Moon light spilt down onto the rugged back streets of Victorian London that fateful summer night. A gust of warm air blew down one of the dead end alleys that wormed off of Oxford Street causing a police officer of medium height to shudder. His short dirty blonde hair stuck out at all angles from beneath his rather large, bulky helmet. Eyes that bore a rather close resemblance to emeralds shone brightly in the pale light as he turned to walk back to the entrance after he was sure that there was no-one hiding in the shadows.

The man's uniform was quite obviously cared for well, there were no signs of wear or tear from previous scuffles with enemies of the law. Unlike most Policemen the blonde's body was slender, almost female. Though if someone bough such a thing into conversation the baton in the policeman's hand would find it's way to the crest of their head with more force than they could have possibly anticipated.

Sighing loudly the man reached up and removed the helmet from his head before looking up at the moon, grateful for at least some form of light during such troublesome times. People had been vanishing curing the night, as per usual, but for once it wasn't women. It was men and the mere thought of being on patrol by himself at this moment in time scared him witless. Every sound made him jump, every shadow made him hold his baton out in front of him. Though he doubted it would help much.

The past few nights he'd been out on patrol he'd been with a young American he was helping to train. Even though the young man grated on him badly he would've loved to have him by his side right now laughing and making crass remarks. Fortunately nothing seemed to be happening this night and he was nearing the end of his shift. A small smile made it's way across the blonde's lips at the thought of going to the bar after his shift and drinking himself into oblivion.

"Monsieur Kirkland you look tres beau with that smile~"

As the voice echoed down the alley the so-called Mr. Kirkland spun on his heels in an attempt to find the owner of the mysterious French voice. There seemed to be no-one which only set him further on edge. There was a light tap on his shoulder causing him to freeze in terror. He felt all his hairs slowly stand on end. The warm breeze, which had previously been blowing through the alley, was now deathly cold.

"I've been watching you mon petit lapin" Whispered the voice into the others ear which proceeded to send shivers down Kirkland's back "Watching and waiting. Now Arthur I do believe it's time to go home. Oui?"

Opening his mouth to shout at, what was obviously, a French male he felt something cover his mouth. Within seconds the officer was out for the count, limp in the arms of a cloaked figure.