We all assessed what we had discovered in the Phantomhive solarium. Ciel, and I reclined back in our seats while Sebastian stood. 

"So, Sir Samuel has dealt with that coroner Maxwell Hans before on a couple of investigations? And, Sir Samuel was tracking down quite a few drug dealers up until he was murdered?" Ciel brought up, his chin lazily resting in the palm of his hand despite how enthralled he seemed to be with this case. 

"Yes, my Lord. I also took the liberty of talking to the maid of Sir Samuel's flat before I left to fulfill your orders. She said that Maxwell Hans visited Sir Samuel once a month for just tea, and chitchat, but that Maxwell Hans once mentioned that his father used to dabble in apothecary. Meaning that he does possess the expertise to kill someone with the right overdose of drugs." Sebastian constructed, serving Ciel a crystal bowl filled with Malvern pudding, the sweet apple fragrance wafting around the room. 

"I see..." Ciel started, taking a spoonful of the treat. "And, adding in to what Elsbeth found out we can conclude that the coroner must be involved in some way, or perhaps he may even be the murderer himself. He could also be the one affiliated with the other drug dealers in London, so there is only one thing that we can do to properly investigate more thoroughly. Let's have this Maxwell Hans become an honorable guest at the hospitable Phantomhive estate tonight." 

And, with that, everything was set. 

For the duration of the day Sebastian worked tirelessly doing absolutely everything to ensure that not a single speck of filth, flaw, or imprecise detail could be found. He prepped the most delicious five course meal, and retrieved a robust burgundy vintage from the wine cellar. Everything shined spotlessly like iridescent crystal, the palatial manor looking elegant, and immaculate. 

"So, tell me. Why do I have to join in on the events tonight?" I brought up plainly, leaning my side against the doors frame of Ciel's master bedroom. Just watching in on Sebastian tying up his forest green tie. 

"Because, apparently our coroner seems to enjoy women, and he's been married three times." 

"Three times really?" I gaped. "Back in my day you never divorced at all." 

Ciel stood up from the edge of his bed, and let Sebastian button up his azure suits coat. 

"Well, he pinpoints the cause of divorce onto his wives, but then right after they split he is usually seen courting other women, most of which are far younger than he is." 

I clicked my tongue in annoyance, irked by the gentleman already even though he hadn't even arrived yet. 

"Why is he labeled as such a renowned professional then?" 

Ciel slipped on his two rings, one onto his middle finger, the other onto his thumb. 

"Its because of his more professional attitude while at work, and the fact that not everyone wishes to be a coroner that keeps him in such high standings, not because of his usual vulgar scenes in his day to day life." 

"My Lord, what do you expect to obtain tonight? A confession? Or, merely more clues to give you more to go on?" Sebastian expounded, hanging up his masters day clothes into his wardrobe. 

"Both, simply put." The ever assured Earl regarded, preparing for the interesting game. 

"I'll force him to scurry around like the rat he is, and sweat like a coward. But, more importantly... Change." Ciel suddenly demanded, pointing at me. 

"What?" I paused, arching a brow in confusion. 

"I hardly wish to go about this this way, and I myself am not too keen on you constantly using your persuasive looks all the time. However, I am willing to do anything it takes to solve this case, so for tonight that includes you being as sweet, and as charmed by him as you can." Ciel stated, making me sigh. 

"Fine, I'll go change into something a little more revealing, but I shall be complaining constantly in my head the whole time." 

As the time when Maxwell Hans was supposed to arrive drew near I changed into a burnt crimson plunging decolletage dress that flowed out into an A-line skirt with a slit. 

Sweeping some strands of my platinum hair up I slipped on some red heels, and walked down the grand staircase, gliding my hand along the wooden banister, and I noticed Ciel, and Sebastian waiting at the bottom. 

"You know, Ciel. Would you like me to educate you on how dresses used to be like in the 17th Century?" I sarcastically uttered, seeing a flushed pink hue dust across his face. 

"Its not like I want you to dress like that!" The Earl retaliated, earning an amused chuckle from Sebastian just as we heard a knock on the door. 

Sebastian went to let the special guest inside. 

"Good evening, Mr. Hans. It is a pleasure to have you over for dinner at the Phantomhive household." The immaculate butler welcomed, taking the coroners long overcoat, and velvet top hat. 

"This is my master, Earl Ciel Phantomhive, the Queen's Guard Dog." The black butler then introduced. 

"Why hello, Mr. Hans. I trust the trek to the countryside wasn't too grueling." Ciel solicited, his perfect young noble persona appearing, shielding his usual dark sinister attitude. 

Maxwell Hans fiddled with his pocket watches gold chain, and intently I observed each tiny action he did. 

Maxwell was a gawky thin middle-aged man with dusty gray eyes, raven black hair with some silver strands mixed in, and he walked with a cane. He looked like a rather grim fellow who could certainly handle the hauntingly disgusting job that he had with substantial ease. 

"Well, I don't get out into the countryside much, boy, since my profession calls for me to stay in London where crimes usually run more rampant, but I find the rural's of England to be quite picturesque." Maxwell chaffed, his foggy iris's settling onto me, a grin stretching across his pale chiseled face. 

"Oh, my. Speaking of picturesque things, who might this lovely creature be?" 

"She is Lady Elsbeth Knight, a guest staying here for now. She's like an aunt to me." Ciel introduced, but the coroner hardly listened, his gaze fixated on me completely as he ambled over, and kissed my hand. 

"Just a guest you say? How nice to hear. Even though I've been rather unlucky with finding the right wife for my acquired taste I am still on the endless search for a beautiful woman to love." The gloomy exteriored bloke spoke, his sinister eyes gleaming with lust, and corruption. 

"But, may I be so forward as to ask why I have been so generously invited here tonight? Here at this stately manor, and with a scarlet dressed Goddess. Surely you must have a reason for me, a distinguished, yet simple man, being here so suddenly?" Maxwell piped up, liking to know all of the facts. 

"Indeed there is..." Ciel began to say, his more smug look peeling past his gentle, kind facade. "You see with the death of Sir Samuel J. Adams upon all of us I'd like to learn more about the details." 

Sebastian led us all into the perfectly decorated, and arranged dining room, and we all sat down. 

Ciel sat at the head of the table, and whisked his napkin across his lap. 

"So, tell me, you examined his body correct? Do fill me in on what you discovered since I am in charge of this case." 

"Oh, you're in charge of the case?" Maxwell exclaimed, and I could keenly tell already that he was far more taken aback then a normal bystander would be. 

"Well, Samuel was a dear acquaintance of mine, so it was truly painful for me to examine his body. It was rather obvious that it was a member of the Italian Mafia who did it based on the pistol though." 

"Oh, really?" Ciel quipped, his amusement in the game plainly showing despite how much he tried to hide it. "That's rather interesting to hear you say that. You sound more like a Detective than a coroner. Though it seems to me that there might be more to this case then a mere Italian rats doing for my always intelligent guest, Elsbeth, and my butler have both found out many things." 

"If I may, my Lord," Sebastian interjected, passing out the soup course. "I had discussed a couple of aspects with the maid of Sir Samuel's London flat, and she was seemingly rather dizzy, and not quite right. She told me that she had a mere headache due to the immense distress of her masters death, but her symptoms were that of someone who was still drugged from an overdose of sleeping pills, and other medicines that are known to cause delusions, and unsteadiness." 

"She told me, from what she could remember, that she brought Sir Samuel a cup of tea into his library at 1:10 in the morning. Meaning that if the tea carried an overdose of drugs in it that it would take two minutes to work then the murderer could sneak in through the kitchen window, flee towards the library, and shoot him by the time of 1:13." Sebastian demonstrated, and I could see Maxwell's wiry, teal hued vein adorned hands tremble just the slightest. 

"My, what makes you think that the murderer also drugged Samuel?" 

"Simple, what you missed while studying Sir Samuel's body was that the blood around his mouth smelt a little off," Ciel ascertained. "Looking more closely, and seeing into his mouth would show that there were traces of little white powder flakes, the same that were left as mere residue along the side of the teacup that was on his desk. Interesting, isn't it?" 

Maxwell nodded, and I could smell the same drug that had come from Sir Samuel's corpse laced onto him as well. 

"Didn't your father dabble in alchemy, Mr. Hans? I wonder how you could of missed such an obvious sign." Ciel belittled, his interrogation ringing with tension, but Maxwell wouldn't go down without a fight, staying as calm as he could under the circumstances. 

"Oh, I suppose you're right, boy. I don't know how I could of missed that, but then again my father never did reveal much to me about alchemy." 

Ciel glanced over at me, and he nodded obscurely, silently giving me the signal. 

Taking a crystal wine glass in my hand I "accidentally" poured the burgundy alcoholic liquid along the side of Maxwell's herringbone jacket. The burnt red staining the twill fabric. 

"Oh, I am so sorry, Mr. Hans! Come, lets go wash it otherwise the spill will never get out of your coat!" I clamored, taking a hold of his spidery cold hand, and leading him into the salon, walking slower than I'd like to due to his cane. 

We took a seat down onto the chaise lounge chair, and I began to dab the smudged fabric with a damp cloth. 

"I truly do apologize, I can be such a klutz." I feigned lightheartedly as I secretly threaded my fingers into his breast pocket, swiping the little velvet drawstring bag that was located inside. 

"Its quite alright. I'll always forgive such a beautiful lady like yourself. Actually, I'm kind of glad that your little clumsy act pulled me away from the Earl. He's rather nosy, isn't he?" 

I wiped the wet cloth against the stained marks, and stared over at him. 

"Well, shouldn't he be? After all he's in charge of the case." 

"I suppose." The coroner began to say, tossing his walking stick aside, and pulling me so that I was now underneath him by the skirt of my crimson dress. 

"Let's just take a second to enjoy ourselves before the show gets started, hmm?" He purred, showing remarkable strength by how easily he had pinned me below him, surprising me since he looked like a wiry, feeble man. 

"What show, Mr. Hans?" I inquired as he started to playfully nibble my ear, his knee sliding in between my legs. 

"You'll hear it soon, love." He wiled just before an accumulation of hundreds of gunshots being fired suddenly echoed throughout the Phantomhive manor, shattering through the windows. 

Immediately, I jolted up. 

"What was that!?" 

"My friends in the drug business, my sweet. They're taking care of that bratty noble kid, so in the meantime lets have some fun, shall we?" Maxwell beguiled, already about to smother me in a hungry kiss. 

However, I merely smirked. Now able to show my true colors as I threw him with ease off of me. 

"I'm afraid that you're quite wrong about that, Mr. Hans. You see, this isn't a normal household with simple servants." I informed before rushing into the hall, back into the dining room. 

Mey-Rin, Finny, and Bardroy were already off fighting the hoards of annoying rats outside. 

Chandeliers, and shards of glass covered the carpeted floor. There were bullet holes in all of the oil paintings in the dining area, and the wood chairs around the table were toppled over. 

Ciel, and Sebastian looked at ease, and if anything Ciel was more irked with the loud noise then at actually worrying for his life. 

"Sebastian, I order you to dispose of those vermin outside, they're irritating pests." 

"Yes, my Lord." Sebastian said, quickly heading out into the night. 

My heels stepped over the cracked glass, and I felt the chilled wind whip throughout the house, coming in from the broken windows. 

"What, you were prepared for my men to attack!?" Maxwell hollered, catching up behind me. 

"No, we weren't. Its simply that my servants are very well trained, you see." Ciel jeered, earning a maniacal burst of laughter from the slender coroner. 

"Fine, but now you're alone, you brat! Its just you, and the beauty here all defenseless!" He blathered out in a cackling mad fit before retrieving two twin pistols from his belt, and with conviction he pointed the silver barrels at both of us.

Ciel's one eye widened just the slightest bit as the first loud bang erupted out from the gun, the bullet soaring at the speed of light. 

Immediately, in an almost subconscious way, I dashed in front of Ciel, acting as his shield to the surge of ammunition that started to pierce through my skin. 

Dozens of the metal shards burrowed into my flesh as blood began to seep out. 

I coughed, strings of scarlet dripping down my chin, the golden bullets digging into my arms, stomach, and ribcage, the hole like wounds leaking out red. 

"Elsbeth..." Ciel whispered, his one navy pool still wide with shock, and he almost looked afraid, but I merely smirked, still standing like a protective wall in front of him. 

"My, what careless aim, Mr. Hans. All show, but no true power for you still missed all of the truly vital spots. Just like the same careless aim which was the gunshot wound on Sir Samuel's stomach." 

"Ha," Maxwell choked out, his eyes fogged up with an insane glaze. "So, you did figure me out. That I was the one behind his death, well fine. Though just you watch, wench. Feel as my new poison infused bullets infect your blood system. Killing you painfully slow as the poison shuts down your insides piece by piece. First the liver, lungs, kidneys, then heart!" 

I violently coughed up more blood then, starting a gagging fit, my body tingling all over as a miserable look contorted across my expression. 

"Elsbeth!" Ciel screamed, extending his hand out to help me, but I just smiled back at him. 

"Just stay put, Ciel. Its okay, don't forget what I am." I spoke, coughing once more into my hand, revealing that inside my palm were dozens of bullets. 

"Poison infused, or not, don't take me so lightly." I warned, my eyes sparking crimson as I sauntered over to him, causing him to collapse in horror. 

I just simply dropped the bloody bullets onto his lap as he stared up at me in fear. 

"Y-You're a monster!!" 

"I suppose you may be right, Mr. Hans," I answered. "Though in my eyes we're equals, you see. So, what should I do with you? Since you're not a human that I seem to feel bad for should I kill you?" 

"Elsbeth, keep him alive. I want his fate to be suffering for years in a rotten prison cell. Though hurt him a bit to make sure that he's not a hassle." Ciel instructed, and with that I peeled off my lacy gloves, revealing my claw like black nails. 

I slashed my pointed fingernails across his chest, gashing long bloody slits along his torso. 

His crimson liquid splattered all over, staining my hand, and I watched as he tumbled against the glass covered floor, fainting. 

The gunshots soon turned silent, and the servants were through eradicating the pests from the Phantomhive grounds. 

"Master, are you alright?" Sebastian questioned, walking back over to Ciel like a well trained dog. 

Ciel only nodded once, his face still grim as he pointed over at me. 

"Elsbeth protected me." 

Sebastian's calm gaze cracked as his ruby hues scanned over my bullet wound covered body. 

"Elsbeth..." He murmured out, his voice threaded with concern, but I just sighed weakly. 

"I'm a Vampire, aren't I? No matter what may happen I won't ever be effected by it, correct Sebastian?" 

I waltzed over to Ciel, and crouched down to his level, tracing my fingers along his cheek. 

"Those bullets were indeed poison infused, so if you would of gotten shot with even just a slight flesh wound you'd be dead by now." 

"Well, then its a good thing that you became my shield." Ciel confirmed, his cold exterior returning since he already had revealed a touch of weakness towards me earlier. 

"Now, did you get it?" 

I nodded, handing the small velvet drawstring to the boy. 

"There, a bag full of drug powder. The same that Maxwell Hans along with the other drug dealers used to sell illegally, and the same one that was in Sir Samuel's mouth, tea, and blood which killed him even before Maxwell's shot to his stomach." 

The case was solved.