Having moved to a different window, the menace was able to pick off the intruders who had made the poor decision to hide behind a bush to protect them form bullets. He would have to make sure that they were dead later, but for now, he needed to move once again and hit the rest. This process needed to be repeated until no vampires were left standing.

Alois left that room in search of a better angle on the ground floor. Ordinarily, he would have just leapt out and finished them off with no problems whatsoever, but if Wakefield was associated with the Scarlet Order, his underlings may be in possession of anti-freak weaponry. The reason why the demon even suspected Wakefield in the first place was the fact that they had just infiltrated his house. If he escaped from H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. for whatever reason, he was certainly going to suspect the Phantomhives.

Exiting out a side door, the menace disappeared into the wooded area around the mansion. Keeping his guns aimed in the direction of the threat, he circled around to where he was now behind the ducking vampires at an angle. He could tell that these were amateurs, at best. They didn't change position, and they were shooting at nothing. They just seemed to shoot at any window on the upper floors, which made the menace incredibly displeased.

"Busting out my goddamn windows..." he muttered under his breath. Taking aim, he took out another intruder who was trying to hide behind a stone birdbath, prompting the attention of all the others.

The only thing was, they didn't know how to decipher the direction of gunshots. The sound of the bullet would be omnidirectional. It was a high-pitched noise that came from all sides. The sound of the gun going off would follow. Bullets travel faster than the speed of sound and thus it traveled faster than the sound of the gun going off could reach them. The group didn't know to listen for the sound of the gun going off, as it would come from a distinguishable direction, unlike the sound of the bullet whizzing by. Although they turned to look at their fallen comrade, the immediately turned their attention back to those windows, completely ignorant to the fact that their enemy was behind them.

That is how the rest of them fell. They didn't even bother to look anymore. They were so determined that Alois was in front of them, that they didn't consider the possibility of even looking behind. Seven bodies laid on the ground, strewn throughout the garden. A sigh escaped the blonde's lips as he thought about cleaning up after this. Just replacing the windows was going to be a nuisance, especially in the middle of March, but the bodies had to be disposed of before they could hire anyone! This was a mess.

Getting up, Alois reached in his pocket so that he could call Sebastian and make sure Luka didn't see anything graphic. When it was empty, he cursed, realising that he had left his mobile on his night stand. He would have to make his way back to the house and grab it.

Even thought most of the threat was gone, Alois was still cautious as he moved, since there was still one vampire alive. He didn't know why Ciel hadn't just killed him yet. Certainly the Watchdog had the capacity. In truth, he didn't even know why the bluenette warned him of the threat. If Alois was capable of killing seven vampires, surely Ciel could on his own.

Just as he was thinking that, a body fell from the window, crashing to the ground. In an instant, Alois' gun was trained on it, watching it carefully as the vampire struggled to get his feet underneath him. It was Wakefield. Alois' suspicions were confirmed. He was just about to pull the trigger when another came falling after the first. This time, it was Ciel, crushing his ribs.

Alois refrianed from shooting as he didn't want to accidentally hit the bluenette, especially when he seemed to have things under control. The Watchdog even snapped the vampire's arm and took his gun, but surprised the menace when he didn't use it. Instead, Ciel crushed it, causing the menace to furrow his brow in confusion.

"You have ruined your chances of a swift death." Alois could hear the Watchdog saying to his foe. "No, you have sealed your fate. There is not hope for you now. You will die here. It will not be swift. It will not be painless. You will writhe in agony until your last miserable breath. That is a sincere promise."

Reaching down, Ciel let his foot off of Wakefield and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, hoisting him into the air. The vampire struggled, gasping and wheezing as fractured bone poked at his lungs. With his good arm, he grabbed the demon's wrist.

"Wait!" he coughed. "Wait, I can make this worth your while!"

"There is nothing you can offer me that will make up for what you took from me." the Watchdog replied, shutting down any and all possibility for negotiation. With that, he cocked back his free arm, and struck the other noble in the face hard enough to rip the front of Wakefield's shirt and send him flying.

He did not land softly. His vision blurred momentarily and he couldn't tell red from white. When his colour vision returned, he could see red liquid on the ground in large droplets as well as coating what appeared to be teeth. Turning his head quickly made him dizzy, but he had to in order to see where his assailant was. The decision was unwise as it only made him more fearful to see the demon heading toward him steadfast and imposing like some sort of Jason Voorhees.

Quickly, the vampire scrambled to his feet, almost falling on multiple occasions. He took off running as soon as he was able while his pursuer didn't seem entirely too bothered. Thaddeus rushed to create distance, digging in his own pocket while he ran. Eventually, he made it behind some bushes, unsure if the Watchdog was behind him but in too much pain to continue running, for now. After dialing it, he placed the device up against his ear while panting.

"Blackwood!" he shouted. "Blackwood, get over here! Bring the others! Hurry!"

"I'm afraid I can't do that, sir." spoke the human. "Everyone else is either dead or in custody. Besides, I'm quite busy."

"What happened to them?!"

"Someone notified H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. of the hotel room they were staying in. It's a shame, really." Blackwood said. The sound of him moving down the road could be heard on Wakefield's end of the line.

"Where are you?!"

"On my way to see an old friend. I'm sorry I can't help. Though, I really ought to thank you for the clothes and the gun. Also the car and the money."

"Blackwood, you bastard!" accused Thaddeus, baring his bloodied teeth with a snarl. "When I get my hands on you, I'll-!"

"You'll what? You'll be a stain before you will ever get the chance to do a thing about it." Paul replied casually. "I suppose I should leave you to it, then. Ha det."

"Blackwood! Blackwood you bastard, don't you hang up on me!"

But it was too late. The call died and Thaddeus was completely on his own. In the time he used to call for help, the threat was approaching fast. The vampire heard the footsteps approach and the vampire tried to stand and flee, but a hand grabbed him anyway.

"To your feet." ordered the Phantomhive. "You want to be noble? You want to be a sportsman? Act like one!"

Wakefield was set carefully in a standing position in front of the bluenette. While his assailant adopted a fighting stance, Thaddeus held up a hand in defeat. It was ignored. The vampire was struck in the face again, and again, and again, until he stumbled over again. His hair fell around his neck and face as his ponytail became undone. Blood mixed with saliva as it fell from his mouth in his hunched over position.

"Upright, Wakefield!"

"Please..." panted the vampire. "I'm sorry… I'm sorry! I didn't… I didn't mean-"

"No, you meant it. Don't apologise for your actions now that you're on the losing end. Show some pride! You wanted to hunt the most dangerous game, so here you are!" bellowed the Watchdog. "Coward! You can't even fight for your own survival! You expect me to believe that you are any sort of predator?!"

"I'm sorry..." In a pathetic display, tears began to fall from the Wakefield's eyes as he whimpered. "Please… Let me go… I promise, you won't ever see me again..."

"Too late." hissed the bluenette, stomping downward on the other man's knee so that it snapped from the stress on the joint. Wakefield let out a yelp before falling, screaming in pain as his leg bent unnaturally. "You wanted the most challenging hunt. You wanted the most dangerous hunt. You got what you wished for. You caused this. You decided your own fate."

Bringing his foot up again, Ciel brought it back down on top of the vampire, stomping on his already battered body repeatedly. The Watchdog crushed Thaddeus beneath his heel like an insect, disgusted by him as if he were a cockroach.

"You decided this when you messed with my family." he declared. "It was you! Do not expect mercy! Do not beg for it! You brought harm to the man I love and took him from me! You did it with the intention of making me upset and irrational! You have gotten your wish, yet you have the nerve to claim otherwise?! I don't care who you are. Noble, commoner, or a member of the Royal family, I will kill you regardless for what you have done."

"PLEASE!"

"Do not beg! There is nothing that can compensate for what you have done. Nothing! No wealth, no land, no return of honour will right what you have done. Even death is too good for you."

Broken and bruised, the vampire grew numb to the pain that was being inflicted upon him. Only the Phantomhive's voice could be heard, accompanied by an almost unholy ringing in his ears. Consciously, he could register that the bluenette had picked him up again, but his vision blurred to the point where he could no longer see the demon clearly. He could see only when Ciel brought him closer, staring directly into his eyes as his hand gripped his throat, leaving purple marks.

"It was deeper than you could ever imagine." Ciel said, his teeth bared, but his voice soft. "More genuine than anything you ever could have known. I loved that man. I loved him with all of my being. Wealth, honour, and nobility are all meaningless to me in comparison. You, sir, will receive no compassion from me!"

Fangs prominent and eyes aflame, the Phantomhive cocked back his vacant arm before thrusting it forward. His hand flattened into a deadly weapon as it pierced Wakefield's chest, causing the vampire to cough up blood. Ciel's hand went all the way through Wakefield's body, appearing on the other side completely.

"Blood is your wine, yes? You bled your victims, draining them of blood. Thus, you, sir, will meet the same fate." hissed the bluenette through grit teeth as he pulled his arm out and released Wakefield, who fell to the ground with a hollow thud.

Those words echoed in Thaddeus' ears as he laid with widened eyes. That was his heart that the bluenette pierced. Indeed, he faced the very real threat of bleeding to death. He could feel himself growing cold as the life was being drained from his body in the most literal of sense. Now, he was more afraid than he had ever been, but he could not express it. He couldn't scream. All that came out were horrible gurgling sounds. Nor could he even cry. Thaddeus would die there. He would die because he overestimated himself while underestimating his opponent. In reality, there was no hope for him to win from the beginning. He might as well have been an infant that was thrown into the same cage as a starved jaguar.

Just as the Watchdog had said, he had indeed gotten what he asked for. The only difference between reality and the way Wakefield imagined it was that Wakefield played the game and lost. The hounds had devoured Zaroff.

Ciel was not satisfied with this level of violence. Yet he did not want to give his opponent the release of death just yet. He stood there, standing over his dying foe as he breathed heavily. He still seethed with rage with no outlet to unleash it on.

"Ciel..." called a voice, causing the Watchdog to actually jump. Turning around, the bluenette looked behind him to see Alois, standing there with a gun at his side.

Alois had a strange power over Ciel. In an instant, his rage melted away, but in it's place he felt shame. He was ashamed at his bloodied appearance and at the things he said. Ciel was also worried about what the menace thought about his violent outburst. From all angles, the bluenette didn't want to be there any longer. So, he left.

"I need to wash this off before the others get back." he said, turning around and walking back. "Meet them at the door and make sure the younger ones don't see this mess before it's cleaned up."

Staring at the bluenette as he left, Alois pouted. "Since when are you the boss of me?" he asked, prompting the other to stop.

"Please… Alois." Ciel added, having not meant to sound like he was giving out orders. Once that was done, he walked onward, leaving Alois alone. Shaking his head, the menace looked down at the body the other left behind.

"Idiot..." the blonde muttered, pointing the barrel of his gun at the vampire's head. "Double tap."


A/N: Whelp...

More about how the duo feel about this next time. It's 5 a.m. so I'm kinda trying to get this out there.

Where is everybody...

This updating everyday shit feels good man. I don't want to go back to doing once a week. I don't wanna. I don't ever wanna.

There's still a lot of shit going on... A LOT of shit...

Guess we'll see tomorrow...

Also, out of character shet questions. Unless I missed some...

Some of them I did intentionally skip because I intend to answer them in the story. If I don't, I'll use them.

I'll get to them, either way.

Until the next chapter, my duckies~!