No More (Elizabeth x Ciel)

Chapter 9: A Night on the Town

(TW: gore skip if ur squeamish)
Alone with the soft glow of the moonlight on her back. The wind softly blew through her golden hair. The streets of London glistened with puddles of water from the previous day's rain. Lucille felt so free.

She had the entire night to herself and her new body. She did, of course, have a deal to uphold. So she'd take care of business before really having fun. After all, 'all work and no play makes jack a dull boy.'

Lucille sat perched on the roof of a building reading a newspaper. Another kidnapping? How tedious. The bodies have been being found all over town. I suppose I should dispose of this threat quickly.

Obviously, Lucille brought weapons with her. A dagger in her shoe, a gun strapped to her thigh, and twin blades under her dress. She'd obviously would not need all of them but she kept them with her just in case. The clothing she wore was a knee length flowy black dress, and a black hood with black boots. The obvious color scheme was to blend in with the night. She couldn't afford Elizabeth's name to get sullied.

Lucille hopped down the roof and walked to the building she'd been spying on for the last couple days. She'd found that her prime suspect always went to one secluded house to meet up with friends and gamble. Lucille was able to hear the drunken laughs outside of the door. How annoying. She thought to herself. There's nothing worse than an arrogant ape.

She leaned closer to the door to try and make out any conversation. Nothing coherent. Lucille pulled her cloak over her face and knocked in a pattern on the door. She found that they distinguished gamblers from police by using codes. 4 knocks, 2 knocks, then 3. A simple code, perfect for drunkards.

The heavy door creaked open. And Lucille stepped into the dimly lit room. A single table sat in the middle of the room surrounded by two people and the man who let her in. The room was too quiet for Lucille's liking.

One man suddenly spoke up. "Ayyyyyy, you 'ere for a game." He shuffled the cards in his hands. Lucille nodded, her head still covered with the cloak. "Great! Today's prize is a real beauty." He whispered. Could they be using the kidnapped women as gambling prizes?

Lucille sat at the table and began to play. The game was poker, and these guys seemed to take it deadly seriously. Lucille decided it was in her best interest to play fairly for now. The cards weren't in her favor today though. She had totally random cards and only a double. Nothing good. She couldn't tell what the other guys had. She can usually see through lies, but for now she had to draw as little suspicion toward herself as possible.

About halfway into the game, two of the men stood up. "I gotta go take a leak." One of them ran of.

"I'll go grab a couple more beers for us." The other one excused himself to what Lucille presumed was the kitchen. She was left alone with the prime suspect.

"Hey you," the suspect began. "Why're yah wearing a mask? We're all just playin a round a cards. Go ahead n' take it off." It sounded more like an order than a suggestion.

Lucille pulled down the hood, revealing Elizabeth's soft features and gilded locks. "Like this?" Lucille batted her eyelashes.

"'Ey, you're justa lil' girl!" He grinned. "Watcha doin playin cards with us?"

"I believe I should be the one asking questions right now. Like, what did it feel like?" He got very confused. Lucille pressed on. "You know, when you kidnapped, raped, and murdered those women. What's it like being a sex trafficking pig?" The man looked furious.