The Demons Assassin (Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji Fanfic)

Ch 1- The Killing

The sky is dark and silent. The stars are bright, but with no moon out, it does nothing to help light the streets of Russia.

The air is cold and chilling to the bone. Thick coats and clothes are needed in this northern part of the world. 

Two lone figures walk down the icy, dark roads. Their breath is visible but their forms are dark and barely visible.

They hear voices around the corner and turn into an alleyway, disappearing in the darkness.

Three men walk up the street the two other figures had been walking down.

They are clearly drunk by the way their words slur and they stumble along.

"London Bridge is falling down... falling down.... falling down...." the three of them sang terribly off key as they leaned on each for support. They nearly tripped over their own feet as they passed the dark alleyway.

"Oh, boys. Mind swinging your voices my way?" a very Russian, yet sweet voice called out.

The three men turned toward the voice and their jaws nearly dropped to the floor.

The woman was just barely in the light of the street lamps, but you could see her beauty, nonetheless.

She had silvery hair that shinned like the moon, fell to the middle of her back, and was wavy in just the right way. Her face was perfectly angled but round enough so it wasn't so prominent, her cheekbones were placed high on her face but not sharp on her skin. Her skin was pearly pale. She was tall and curvy in just the right places. Her legs were long as she stuck one out from underneath her black overcoat, revealing her knee high boots. Her slender black gloved finger twirled a piece of her long hair as her rose petal lips gave them a seductive smile.

However, what really got them, was her eyes. They were a pool of moonlight shimmering in the night sky. So full of mischief, delight, and alure it was near to impossible to look away.

"My fair lady," the three men sang simultaneously, their eyes wide with surprise.

"Which one of you wants a taste?" she asked as she unbuttoned the top button of her coat, revealing the cleavage of her ample breasts.

All three of them raised their hands.

"Hmmmmm...." she hummed as she wiggled her finger in the air, waving it between the three of them. They kept trying to jump in front of her finger. "You." She pointed at the man in the middle.

"Yes!" he exclaimed as he pumped his fist. His two friends grunted in disappointment.

She wagged her finger in her direction as she turned and went into the alley.

He stumbled behind her as he tried to fix his disheveled hair and wrinkled clothes.

The alleyway lead to a dead end.

She turned, grabbed the front of his shirt, and slammed him against the brick wall. He looked taken back for a moment before she started kissing his neck and pressed her body to his.

He groaned in pleasure as she pressed in harder and harder.

She stopped kissing his neck and pushed his head down to hers. She then watched as his two friends sulked away.

"So, what brings you to this part of Russia?" she asked as he continually kissed her soft skin.

"Just a little business," he breathed quickly. "Nothing special."

"Oh, really?" she giggled. "The kind of business that makes people want to hire an assassin to come after you?"

"What-," he asked as he looked up at her.

Suddenly, a thick arrow grazed past the mans arm. He howled in pain as he covered his now ripped shirt and bleeding arm, stumbling away from the girl he was previously locking lips with.

He looked up at the rooftop overhead and saw a lone figure standing overhead.

He was tall, like the girl, but not quite as. He had dark blonde hair, a face angled like hers, sapphire crystal green eyes, and his trench coat flowed freely in the wind. In his fingerless gloved hands was a crossbow, which his was currently re-arming.

"You know, sister, I always thought you had bad taste in men, but this is an all time low for you," the man on the rooftop said as he cocked the weapon in his hands. He also had a Russian accent, but his was much thicker than his sisters.

"Oh, haha. You are one to talk, Mister Hot Shot. Always bringing your whores into the bedroom during all hours of the night," she mocked as she laughed at him.

"What the Hell is going on?!?" the man asked as he stumbled away from the girl. His once drunken brain was now clearing up.

"Oh, look out that face," the man mocked before jumping down from the rooftop and landing beside his sister. They were both blocking the mans only escape.

"Why-? What-?" the man stammered as he backed away and his back hit the wall.

"They are so cute at this stage," the woman said as she put a hand to her chest. She unbuttoned the rest of her coat, revealing her mid thigh black dress that wrapped around her neck and had a thick belt under her chest that seemed to push up her chest further. She reached behind her back and pulled out a large, thick blade from behind her back and flicked it down, the metal extending down and creating a long stick and handle aside from the one she was holding. It now made a long red and silver battle axe that glistened in the moonlight. "What you say to making him even cuter?"

The two siblings stalked toward the now cowering man as their shawdows overlapped him.

"No. No, no, no. No-- Pleeeeeaaaaaase!" he screamed, the howls running into the night.

Some time later, the brother and sister duo walked out of the alleyway, their weapons over their shoulders and their coats rebuttoned as they walked along.

"Wonderful night, is it not, brother?" the woman asked as they stopped and looked at the moon.

"Yes. Yes, it is, sister," the man smiled.

As they walked away, they didn't notice the entirely cade in black figures standing atop the tip of the flagpoles across from the alleyway.