Sold to the Archbishop of Hell (Black Buter/Kuroshitsuji Fanfic)

Ch 2- Going Once... Twice.....

*In case this hadn't been figured out last chapter, Marliegha's parents look like Ciel's.*

Victor placed the gun near Rosalie's hand. He wanted to make it look like suicide. He began to leave.

Marliegha walked forward quietly, picked up the gun, and aimed it at Victor. She cocked the gun.

Victor turned quickly, his eyes wide when he saw the gun in her small hands.

"See you in Hell," she said as she pulled the trigger.

There was a deafening bang as the bullet flew through the chamber, out the barrel, and into Victors heart. He fell to the floor, dead.

She stared at him for a moment before she turned to her mother. Her brows knitted together in sadness as she leaned down and shut her mothers eyelids.

She then walked over to the place in floor where the boards were loose and pulled them up. She carefully picked up the envelope still filled with cash and hid it in one of her pockets before replacing the floor boards.

She heard someone walking toward the door outside and quickly hid before they could see her.

"Rosalie and Victor Hugo," a stern voice said after the person entered the cottage. She peeked around the sofa at him.

He was a tall man with sleeked back black hair, yellow green eyes, squared rimmed glasses, a black and white suite, black gloves, and a handsome face. In his gloved hands was a thick black book held up to eye level and under his arm was a long hedge clipper looking object.

"Both born September 15, 1900. Died August 2, 1937. Special remarks, none," he continued, taking out a stamp and placing it against two of the pages.

He then took the hedge clippers from under his arm and suddenly thrust it into Victor.

A long stream of what looked like old movie reels flowed from his chest. She watched as his life played out before her and came to his ending, the last thing he saw being Marliegha holding the gun and shooting him.

The reels disappeared into the mans strange hedge clippers, as did a glowing black ball that originated from his chest.

"William-senpai! What's taking so long?" a whinny voice called.

Another man dressed in the same clothes as the first man came into the cottage. However, he had; blonde hair on the top and black underneath, bigger glasses that covered nearly half his face, and the same yellow-green eyes that the first man had.

"Calm down. I'm almost finished," the first man said as he walked over to where her mother was laying, repeating the process with her. However, a more white ball of light come from her mother.

She gasped when he thrust the clippers into her chest, quickly covering her mouth afterwards.

The two men looked around, trying to find the source, when their eyes fell on Darla and Chastity.

Their once innocent eyes were now stained with the image of their mother laying on the floor, dead and getting colder by the hour.

"What do we do about them?" the man with the blonde and black hair asked.

"Nothing," the stoic man said. "They're not our problem."

Marliegha narrowed carribean blue eyes at the men. They were children, not common strays.

The two men left the cottage without another word.

Marliegha came out from behind the couch and stood in the middle of the room. She stared at nothing before looking at her now crying sisters.