"That's revolting!"
"Couldn't they at least move it out of the street? I mean really, the nerve of these people!" The woman held a white handkerchief to her nose, blocking out the smell of blood and other bodily fluids. Her child stood trembling behind her, eyes adverted to the ground.
"God, It stinks…" The older man whispered, turning his attention to a nearby officer. The man looked utterly disgusted.
"Poor man…"
"What happened?" The young detective groaned, eyes nimbly avoiding the soiled body. The officer turned to stare at the brown haired man, and his face paled.
"It happened. This is the third victim this week! Sir, do we have any leads?" The detective ignored the last comment, ducking under the arms of the other officers as he made his way over to the body.
"Did the Earl stop by?" He whispered, eyes narrowing as he took in the stretched open mouth, blood dried and brown, and tongue limply draped over the sliced lips.
"Just left." The officer replied, using his arms as a barrier against the gathered crowds of people. The detective's eyes narrowed in annoyance and he nodded.
"Get this covered up immediately."
"Yes sir."
"So it removes the liver from the mouth?" Ciel whispered eyes turning from the window to stare at his butler sitting silently across from him. The demon only smiled.
"How clever you are, Bocchan." Ciel sighed, slightly annoyed by the sarcasm that laced his servant's words, and his stomach gripped in on itself as Sebastian's knowing eyes met his. Ciel turned to stare out at the passing forests and plains from the carriage's window, eyes narrowed in concentration.
"This is a demon, right Sebastian?" He heard his butler snicker, and his eyes narrowed further in annoyance.
"You could say that, sir." The silky voice responded, eyes never leaving their master's face.
"Tell me, Sebastian. I plan to get this case over and done with by tonight."
"Is that an order, My Lord?"
"Yes." Ciel was growing dangerously impatient. The raven-haired creature knew what this thing was, knew where to find him…Ciel groaned. He still had to find that woman's son…this was becoming annoying.
"It's called a Kan akuma (o taberu). It is a type of vampirism demon that feeds of the liver of young mortals. They are very blind, driven mainly by hunger and desire. Only some can see what they're doing." Sebastian remembered the auburn haired woman then, his cheek tingling slightly. His eyes narrowed.
"By touch they can invoke hunger and desire, and you can easily become blinded by useless emotions." Ciel glanced at his butler, whose voice had grown steadily darker. There was more.
"What else, Sebastian?" Ciel's voice was cold. Sebastian's vermillion gaze turned toward the young boy, smile creeping across his elegant features.
"That woman last night, My Lord, is a more 'in-control' Kan akuma. I am guessing this "son" of her's is the one committing the murders." Ciel scoffed, mocking edge in his voice as he spoke:
"I didn't know demons could have offspring." Sebastian's eyes flashed with over flowing amusement as he yet again met his master's demanding gaze.
"Not necessarily in the ways you may think, Bocchan. Demon's can impregnate humans if they choose, but in this situation this woman has turned him into what he is. Wouldn't it be fair to call her his mother?" Ciel studied Sebastian's face, and he nodded slightly.
"I suppose." He whispered before his eyebrows narrowed together in slight concern.
"Let's focus on catching her son tonight, Sebastian. If the woman becomes involved with our plans kill her." The ebony clad man's grin widened, Cheshire and haunting as he stared at the young Earl. His gaze was piercing, and it made Ciel's insides squirm.
"Don't let him touch you, Bocchan. If we are faced with a fight tonight, do not go near him." Ciel glared. He didn't like being told what to do.
"Human's emotions are weak," Sebastian continued, grin growing ever wider, "If he does touch you your emotions will crush you. You would not even be graced the use of your legs." Ciel stared on before sighing and leaning back into the stiff seat of the carriage, the velveteen material scratching against his clothed back.
"Then deal with them quickly, Sebastian."
"Yes, My Lord." And his voice still teased.
"This is ridiculous! It's freezing!" Ciel murmured wooden heeled buckled boots click clacking against the frozen cobblestones that had fallen beneath his feet. He heard Sebastian's amused chuckle but didn't bother turning around to meet his laughing eyes.
"Would you care for my jacket, My Lord?" The demon's breath tickled the back of Ciel's frigid ear, spicy cinnamon, as the butler leaned closer to better see his master's flushed face.
"No, let's just get this over with." Sebastian straightened himself again, black coat close fitting and cool, rustling like leaves around him and his red eyes studied the back of his master's head warily.
"We would not like you to catch a cold, Bocchan. Your asthma may start up again." Sebastian reminded and Ciel flinched slightly.
"I am fine."
"But, Young-"
"I said I am fine, Sebastian!" Sebastian's eyes narrowed slightly and the man turned his attention to scour the buildings and rooftops above them. So far, he sensed nothing. Though…it did seem slightly odd, why she had told them about her son. What exactly was her true reason for coming to the manor? She should've suspected to be figured out, or perhaps she really was that dense? The wind was shrill, merciless, and Ciel came to a halt, the airstream making his bones quake as he glared up at the cloudy night sky. He felt Sebastian stop behind him, and without turning he addressed the man.
"You may leave now, Sebastian. Remember the plan. I will call for you when you are needed." Ciel felt the ebony-clad man's eyes bare into the back of his head a moment longer before there was the click of heels scraping stone and then silence. Ciel sighed, slightly uncomfortable without his butler's aura of security, and he lazily turned and placed his back against the cool brick stones of a nearby building. How silly, he must look, standing in poor boy's clothes waiting for a demon to attempt to take his liver. He laughed inwardly at his wording. How silly indeed. He did not now how long he waited. To him it felt like wasteful hours, though in reality it was probably half that time. Maybe less. The drunkenly misplaced steps that echoed around the grimy streets were the first thing that caught Ciel's attention to the swaying man approaching him. The second was the smell. It came with a night's chilly breeze, smelling thickly of metallic sours and stale milk. Ciel wrinkled his nose, bangs sweeping over his eye as he did so.
"Aren't you a pretty thing?" The man groaned out, words dangerous and tortured, crawled off his tongue that had now slithered out to lick up the corners of his sneer.
"Why are you alone?" The man whispered oily hair falling in a polluted waterfall down his pale face, Ciel's eyes narrowed, already thoroughly disgusted by this "man". His jacket was long, brown and moth ridden, and the arms hung sloppily over his hands, dipping down to the corners of his feet. They dragged agonizingly slow over the walkway as the man steadily approached. Ciel felt his eye with the contract tingle. So this was the demon. Perfect. Now let's get this over with.
"Why are you lost?" The man whispered, and Ciel gasped silently. Lost?
"What the hell are you going on about? Why am I alone? Why am I lost? Is it really your place to be questioning me?" The man stopped walking, body tilting slightly as the demon cocked his head. He let out a low dry laugh, and it made Ciel shiver. It sounded like the sound was clawing it's way out of his throat to make it up out of his mouth.
"Oh, you are very interesting aren't you, little one? You smell luscious." And the man teetered forward all the more, his stench even more unbearable this close up. He hobbled closer still, much to Ciel's displeasure, who pushed himself off the wall and began to back up steadily. The man stopped abruptly, eyes shining with mirth and disdain through his hair and Ciel sighed somewhat in relief as he felt someone behind him.
"Sebastian, this is our demon. Finish him and we shall head-" But Ciel's voice trailed off as his head turned, and he stared slightly surprised at the auburn haired woman that stood behind him. Her eyes sparkled deviously, lips pulling back over blood stained teeth in a sickening sneer.
"Why hello, my dear Earl."
Finals are retarded! Taking up all my time with studying I normally pretend to do! :O Ah, well. I'm hoping to wrap up this story soon, and do something a little more...original. Happy (Late) New Year! :)