Demon (Black Butler Fanfic)

Dog

'What joke? I mean I tried pg and then R, so maybe he's a pg-13 kinda guy.' Thinking up a good joke or riddle she tried again and again, it had been about an hour and she was still trying.

"Okay I know. I have one. There once was a girl named sue, she filled her vagina with glue. Now men paid to get in and they had to pay to get out too." Victoria looked up, quite proud of herself, but frowned as he had no smile.

"Now now deary. Why don't you take a break, tea?" He offered.

"British people and there tea. Yeah I'll take some. So you a mordican? Get any new bodies?" And when the words left her mouth she was instantly twirled around.

"Oh I did! And I made them all so beautiful again! You must see them!" His smile proved it all and with a sigh, Victoria complied. Looking in one of the wooden crates her smile fell to a nervous grin. "Hehe, wow they look good. Any leads on the murderer?" Because low and behold the men from her nights as a striper were there, all in there very own coffins and looking quite good. Well some of the men.

"No. But it was all quick deaths, though the newest male was quite deformed, his name is Damien Heartfelt. Do you know him?" The Grimm reaper had been alive for a long time to know a guilty expression, even if it is well hidden.

"Yeah. So I have another joke. What's 73...69 with three people watching. Eh eh." Now Undertaker was just confused.

"Your other jokes made sense, but not this one. Is it impossible to tell a good joke!" He sighed and decided to get some work done, because she was going to take forever.

'That innocent child.' "Sooo." Looking around Victoria didn't see any clocks and sighed, that knocked out her clock joke. But she was pretty sure they had clocks here. "How do mermaids reproduce, I mean have kids...seaman." She had to fix her words in case the idiot didn't know what it meant, because obviously he doesn't since he hasn't laughed at any of her jokes and it's almost bed time!

"Look dude. What kind of jokes do you like?"

"I like all kinds of jokes. Hehe."

"Wow. So helpful. And even though you didn't laugh at all my other jokes! I should have stayed with Sebastian!" Victoria said, getting a migrane.

The Grimm reaper looked up. "Sebastian? Do you know Lord Phantomhive?"

"Yeah, you know them? Cool. Hey is Ciel a girl?" At this the man burst into laughter, shaking the while building.

"AHAHAHAH!!! You must ask the young Lord that! Please! You are so funny~" He giggled, wiping tears from his eyes.

"...." Glaring very hard at the man, wishing he would disappear. 'Deep breathes. Now you can go to America. Soon you'll be back home, watching the sexiest fucking man alive: Johnny Depp and that is the only reason as to why I haven't killed this grey Weirdo!'

"Well if you want to go to America. I know a man at the Barrymore castle who is heading there in a week. Just tell him Undertaker sent you and he'll let you join. Now goodbye deary~" And without waiting the interrogators reply he shoved her outside.

"Whaa? But I don't know how to get there! And I don't even know your friends na--" Then a piece of paper flew down on her head. Looking at it, it was the instructions and sighned by the lunatic himself. "Fine."

Victoria walked....On foot and though it wasn't that far it was faaaaaarrr! Even though Vicky did exercise alot to keep up her bad boy muscles she never ran. Nope. Running was just...to much, unless for something other than exercise.

So while walking in the woods she was getting creeped out. But only because of all the rustling and the howls and the hoots and the screeches. Only that. Especially since she feels like she can hear every fucking thing in the forest!

Walking slowly, she decided to sing a song, not noticing a giant white dog sneaking up on her. "Under tree and over stone to lands wh--" Her 'beautiful' melody was cut short as a loud whine went through the forest.

Whipping around, Vicky came face to face with the giant white demon dog, his paws covering his ears, whining. "I hate animals....But if you're in pain...here I'll sing you a song. How can I expect yooooou brother miiinne!! How can I expect yooooou to forgiiiive *cough* whew it's hard to hit those high notes, ya know?" Staring down at the white pooch, V noticed his whinning seemed to have increased.

"Useless mutt. Look I gotta go. I wish I could help ya. But yeah, bye." With that Madam Von started to speed walk especially upon seeing the town lights. "Alm--Ahh!" She was tackled down by that white dog! And with a snarl it bit into her leg and started to drag her further into the forest.

"Ahhh! Fuck! Fuck!" She struggled to pull the gun out and right when it was about to bite her leg off, she shot.

The air filled with smoke as a yelp sounded far away along with an explosion...making the trees catch on fire. "Oh shit!"

Victoria quickly stood up and started limping away, the burning pain, killed her. "Jesus. Anyone out there. Get me the fuck out here." She muttered as a loud howl alerted her that the little fuck beast hadn't died and it was mad.

Reaching in her pocket she pulled out some pepper spray and some ducktape, this was going to be a painful night.

Ok so 967 words.