." Answered third voice as its owner rounded the corner. It was the Watchdog, soon followed by his accomplice and partner as the blonde grabbed the back collar of their captive's shirt.
"All we need now, is a nice place to interrogate you." The menace said, looking up and setting his sights on the elf and vampire. A smile formed on his face and he waved. "Officer Sybil! Miss Park!" he greeted. "On patrol?"
"U-uh. Yes, sir!" Tegwen said with a salute.
"At ease." The lion instructed, prompting the woman to relax. "Hey, we're looking for an empty building. Know where we can find one?"
"This one's got nothin' in it." Answered Kyung-Soon, gesturing to the building they were standing in front of. "It's being saved for a possible business."
"Perfect." Said the Watchdog as his partner ushered their captive toward the door. "We'll be borrowing it for a little while."
"Sir, if you're going to interrogate him, shouldn't yo take him to the station?" questioned Tegwen as the men walked inside. Ciel turned around in the doorway both to face the women and to block their entry.
"Not necessarily." He answered, casing the Girasol vampire to roll her eyes against her friend's knowledge. "For this method to work, however, I'm going to need this door to remain closed."
"Should I help?"
"No, no, no. We can handle it. I must warn you, however, that for no reason should this door be opened." Ciel warned. "No matter what you hear, no matter what you suspect, do not open this door, and don't let anyone else walk through it. Understood?"
"Yes, sir?" confusedly answered the police officer, watching dutifully as the Watchdog disappeared into the building behind him, shutting the door behind him and barred it fast so she couldn't follow. Once inside the dreary building, the Watchdog followed the sounds of struggling and swearing until he happed across his husband pointing a gun at their captive after having seated him in a chair. On the bruised and irritable man's jacket was a patch with an orange paw print on it. It was the mark of the Kessler Boys.
"Don't make this any harder than it has to be, space cowboy." The menace said, keeping his aim fixed on the man before him. "Just sit still and answer our questions, and everything will be a-okay."
"What the fuck is wrong with you!?" demanded their captive. "I didn't do anything!"
"Oh, maybe you didn't, but your group has." Replied Ciel. "'The Kessler Boys', yes? You're the ones who attacked our friends last month. And as you can probably guess, we're not too happy about that."
Suddenly, the man's demeanor changed dramatically, once he realised what sort of situation that he was in. The anger in his face fade as his brows raised and his eyes widened. He looked up at the two expectantly.
"Who are you?" he asked. "Who're you working for? Mafia?"
"Worse. We're with H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G." said Alois, putting his gun away. "You wanna cooperate with us, or are we gonna have to get 'creative'?"
"I ain't telling you shit."
"We could shoot one of his testicles." The menace suggested, looking to his beau.
"Jim, no—" Ciel began to reply, shaking his head.
"He's got two of 'im. We can do it twice if necessary."
"What the fuck?!" demanded the captive. "Don't shoot me balls, you stupid blonde bastard!"
"I'm warnin' you." Alois replied, pointing the man. "You irritate me, and you'll never be a father."
"Jim, we're not going to shoot him in the testicles." The Watchdog said, putting a hand up. He knew that the menace was being silly, but it wasn't helping anything. "Unless you don't cooperate. Then you may lose something."
"Yeah? What do you want to know, then?" the man asked, not taking this seriously anymore.
"What is your rank within Kessler's pack?" asked Ciel.
"Beta." The captive said. "Second in command, innit? Next question."
"Oh, impressive." The Watchdog answered, raising his eyebrows in mock-surprise. "So you must be pretty well-respected in the pack, aren't you?"
"Yeah. Second-strongest."
"And you were captured so easily." Noted Alois, pacing around the chair with his hands behind his back. "I wonder what your Alpha would say?"
"That might constitute a demotion." Added the Watchdog. "If I were an alpha, that's what I would do."
"Kessler wouldn't do that." The Beta said defensively. "You don't know nothin' about him."
"We know he's a prick." Muttered the menace, not even bothering to make an attempt to not be heard. "Hear you've got a whipping boy."
"The Omega?"
"Yeah, what's that noise about?"
"Somebody's got to do it." Said the young man, shrugging in his chair. "Relieves stress, y'know?"
"Ah, so you like picking on the weak. Explains a lot."
"What would you do?" asked the Beta. "He doesn't mind it. He likes being around us."
"Because he thinks he has nowhere else to go, most likely." Ciel stated.
"He could leave if he wanted to."
"No, he couldn't. He would be a traitor to you, and hated by everyone he meets in Gehenna for being one of you at one point." The Watchdog said. "Who else is there? What is your group like?"
"It's good." Answered the captive. "Everybody gets along and we have our laughs."
"By harassing women and terrorizing other residents?" asked Alois. "Someone is either delusional, or willfully ignorant. Dishonesty isn't a desirable trait."
"It's true! We're just complimenting them!" argued the Beta, leaning forward while facing the menace. His tone and posture was defensive as he attempted to puff himself up. "How else are we supposed to meet girls? The ones in the pack belong to the Alpha!"
"What do you mean 'belong'?" questioned the menace, his tone becoming grim and a quiet twinge of anger beginning to boil beneath the surface of his expression.
"They're his? Kessler's the Alpha. Alphas get dibs on all of the girls in the pack." Stated the Beta in a matter-of-fact tone. "Like with real wolves. Don't you know that?"
"Polygamy." Ciel stated to his beau. "Most likely not by choice. Rather, it's most likely borne from the environment of the pack and the desires of the leader."
"So it's rape, then…" Alois said, clenching his fists as he slowly trudged toward the Beta.
"No, no, no, no! It's not that! That's just the way it is! The girls go for Alpha-guys! That's just the way it is! Just like it was before!" The man didn't get to say much else before the menace decked him, knocking over the chair. The Beta let out guttural grunts each time he was kicked by the Lion and stomped into the dirt. Watching, the other demon allowed the blonde to continue for a few moments before speaking up.
"Jim, stop. That's enough." He said, walking over to the others as well. "We can't interrogate him if he's unconscious."
Very reluctantly, Alois ceased his actions, backing off for a moment. He kicked the man on the ground one last time before backing away and allowing the bluenette to take over. Blood splattered against the floor as their captive spat, missing a few teeth after the beating, only to find relief as the Watchdog picked him up off the floor and set the chair upright again.
"Now," began Ciel, oddly becoming the "good cop" during the exchange. "How do you think these women feel? Surely they're not all 'omegas', and are worthy of the respect of not becoming a forced concubine of your boss, yes?"
Sniffling, the Beta hesitated. "I don't know." He said, his voice cracking a bit. "They're needed for breeding. There's so few of us. We need more numbers."
"Well, that certainly would be interesting, if female werewolves were capable of having children." Answered the bluenette. "Monthly transformations don't treat unborn fetuses kindly, so they never make it. Surely Kessler told you that."
Suddenly, the Beta went pale. His eyes widened and he looked over his shoulder. "No… N-no, Kessler-! Kessler read the book! It said-!"
"It said what I just told you." Ciel interrupted. "I know more about the supernatural than Kessler ever could. I've been around for a while, you see. Now, since this is the case, what does that say about what Kessler was doing?"
"You're lying…"
"I'm not your boss." The Phantomhive replied. He gestured for the menace to leave if he wished, but Alois silently shook his head. His eyes were ablaze as the bluenette continued. "They're slaves."
"No!"
"Are there any that aren't? Any at all? We would love for you to prove us wrong. We really would. Even the suggestion of this is disturbing."
"The Alpha-female!" barked the captive. "She won't listen to the boss when he needs her! The dyke only cares about the women! She needs to just shut the fuck up and do the right thing. She doesn't get how strong of members she would make! I bet she only became Alpha to take away the girls-"
"Good." Ciel cut him off. "I hope she does. And if you tell me her name and the names of the women in your group, I would be happy to assist them."
"I'm not telling you shit!"
"You will. Eventually. I guarantee it. While you're at it, you could tell us the names of your top members and the locations where you meet."
"Fuck you!"
"Now that's not very polite of you." The Watchdog said as he extended his arm. Still standing behind the captive out of his line of sight, black flames began to waft from the appendage as the silver handle of a blade began to protrude from it. The threads of Ciel's demonic garb began to untangle themselves from the weapon, allowing him to pull it from its ordinarily invisible sheath. "I don't care if you are a werewolf. You're still English. Have some manners."
Turning to his partner, he held out his sword, presenting the grip to him. Alois did take it and circled around in front of the Beta while Ciel walked up behind their poor captive. Seeing the weapon, the man understandably began to thrash in his seat.
"What the fuck is that?!" he demanded, his eyes glued to Caelum as the little light in the room glinted off of its blade. "What the fuck are you doing?! Let me go!"
"'Manners maketh the man'." Quoted the Watchdog, placing his hands on the Beta's shoulders and holding him still. "I like that saying. As such, we'll be showing you our hospitality for so generously agreeing to cooperate."
"I didn't agree to nothin'!" barked the hooligan, looking down in confusion as the blonde crouched down on the ground before him and unfastened one of his legs from the chair. Oddly, the menace then continued to remove the Beta's shoe, and then his sock. Once Alois picked up the blade again and placed it between his captive's toes, the werewolf realised what he was doing.
"NO!" shouted the beta, trying to thrash around again, only to be held firmly in place to his horror.
"Don't worry." Alois said. "You're a werewolf. You can regenerate. The hard part is that this is a blessed blade. In demons, it makes regeneration more difficult. In your species, though, I'm not too sure."
"Well, we'll soon find out, I supposed." Replied his partner. "Now, he is what is going to happen: I'm going to ask you a few questions. For each answer, you get to keep your toes. If you lie, or refuse, however… well… I assume you can figure that out."
"No! NO!" thrashed the werewolf, feeling the coolness of the blade against his flesh. "Let me go!"
"The first few questions are the same as the ones from before. Number one: What are the names of the females in your group?"
Hours passed, screams could be heard throughout the building. Within the first few minutes of the torture, the Watchdog informed the two girls waiting outside that they were permitted to leave, giving them a list of names and places to look into before sending them on their way. Right afterward, he went back inside and continued to ask more grueling questions. Those were the first ones where small cuts were made in the Beta's skin, offering him a last chance to save the appendage by throwing hesitancy and loyalty to his master to the wind.
"The Kessler Boys" group could accurately be described as a cult. Elaborate meetings and ceremony were held, and no one was allowed to question the Alpha male, who was considerably older than all of the other members. They would meet on full moons and transform together after some bizarre ritual, and they would wander the streets and howl. Sometimes, they would try to sneak out and transform outside the fence in order to recruit more humans. Most of the women in the group were a result of this. The males of the group believes themselves to have superior status to both supernatural beings and humans, oftentimes attempting to pick fights with vampires in particular, as a result of watching too many movies on the outside, most likely.
In truth, the duo did sincerely believe this group to be a threat to society. Therefore, they mutually agreed that the proper response was extermination. They would free those who were not there by choice, but the rest would be eliminated. This conclusion was not given a single moment of thought. It was the obvious conclusion. All at once, the screaming stopped, and the demons left the building after a single gunshot.
A/N: Oh, hello~! It's been a while. Ah... I just never have a lot to say...
I had a question, though, so I figured I'd answer it.
"Did the marriage make Amelie more talkative or something? It's just I think this is the most I've seen her talk since around the time you introduced the character and her rant at the vampire that wanted Charlotte..." by Grumylar
Nope. She just talks more when she's with people she's comfortable around. Sometimes, though, she just doesn't feel like it's necessary. Jokes are always necessary, though. Also alerting people who her wife is.
Until the next chapter, my duckies~!
