The Vampire Twins (Phantomhive)

[Captain Dusk Rose]

Ciel Phantomhive was leaning on one of the shapely armrests of his chair, staring moodily out of the window of his study.

His butler enters silently, noticing that the tea and carefully prepared lunch he had left on the Earl's desk is untouched.

"Today's mail, young master." He bows and sits several envelopes on Ciel's desk and turns to leave.

"Sebastian!"

The butler turns and looks at his moody master with a mild smile.
"Yes, my lord?"

"Read it for me." He answers, with out moving.

The butler opens all of the envelopes in a flourish and begins to read.

"You are requested at a ball this Sunday, for your fiance's birthday party." Ciel hmphed.

"You will be delighted to know that a replacement antique tea set has been found, and will be arriving shortly-" Ciel through a biscuit at Sebastian, who easily caught it between two gloved fingers with out looking up from his reading.

"... and her royal majesty requests your assistance in hunting down a particularly vile criminal."

Ciel snatched the letter from him and began to read:

Dearest Earl Ciel Phantomhive,
It is my grave duty to inform you that a chain of terrible murders has been taking place in the ballrooms of nobility all over England. The killer is of a most vile nature, his atrocities too gruesome to put into words.
Scotland Yard has discovered that all of the murdered victims are members of a Black Magic Cult that has been behind the kidnapping and illegal auctioning of orphaned children for some time.
The best minds in Scotland Yard have been diligently searching for both the Cult and the Ballroom murderer for as long as these horrible deaths have been occurring, but the murders are rising in number.
I have sent one of my trusted inspectors to aid you in this troubling matter.

England turns her head to you Ciel Phantomhive, to save her from this terrible plight.
Godspeed Earl of Phantomhive, and thank you.
Queen Alexandrina Victoria

[The DeLavergne Twins]

“This ballroom is lovely Monsieur!” The long pale French girl with sweet blue eyes said as she hugged a short bald English noble. “Oh no stop! You're making me plum red my deer! Oh! Curse this old age of mine!” The man prodded at his long beard as if to bring his thoughts back into focus. “This is rather rude of me to ask young miss but... what was your name again?” ““Colette Delavergne” The beautiful young girl made a graceful curtsy. “Oh my my! Such grace and beauty at your age!!” He drooled most un-noble like. Colette stares at the perverted lord with a shocked face.

“Oh heaves Monsieur ! My long boring chat has left you hungry and deprived of energy! Oh curse these lips of mine!” The man nearly falls over in shock. “No! Young miss you were not at fault! I was err- just caught up in a pleasant dream is all!” He laughs, making his gut bulge out as if he had smuggled some ungodly number of swine in that fat gut of his. “Ohhh I see.” Colette turns to another long haired pale youth. He was just as lovely looking as his Colette. They even had fine white dress clothes that would send a Duchess mad with envy. “I have never been to a ball before isn’t that right ma chère frère Sinjon?”She smiled the gentlest smile ever to her brother. Some say it was paved by angels others say it was….


"Why yes, it is the young lady's first time." He smiled brilliantly. "Now I'm afraid monsieur, that I must take this lovely lady off your hands for a moment." He winked and bowed to his sister before offering her his hand. "May I have this dance, chere soeur?"

Colette's almost snow white face flushed , her blue eyes seemed to sparkle as if it were some heaven of stars or jewels that could light the darkness. “Oh ma chère frère!” She her held hand shyly “I thought you would never ask~”

Sinjon smiled and kissed her delicate hand with a wink. "Then chere soeur, shall we begin?"

Colette turned her head ever so slightly “Oh ma chère! We haven’t even started dancing and you have made my face but a mere red rose!” She laughs gaily as she winks at him.

Sinjon laughed lightly and lead her into a graceful waltz. Their elegant clothing and golden hair sparkled as they awed the crowd.
During a graceful twirl Sinjon held his sister's hand gently, while with his free hand he unsheathed the rapier at his side.

Colette released her rapier as well from her sheaf. The crowd cheered thinking this as nothing more than mere entertainment. “Oh ma chère frère we have a fine crowd!” She rested her free hand on her brothers armed sword hand. And vice versa for Colettes armed hand. “Let’ give them a good nights stand frère!”

"Indeed chere soeur. Let's give them a night to remember." He smiled, a dark, mirthless smile, and ran his sword through that repulsive noble who had the nerve to lay his eyes on his beloved sister. “

“Gack!” Was all the noble could say as that blooming red rose spread from his inner most vest into staining a tad of his over coat. He fell to fall and met whatever fate faces men like that in the afterlife if there was such a thing..”Oh ma chère ! Do be careful!” She said as she slit an old hag's throat in half ever so gracefully. “Their black blood might stain our lovely clothes!” She slashed a few royals wearing masks of that of an eagle or some kind of hawk. “Sinner blood is so hard to get out of white. They just seem to stain their world in their filth!” She looks over a begging tax collector. “Oh my! They have red blood after all. Who know?” She plunges her blade into the weeping mans breast.


The two twirled. Their similar bodies, shimmering in white, were impossible to discern from one another as their swords feasted on the corrupt flesh. Blood blossomed all around them in waves of brilliant crimson. "You look just as lovely in crimson my love."

“Oh chère stop! You’ve already made my face just as crimson as the blood on the very walls!” She twirls around with her brother leading the way. Cutting down all who run and stand in their way in their graceful dance of death. A man whose legs had been deeply cut by the twins blades crawled at sheer desperation towards someone’s forgotten pistol. He almost had it but… fortune was not on his side as Colette slammed her heels onto his hand. The man howled in pain. “Oh my! What a vulgar thing to do! Were you trying to interrupt my and ma chère little dance?” She smiled gently but to the man he saw nothing gentle in this smile. That smile belonged not to an angel but a cloaked devil in disguise.. “That’s so rude!” Her blade removes the vile thing's one hope to live on and his hand as well. The creature howled an unearthly screech as if it was some hellish beast from the lower world.

He pushed his way among the panicked crowd. At least he had a little more sense on his mind to figure out that he needed to use the door than run around screaming like other fallen nobles. The fleeing noble screamed in fright as he saw the man suffer at the hands of of those fiends! “Gah AHHH!!” the frightened royals cried. “Now now…” The demon sister know as Colette smiled. “You mustn’t run away~” The twins smiling had some kind of effect on the noble. As he shivered in his cold sweat. His voice cracked and his lips seemed to bleed by the mere presence the twins gave off. The man fell to his knees pleading for his life in between sobs and whatever vile fluid escaped him that night. “Chère frère!” Colette full of high spirits as she smiled. “”Why don’t we take him with us?” She pointed at the man with the blade of her sword. “”Let’s play with him until our next job~!!!”

Colettes brother Sinjon smiled just as cheerfully as he took out another noble by throat. “A fine idea indeed chere soeur.” His sister smiles oh so lovely at her brother. “”Fine indeed chère frère.” The man screams like a madman as Sinjon takes him by the back of the neck. His sister not too far ahead as she slashes at other escapes to be. They didn’t want anyone to escape after all while they tended to their new play thing. “Oh boy He’s quite heavy chere soeur!” Sinjon said as he closed his eyes from the burden of dragging this big weight. “You’re a big boy chère frère.” She smiled as she held off the mob of desperate nobles. “A proper lady shouldn’t handle heavy baggage.” They stuffed the man into their parked coach and went back into the ball for their second dance. They stopped only when they were satisfied that no one left inside was moving. The two tuckered twins held hands and they made way for their coach to retire for the night. As they made their way out the cracked and red smeared glass door. Sinjon tossed a lit match behind them to feed the bottles of petrol the twins had all ready put in place long before the start of the party. The match fed the fires of flames and blood alike. Making the ballroom shine in a beautiful crimson glow of blood and fire. The twins left their crimson ballroom as they hummed a sweet French song into the dark and silent London night.