Well, I promised a longer chapter, so if this is out late, it's probably because I tried to make it as long as possible.

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"Anything of interest today, Sebastian?" Ciel asked, flipping through the first page of his newspaper while eating breakfast. He didn't necessarily ask the question because he wanted an answer, but rather because it was a routine he'd developed. He yawned and took a bite of a blueberry scone.

Sebastian set a letter on the table next to Ciel's plate. "If you must know, young master, Lady Evangeline attempted to paint the front of the manor a rather unsightly pink. I, of course, took the liberty of escorting her to her room and cleaning off the parts of the manor she had time to deface." He filled Ciel's empty tea cup with earl grey, "Other than this, however, there is nothing else of importance to report."

Ciel scowled before taking a sip of tea. "Bring her in for breakfast." He sighed before adding "And see to it that she is dressed properly." Sebastian nodded before leaving the room to fetch the said she-devil. It had been about a month since the incident with the mud puddle, and so far, "Vangie" exhibited no change in demeanor. In fact, if anything, her attitude had worsened. 

So far, she'd managed to sneak garter snakes into Elizabeth's guest room (Lizzie had promptly left after this), put salt in Ciel's cake (various times), hide all her formal clothes, wake everyone up at two in the morning (due to her tin-whistle), and play piano at midnight (quite creepily). Ciel was sure the devil creature had done more, but these were all that he could think of at the moment. Luckily, no more strange occurances of choking on water that was never there, or being entranced by singing, had happened since that one incident.

This, however, didn't mean that all was well. A loud crash was heard, and Ciel practically fell out of his seat. A moment later, a soaked but calm Sebastian came in holding a equally soaked Vangie by the hair.

The raven butler gave his master a pained smile. "It appears that Lady Evangeline left a bucket of water on the top of the stairs. It, unfortunately, fell once we walked under it." He paused a moment, "Shall I take her to change her dress?"

Ciel felt anger and frustration bubble up in his stomach. Why couldn't the girl just bend and let herself be molded?! It would be easier for everyone, including her! A dark glare made its way onto his face, and he barely kept himself from snarling. "She will be fine. Sit her down, a lady must learn to deal with many things."  Evangeline rolled her eyes when Sebastian pulled out a chair from the table for her, and instead of siting, she hopped up on the table and leaned towards Ciel, smirking.

"You want me to go back to America yet, ball-less one?"

Ciel tried not to hit her. 

Stay calm, stay calm, stay-- "I mean, really, Cici-- you don't have any balls, right?"

'Cici' frowned, "I beg your pardon?"

Vangie shrugged, "Y'know. Balls, testicles, those things that hang under your Johnson? That is, if you even have one..." 

Ciel couldn't help himself at this point. The creature kept leaning in, closer and closer, until finally, he pushed her off the table. "Keep away from me, why don't you?! It's none of your business about... things!" The blue eyed girl snorted and rolled her eyes and sat down in her chair, being sure to slump.

"I was asking a question, shit-head. No reason to flip out!" She pulled a strand of wet pink hair behind her ear. "And you still haven't answered my question."

Ciel raised an eyebrow, "And what would that be?"

"Do you want to send me back to America yet?"

The annoyed Phantomhive had to stop himself from saying yes. "...No."

"Lies!"

Ciel slammed a hand on the table, making the girl jump a little. This was surprising, and it boosted his confidence. Was she finally becoming afraid of him? He smirked before continuing, "I do not lie. You should know that by now... I have indeed punished you when I said I would, have I not?"

Evangeline scowled before pushed her chair out and allowing it to clatter to the floor. "If you consider forcing me into pink, frilly monstrosities and telling me I must behave, I suppose you have. But none the less, that is what a 'lady' must do all the time, right? In that case, no. You haven't punished me, nor taught me anything!" She snickered, spinning on her heel and walking towards the door in the corner of the room. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more important things to do... Enjoy your tea~!" She then sauntered out, slamming the door behind her. 

Ciel rolled his eyes and looked down at his tea. "If you think I'm going to drink it now, you are quite mistaken." He mumbled, dumping the tea into the flower vase on the table and sighing heavily. Now Evangeline's habit of pouring things into the wrong places was implanting itself in him. He really needed a break from her. 

"Ahem... Is this a bad time, My Lord?"

Ciel looked up to find a certain ebony haired butler standing near the table. "What is it, Sebastian?" He placed his head in his hands, waiting for the demon to answer. 

"There is a letter in the mail for you that may hold your interest, and possibly provide you with something to do. Of course, if you'd rather not read it, I can take it away." Ciel looked up, his eyes wide with maybe even a slight hint of fear.

"It's not from America, is it? Please, tell me it's not about some other delinquent daughter I must take in." His voice held a measure of panic.

Sebastian tried to refrain from chuckling at his Master's apparent fear. "Nothing of the sort, young master. In fact, it is a case the queen intends for you to inspect. Do you wish to see it?"

Ciel's fear diminished, and he nodded. "By all means, yes." 

Sebastian handed him the letter, and Ciel opened it quickly, immediately immersing himself in what the queen had sent.

To the Earl of Phantomhive,

It has come to our attention that a horse racing track, known as Blue Flower Stable and Track, has recently had a string of murders and strange, unearthly appearances. The stable is very well known, and will soon be hosting its annual horse-race. The queen herself will be attending, and we do not wish for any more calamities. We ask that you investigate and use whatever means necessary to bring these occurrences to an abrupt stop. Below is the condition the victims are found in, and four tickets for the next race they are hosting. Please use the things we have provided you with wisely.

Sincerely,

Queen's court

VICTIM CONDITION:

 - All of the dead appear to be run through with some sort of three speared object, which one may presume as a pitchfork. However, the evidence of such a thing being used is not concrete.

- They were found with their lungs full of water, as though drowned. Strangely though, no evidence of contact with water was discovered besides this.

- All of the dead have been found to have ingested a powdery substance, which we then discovered was ground up conch-- a type of shell. What this symbolizes, we are not sure.

- Lastly, all of their outer extremities, such as fingers, toes, and legs-- have been sewn together. Much in the likeness of a frog or fish.

We ask that you find the cause of this as soon as possible, and bring it to a stop.

Thank you.

The letter then ended, and as it had said, there were four tickets present in the envelope. Ciel felt curiosity wash over him like ocean waves as he studied the facts of the case. He had certainly never heard the likes of it before. "Sebastian... I presume you've read over my shoulder what we have been assigned to do?"

The devil smirked, "But of course. It appears the race is in two days, from the date on the tickets, is it not?"

Ciel handed the tickets to him, "Indeed. Prepare clothing that suits a horse race, and fetch anything we may need to investigate the murder--"

"Murder?! Horses?! You can count me fucking in!"

Dear god, no.

Ciel turned and beheld the sight of a grinning Evangeline standing in the doorway with her arms crossed. Upon seeing her, he shook his head quickly. "Absolutely not."

The cyan eyed girl glared at him, "Oh, c'mon! A place like that's where I belong, dammit!"

Ciel continued shaking his head. "No. You would only slow me down."

Vangie tossed her hair behind her shoulder. "I can even wear a dress!"

"No."

"I'll be polite!"

"No."

Vangie's eyes widened slightly, "I could help! I've grown up around horses and murder all the time! There'll be people like me there! People you won't know how to talk to!"

"No."

Vangie huffed before suddenly leaning forward and smirking slyly. "You know... I bet lady Elizabeth would just love to spend some time with her 'Dear husband' at a horse race~! I wonder what she'd say if I invited her to go with you~?"

Ciel opened his mouth, then closed it, before opening it again. "...Fine."

"Yes!" Vangie jumped up and down excitedly.

Ciel held up his hand, "But you have to promise to be lady like, wear a dress, not make a scene, and other such things! You promi--"

"I promise!"

Ciel nodded curtly. "It's settled then. We leave for the country tomorrow... Sebastian, prepare a carriage."

It appeared they had some horse-racing to watch.

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