Demon (Black Butler Fanfic)

Scotland yard

Victoria finally made it upstairs to her room, ignoring all the blood and sat down in the bed, finally going to sleep.

In the morning Victoria was awoken by loud banging. Digging she answered, only to show two men. One skinny with brown hair and a nervous expression. The other next to him was glaring at everything with an angry expression.

"Excuse me Miss. We have come to arrest you for the murder of Damien and Blake Heartfelt."

"Murder I did no such thing!"

"Well you should have cleaned up after yourself if you want to sound innocent! The blood obviously lead here!" The tall man said, pulling handcuffs out.

"Oh. Well if you ask anyone staying here they'll tell you the truth. Those two men went into my room to rape, and steal from me! And they don't get arrested!"

"Well one of them is dead while the other can't see or talk! So how do you explain that!" The young and skinny one hasn't talked yet, but was snooping around.

"He tripped!"

"Tripping doesn't do that to a person!" This time he put the cuffs on and dragged her outside, where everyone from the inn were being questioned.

"Oh my! Miss! I am so glad you're okay! I heard the scream and thought those two men had gotten you!" The sweet inn keeper claimed, pausing the cop in his tracks.

"What do you mean, ma'an?"

"Well me and a few other heard them planning to take her money and the screaming," She started to cry. "I just thought that the Sweet lady had been killed or worse, raped."

"Then why didn't you call anyone?"

"T-they threatened us! I'm so sorry!" She started to sob harder. This time Victoria hugged the woman, shocking the rude man as he was positive he locked those cuffs.

"But the men were the ones mauled." He conducted.

"R-really?" The woman asked.

"Oh yes. I had to use my self defense! Or is that against the law!?" Victoria smirked, she knew there was no way for them to get out of this, she wouldn't have stayed the night if she hadn't believed herself to be safe.

"You couldn't have done that to them!"

"M-maybe it was Jack the ripper?" The inn keeper supplied, making the Scotland yard man scoff.

"Yeah, because those men had Uterus!" Even though sarcasm was heard by everyone, Victoria still responded.

"Oh really? Thats why they had such girly screams." Vicky laughed only to be ruffly shoved by Randall.

Abberline finally made his way downstairs. "I have collected all the evidence and questioned the people closest to her room and I have concluded that it was all done in self defense, but she didn't have to keep going and should have contacted Scotland Yard!"

"See...uh what's your names?"

"Fred Abberline, at your service, milady." He nodded his head.

"Arthur Randall. Now who are you?"

"Madam Victor, pleased to make your acquaintance, now I must be off, good day gentlemen and do be careful with dear Blake, he's been through enough." And with a wink she hurriedly marched away.

Randall was fuming he should have got to brought someone in for the crime! Especially since Ciel had taken the Jack Ripper case. There's only one thing to look up, because Arthur did not trust that woman one inch. "Let's look up a Madam Victor, come along Abberline." Then the two left with Damien and Blake in tow.

Walking by a church, Victoria saw some creeper talking to three little children and one of them had an uncanny resemblance to Richard, one of the children she had interrogated. "Hey grey creepy man, where can I find a ride to America?" Her question had the man burst into a fit of giggles, making the children run away.

"Hehe no one's ever called me that. Hhehe and who may I ask are you?" The man had a long scar running across his face and beautiful hair. Victoria didn't know why, but he gave off a Johnny Depp vibe.

"Madam Von and you a--"

"Ohh just like the woman in the funeral. Did you know her, she is called--"

"Madam Red, yeah I met her. You know why she was crazy?" The grey man looked back into the church as Ciel draped a red dress over his aunt.

"No dearie. Do tell?"

"Well she had her fucken uterus pulled out! Thats a lot of hormones running crazy."

"Interesting. Now you wanted a ride to America. But why it is lovely here." Scar face gushed.

"Yeah just peachy. So you know where I can get one? I'll pay ya." She offered, even though it is fun here she did want to check up on Wendal.

"I don't want the Queens coins! Give me a laugh and I'll help you." The man clapped his hands together like a happy child. They started to walk towards a building that said Undertaker, and the inside was filled with coffins, letting Vicky know that this man was a mordican.

"Okay. Why did the skeleton cross the road?" When he didn't answer she rolled her eyes. "Because he didn't have the guts to." He just gave her a blank look, well she thinks it's a blank look, can't really see his eyes.

"Fine. Um okay so there was these two guys who got stuck on an island and captured by Natives. The Natives said either death or boogaloo. And the first dude said boogaloo. So they raped him. Now the other man was horrified and quickly said death. The Natives cheered and said death by boogaloo!" This time Victoria started to laugh, though Undertaker didn't find it funny at all.

Ok so 962 words. Do you have any jokes?