A Demon's Love.

Gleaming Red Eyes.

The robust, earthy night air flooded in through the deserted streets of London in a thick fog. Netting around, and blurring the windows of the many shops in town, making it impossible to see your reflection. 

I stood with crossed arms all clad in heels, a short black silk skirt with a lace garter belt that fastened to my satin stockings, and a scarlet bodice that accentuated, to say the least, my chest. I looked like a burlesque dancer. 

With an irritated look plastered across my face I glared down at Ciel, obviously unhappy about my choice of outfit. 

"Why do I have to wear this?" 

"You're masquerading around as a prostitute, what did you expect to wear? A full on dress with a layered petticoat?" Ciel retorted, despite the burnt reddish hue that flushed across his cheeks. 

"Sebastian, where did you get that outfit for her anyway?" The Earl pondered. 

"I have my ways, my Lord." The butler remarked, making my shiver all over at his mischievous tone as I thought back momentarily to the last time he saw me this scantily dressed. 

"Now get the information where this person is keeping the victims, and escape without being noticed once you have completed your task." Ciel decreed, and I nodded. 

"Fine, you two go now. I don't need to be looked after. Besides, I hear footsteps coming."

Ciel went to walk away without another word, and Sebastian followed like a shadow behind him, glancing back over at me for a second before both their figures dissipated into the darkness of the night. 

Perking my ears up I leaned against the brick wall casually, and eventually a slim, gawky, yet confident silhouetted man bounded over to me, his back against the moonlight, masking much of his countenance. 

Gazing over I saw sleaze, power, corruption, and lust glazed over his clouded, almond shaped eyes. He reeked of strong, rich alcohol laced together with the sweet scent of chloroform, catching my attention. 

"So, that's what he uses to make his victims powerless. He puts them to sleep, and that way he can freely move the people where he wants." I thought.

He was dressed in a very nicely tailored green, and tan Houndstooth suit, but it was wind-bitten, and shrouded in a light layer of dust. 

"Well, aren't you a beautiful lass. Almost like a doll, but a doll adorned in an outfit that I happen to enjoy." The man spoke in a slightly slurred, deep, and sinister voice. 

With a smug, sly gloat his hands found their way to my black lacy garter belt, and he dug his fingers into my thigh, acting as if I were just a mere toy for him to play with. 

Normally, I would punch him, and tell him off in a ruthless way, but I was bound by the convincing role that I had to play. 

So, I remained in character, putting on a ditsy, and sensual facade as I lightly slapped his hand away from the high slit of my skirt that went up to my hipbone. 

"Ah, ah. Nothings for free." I playfully purred, making him chuckle in a low, menacing way. 

"Then how 'bout I buy you then?" He cited, emptying his pants pockets, letting a bunch of money spill down onto the cobblestone ground. 

He pushed me forcefully against the red stone wall, and teasingly sucked on the nape of my neck, lightly biting at my warm skin to which I in my head mocked him for. "You call that a bite? You should feel a Vampire's."   

Though just as I was about to utter out a breathy giggle for his own pleasure I felt a damp white cloth drenched with chloroform wrap around my nose, and mouth.