A Demon's Love.

A Curious Man.

"That's the Queen's Guard Dog! You found who the culprit was! I'm rather impressed." The shaggy auburn headed Inspector, Fred Abberline, cheered as we all stood outside of Scotland Yard together underneath the faint dewy drizzle that misted onto London. 

"Yes, well her Majesty can now rest peacefully knowing that those children, and women are now free." Ciel spoke, drawing his hand towards his forehead because of Fred, who seemed to be a bit more gallant, and loud for the Earl's taste. 

"Though in this case I did receive some help." Ciel added, gazing over at me with a look of mischief, and amusement.

"Oh, so you helped the young Earl then? I'm Fred Abberline, pleased to meet you!" The gawky blue eyed man spoke, bounding over to me, and shaking my hand. A wide smile plastered across his small, coffee hued mustache. 

"I'm Elsbeth Knight, and are all of those victims going to be alright?" 

"Oh, yes. Her Majesty is going to make sure that those women, and children all have a safe place to go," Fred answered, dispelling my anxiety over the matter. "Though may I be so bold as to ask how you know Ciel here?" 

"Lady Elsbeth is like an aunt to my dear master, and she is a guest staying at his manor. In truth she was quite a wreck when my Lord so generously allowed her to stay. You might even say that despite becoming like an aunt like figure to my master's life that she is also like a stray kitten without a home." Sebastian snidely chimed in with his sarcastic comment, making my eyes narrow. 

"Well, I don't think you're one hundred percent correct with that, mere butler who shouldn't be speaking for others without permission, for I am not in need of a home. However far better to be a stray kitten with no place to go then to be a pet crow for a Guard Dog." I snapped back. 

"My, my. You two seem to be rather good with mocking each other. It's comical to hear you two interlace in a good banter." The Inspector noted, thinking our sizzling remarks to each other were a mere game instead of what it truly was, a severe battle of who got to have the last word.

Ciel cleared his throat, and drummed his fingers against the golden handle of his walking stick in a vexed nature. 

"Forgive them, Mr. Abberline. It seems that they have momentarily forgotten their place. But, now that the case of the disappearing prostitutes, and children has been swiftly taken care of please do inform Arthur Randall that it was mere child's play solving the case. And, that it apparently does seem that a child is needed otherwise his adult self would still be at a loss, bumbling over how to properly start the investigation." 

Arthur then suddenly walked over, receiving the tail-end of what the Earl had scorned. 

"So, you solved the conundrum, Guard Dog. It appears as though a congratulations is called for. Though I'm sure her Majesty will give you a nice rawhide bone for your efforts anyway. You're rather good at playing fetch for her." 

Ciel's one showing iris deepened, but instead of engaging in another war of sassy comebacks he twisted around on his heels, and faced the other direction. 

"Well, I've had enough useless chatter. Sebastian, bring the carriage over." 

"Yes, my Lord." 

While waiting for Sebastian to retrieve the carriage I noticed Arthur staring over at me rather earnestly, and keenly. As if he was trying to solve a puzzle, but was lacking the final piece. 

"Phantomhive, may I ask what you did with the creature that we had kept locked up?" 

"I disposed of it, obviously," Ciel responded, not daunted at all by his sudden analyzing inquiry. The boy knowing full well that if Arthur were to detect any uneasiness, fidgeting, or shaky words that all indicated a lie, that the cover would be blown. "Her Majesty wished that that monster fable would be destroyed so that it wouldn't upset her people."