Demon (Black Butler Fanfic)

Strippin all day

"Now, where the hell am i?" Instead of getting an answer, like she wanted, she decided to look herself. Stepping from the alley, Victoria was met with ruffle dresses and suits.

'Looks like the old west, except fancier.' A tall man with a nice top hat turned towards the interrogator as she tapped his shoulder. "Can i see that paper real quick?" And without waiting for a reply, she pulled the newspaper from the nobles hand, he protested.

'Hmmm, London. This is what it looks like!? Glad i stayed in America! They have no technology or cars! Oh sweet baby Mustangs.' The brown haired male glared and ripped the paper back. "Excuse you! If you are looking for Whitechapel its up the road!" Then his snooty ass stomped away.

"Little bitch." Sighing, Victoria decided to go up to Whitechapel, maybe they have transportation, and it is the only directions she knows.

"Damn! Is America the only place advanced?" Shaking her head softly, she pit the blades away and finally made it up the road to where an abandoned church lay in ruins. And woman with different kind of clothing from the others down the road. 'Hoe alert.' Vicky thought as men with not so good expressions were flocking some women.

'Wait! That means that prissy noble called me a hoe! Well don't he know~'

Victoria knew she needed money, and maybe these worthless men actually had some. 'Now i am sure that killing is still illegal...oh well its not like America will get in trouble.'

Taking the trench coat and long swords off, she kept a pocket knife, Vicky hid her belongings then stood around a piece of the church, where an angel was bent up and half buried.

And since no one she works with is here, hopefully, she went up to one of the stone pillars and pole danced. The interrogator had never pole danced before, but TV can teach ya a few things.

Not long after a man with blonde hair and a beard stumbled towards her. "How much?" The lust in his eyes, as he watched the dance.

'Dang! I'm good or no ones ever pole danced in London. Well England i just invented pole dancing.' Smiling like a pheromoned Orion, she purred and instead of answering dragged the blonde man behind the stone structure, where her coat was.

His hand trailed up her back as he reached forward to kiss the woman, instead his face twisted in pain as he saw a knife sticking out of his gut and before the blonde could utter another word, Victoria reached forward and snapped his neck to the side. "Wow. Easiest kill in my life."

Laughing silently, she dug in his pockets, only to pull out some weird looking bills. 'Well moneys money and i know it when i see it.'

An hour had passed and Victoria felt sexy, luring men in and killing them, her money pile was gradually becoming bigger. Though one of them had no money, so V tortured him a little, masking his screams with her moans.

"I like Whitechapel." Some of the prostitutes were getting jealous and started to copy Victoria's pole dancing. Soon a strip club was gonna be made.

What really caught Madam Von's attention was when a man with blonde hair and a white outfit, looking like the richest man ever. Immediately all the woman and a couple guys who were hoe's, smiled their best, trying to lure the man over.

Instead of doing the same. Victoria swaggered up to him and clutched his collar. "Take me home daddy." He still seemed to be confused by the murderers words, but none the less he grinned.

"Oh my dear little snow owl. I'm sure you'll do just perfect. I have never seen a woman so young and gorgeous with white hair." He purred, pulling her closer, now noticing the trench coat in her hands, but ignored it and lead her into a carriage.

Victoria did a little victory dance in her head, this dude must be wealthy, I'll steal from him and be on my way, back to America!

And true to her thought a giant mansion came into view, though a million of guest were piling in, so he pulled up in the back.

"Follow along my adorable Snow bird~" The blonde noble lead Victoria into a room that had an ugly couch, but that wasn't the weirdest thing, the smell! Instantly she held her breathe and lunged at the man.

His back hit the wall and he struggled to get her hand off his neck, he was still holding a napkin to his nose as not to breathe in the intoxicating fume.

Victoria felt her vision drooping. She dropped the blonde and reached in her arms, where the trench coat was, only to see it lying on the floor. Vicky crumpled to the floor, wanting to pull in air so bad, especially since she was losing her vision.

"Haha see my little owl, no one can escape the Viscount, now rest." He stood over the interrogator with an evil smirk. Victoria reached in her overall pocket and grabbed the knife out weakly, and stabbed it in his leg, just as she passed out, thinking: 'So they ain't advanced enough to know what pole dancing is, but they easily have a room full of knockout gas!'

Ok so 901 words.