Hello everyone! I'm back! Sorry I'm late. Here is the new chapter.
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And to goopy gislcarbo thank you for yours too. Yes, I will write any pairing asked of me, that's what this fic is for; totally random pairings. I mostly focus on the Weston boys but I will write any pairing. Thank you for worrying about me! I have friends over tonight so my writing hasn't exactly been quick. But I will still update once more in about three hours. I'm glad you liked the last chapter.
To everyone else; enjoy!
Stranger at night:
Ronald talked to himself as he scribbled in his work folder, "Marietta Elwood, age 23, special notes; none."
He finished writing and chewed the end of his pen, "they'd better catch this guy soon or the bodies are really going to pile up," he was sure that law enforcement was aware of the situation but they were having trouble actually catching the spree-killer. That wasn't Ronald's problem however.
He stepped over the still-cooling body and followed the man with the knife. He wasn't sure how this was going to end but he knew wherever this man went, dead bodies would follow.
He heard the distinct sound of bone breaking, it probably wouldn't be this obvious to a human, but Ronald hadn't been human for a hundred years. Still, for a break to be that loud it would have to be something important, Ronald headed up the stairs and peeked around the first partially open door.
The spree-killer was kneeling in the middle of the room and a young man with perfect white hair and a thunderous scowl who most certainly had not been in the building previously was standing in front of him, one hand on the foil at his hip, "so you're the idiot who's managed to evade law enforcement for so long, you certainly weren't hard to find." He had a distinctly posh upper-class English accent and looked well-dressed, elegant in his finery. The sword on his belt looked elegant and expensive too and he held the hilt like he knew how to use it.
Pretty boy regarded the killer coolly for a few more seconds before putting his boot on the man's injured arm and shoving him backwards, the man howled as he fell over.
"Oh shut up," the white-haired man said unsympathetically, "do you know how much trouble you've caused me? Me, butler to the Queen of England herself, having to come all this way for a common killer!" The last word was punctuated with a vicious kick to the man's midsection.
He seemed more upset about being put out of his way than the fact that this guy had killed thirteen people but Ronald wasn't here to judge.
The man in white seemed to tire of the killer's whining, in a move so fluid and effortless even Ronald barely saw it, he unsheathed his sword and plunged it through the other man's heart.
He fell over, stone dead.
Dispassionately the Queen's butler wiped his blade on a cloth he pulled from somewhere in that outfit.
"Just be lucky I killed you here and saved you the trial," he told the corpse, tossing the cloth on the dead man's chest.
He turned to the door and caught sight of Ronald, his hand flew to his sword hilt again, "and who are you?! An accomplice?!"
Ronald nudged the door open the whole way to get a better look at the guy, incredulous, "you can see me?"
"Should I not be able to?" The shorter man demanded. Ronald really didn't have time to argue so he just held up his hands in a peaceful gesture.
"I'm just here to do a job, just like you." He assured the snow-haired male. Under a pair of watchful and incredulous violet-white eyes he pushed his modified death scythe inside the room and reaped the man's soul.
There was nothing unexpected in the killer's cinematic record so everything went the way Ronald expected it would-aside from the elegant -beautiful actually- white-haired man watching the proceedings with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth that said he was seeing all of this.
"I get the feeling this is slightly above my pay grade," he muttered, which made Ronald laugh.
"Yeah, a little bit," he admitted, keeping his eyes on the cinematic record and not the murderer's murderer, who really was far too attractive for his own good. Or Ronald's own good. One or the other.
Finally the hand on the man's sword hilt loosened its grip. "Fine!" He said, stubbornly, "magic, monsters, I don't care, not my circus, not my monkeys." He said, quoting an old Polish proverb as he strode around the body, past Ronald and to the door.
Unfortunately for Ronald this was his circus and these were his monkeys but the other male's words made him smile, he saw something fantastic and otherworldly that his mind couldn't explain and decided he didn't care because it didn't affect him directly? Ronald could respect that.
He finished with the killer's soul, what happened to him now was none of the blond's concern, so he shut his record book and hurried after the white-haired butler.
He found him descending the stairs, for someone so slender he sure could make a lot of noise, Ronald hurried to catch up with him and when one of the old, worn, wooden stairs broke under the other male's stomping Ronald was just in time to catch him by the arm and pull the other man against his chest as the whole stair gave away completely, nearly taking the white-haired man's leg with it.
"Gotcha!" Ronald yelled as he yanked the guy against his chest, holding him tightly until he regained his balance.
Instead of being startled by almost falling through a step or Ronald's sudden closeness the young human smirked, twisting slightly until he could look Ronald in the eye, and play with his tie, "now, I bet you say that to all the guys."
His job was usually so boring but tonight Ronald felt another laugh bubble up in him, who was this man who killed so easily and without compunction but would flirt good-naturedly with a complete stranger?
"No, I admit, I'm really shallow. I only say that to all the really, really cute guys." Ronald said with a wink as he set the other man back on his feet.
The white-haired man smiled as they walked down the rest of the stairs together, "cute. Well, I hope we see each other again sometime but for now, I should be off."
He gave Ronald a shallow bow and turned to leave, his every movement cat-like in its grace.
He really was candy for the eyes, Ronald admitted to himself. Suddenly he realized that he didn't even know this beautiful stranger's name. And if he didn't find out it would bug him for years.
"Wait!" He called, and the Queen's butler turned, one hand on the doorknob. "I'm Ronald Knox. What's your name?"
He smiled and it made those white eyes tinged with lavender look luminous and otherworldly in the moonlight from the window, "Charles Grey." He said simply. "Be seeing you." He yanked open the door and vanished, leaving Ronald staring at the door for a long time after he left before the blond smiled. Oh yes, he hoped he saw Charles Grey again before the time came for the other man's soul to depart this world.
Done! Hope you liked it!