K2(Black butler Fanfic)

Alone.

I walk in to the apartment nothing just complete nothing. My father is never home he is at work and I have to say it makes me worry why he is a work a holic. He is a doctor and after my mother died I am the one who does the female jobs of the house.

Click.

I walk in to the kitchen, the size is pretty decent, the spekled marble counter tops with the ebony cabents and the lights of beautiful siver are hanging down, I walk over to the gigantic black frige and get stuf out of it.

Father will be home any minute, gotta make dinner then do home work what else.

GACK.  

The Place its a wreck what do I do how do I do it.

-W-

I set the milk and the eggs down and walk in to the living room and gather up the dirty cothing that Father tossed and i go to the wash room and turn the washer on. I look at the blood stained clothing. Gosh he should clean this hisself . I notice a girl clothing.

Oh god, I toss everything into the wash and slam it shut and go back to the kitchen and make dinner.

15 minutes later.

"Come...."

The door slams open and they fall to the ground. "You Stupid people did you know the term 'One at a time' don't you fuckers get!"

They Sit up and rub their heads. "Sorry Sorry Ana."

The one to react first is my close firend, Ranger Durless, he stand close to me. "Belle my love..."

"I am not your love if you point back are blood lines we are a reilated.' I give him a iced look and he smiles. The Milfords and Durless have been around as long as my last name, around the great storm of 1900 and the Great Depression it seems like the Milfords have died off and Durless has became the new line, after my Great Great(okay Ultra great) Grandfather Ciel called the wedding off they whent there own ways and relitives now became stranges in the great world of unknow.

He is taller then me about six foot, blonde hair green eyes and he tries to impress me in the most strange ways. The one next to him is Francine she doesn't say much but when needed she always sticks up for her place and fisticuffs will tell you other wise, she is a small thing mostly quite and seem innocent, short and short spiked hair that auburn and the freckles across the nose of her face.

"Anabelle."

I look at the door. "Auntie, welcome ho..."

I look at the door the wind just creeped me,I get up and walk to the kitchen. But it was to late.

BOOOM!

"Mother of living shit what just blew the flying fuck up!"

My body is crusted in dirt, more like food. "Game!"

She looks at me and I stomp off to my room. Goddamn it freaken' morons they always want to ruin at least one thing or the other with me.

I open the door to my room, I leave it open by a crack and I notice the view of the sunset of the Atlantic Ocean my once white room is now turning to the orange-red colour that it is, and the wall posters and photos I have. I notice the picture of me and my parents. I was ten when I last saw my mother.

-flash back.-

Mommy is it a boy or a girl?

I am hoping its a little girl why so my little princess can have a sister.

A smile goes across my face.

Kirsta she has been a only child for ten long years why do you want a girl?