Cracking masks

Chapter 3: Victoria's POV

I watched as the detective left the room with wide eyes and many questions in mind. I looked back at the many papers on my desk, sighing. How many more applications just to own another product....? I set them aside, putting my black trench coat on. "Nathan, I'm going somewhere. Fill out the rest of the applications for me. See anything suspicious on them, stop and take care of the Manour." I informed, walking out the door. He nodded, no idea of my intentions.
After the long walk from there to the London streets, I felt the cold winter breeze run down my spine walking in the snow, or was that fear? I turned left into an alleyway, taking my knife out. I took the scarf off my arm and made a small cut. I put the scarf back, then took the eyepatch off my eye. I noticed it glowing, so I made a small cut through the scar on my eye. It stopped, making me put the eyepatch back on. Putting the knife back in my pocket, I left the alleyway, heading to the shops.
"Vic! Wait up!" I heard a male voice call. I turned to see my old friend Jason running up to me. His brown hair was bouncing in his face and hiding his emrald eyes, making him look child like. "J-Jason! I haven't seen you in a while!" I greeted. His butler walked up behind him, his black straight hair and blood red eyes making him appear demonic. "Where's Nathan?" Jason asked.
"I asked him to stay at the Manor; you know how sentimental he gets around the holidays." I sighed, a memory crossing my mind. "Eh, there's worse. Where ya heading to?" He asked. "Just going to the shops looking, I guess." I shrugged.
"Hey, I was thinking the same thing!" He shouted, starting to run. I laughed, chasing after him. "Wait up! You know how hard it is to run in snow!" I laughed, nearly catching up to him. He stopped, catching his breath.
"I forgot you aren't much of a runner." I teased, nudging him. He had a conserned look on his face. "Where's Edmund?" He breathed. "Who?" I asked, unsure what he was asking. "My butler..." He replied. We both looked around, seeing no sight of him. I turned to see him right behind me holding a rag. I took the rag from his hands and sniffed it. "Cloriphorm... What a are you doing with that around?" I asked suspiciously. Jason sighed, looking up at Nathan. "You know not to harm my friends, I've warned you many times!" He snapped. I finally realized then why he looked so demonic; he is a demon.
"You did what I think you did, didn't you?" I asked. His eyes widened and he looked down, seeming sad. I remembered that I basically did the same thing, and put a hand on his sholder. "Sorry, I just...  Didn't expect you to do something like that. Anyway, let's go contenue looking around!" I reminded, getting up and brushing the show off my black dress. "Ok! Let's be careful though, I heard there's a murder recently nearby." He warned. I nodded, remembering similar surroundings a couple nights ago. "Jason, I thought they cought him..." I asked, looking consirned. "He died too; it's like they're trying to get something important... But what?" He puzzled, getting up.
For a second my paranoia got the best of me, but I threw the thought away. I had no idea that it was an advantage.