Alright I'll Get Straight To The Point…
I DO NOT OWN BLACK BUTLER.
ONLY THE ONE OC!
AS FOR THE REST OF THE EXPLANATION OF THIS FANFIC! I'LL TELL IT ON THE FIRST CHAPTER!
Intro
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The Ladies' Welcome
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Selena and Reilla Vii Brittania Salem were both known in England for their deep connections of companies around the region of Britain's ribcage of macabre balls and murder spree. The cover up story was that they both had control over their variety of cases to handle around the globe.
Both have featured themselves to Switzerland, America, France, Germany, Spain, Italy, Australia, Asia, and especially Romania.
There had been a case in France where a serial killer had been sweeping the streets of Bordeaux, Avignon, Camembert, and finally Paris…
He was known for his interest in fine woman with long legs, rich red wine (known for the bottles he always left at the scene of the crime where the corpses were found), and art.
Fifteen victims were caught in the heinous crime and all were portrayed with what the murderer thought was a "marvelous portrait of art's wrath and lust".
The sixth victim, known as Celésta De Lamarliere, was seen inside the wine cellar of an old bar known for its wine. She was sitting down with her back leaning against a chair in a black slim cocktail dress.
However, the torso of the dress was split in half, along with the torso itself!
Celésta's intestines were spilling out of her belly and bloodying up the floor below her.
The police also found that her eyes had been gouged out and hidden inside her mouth and were baffled at who could possibly be the lead to this harebrained handwork.
But just like all the other grotesque corpses found at the scene, there was also an art easel found at the crime facing the person portrayed.
The portraits had no signs of mutilated body parts or severed intestines but of the actual ladies as they had been before the murder!
Selena and Reilla heard of the news that had reached them when they had finished cracking the "Macabro I Sette Soldati" or the "Macabre Of The Seven Solders". They arrived at the scene just before the fourteenth murder had occurred.
Most officials didn't like the idea that two young women were doing the police enforcement's work instead of minding their own businesses.
Especially since both of them are seventeen years of age!
Reilla was the "younger" sister that had been attached to Selena since the very day she had been born. She insisted that she was called "Rei" not Reilla, because she disliked formalities. She wasn't immature. Reilla knew that being a lady wasn't difficult because she had her ways of showing what kind of persona she had inside her.
She could make anyone laugh no matter how old or how difficult of a person she had to compete with.
Selena mostly called her Rei more than anyone in the family did before their parents passed away. She stood up for her each time someone tried to shove her down and whether it be noble or a simple gypsy in Romania, she would always kick their… asses… back to where they came from.
Of course Selena was the oldest by a second, and proved to be very responsible whether it was dealing with family disputes or murders going around the region of Europe.
Both girls were known as Siamese twins in a way for their long strands of onyx black hair that reached down to the small of their backs. Reilla had crystal like orbs of eyes that were practically white shards piercing into the iris. Selena's eyes were more contrasted with the deep crimson of red wine that seemed frozen from the orbs of her own eye color. Both, (of course) wore black everyday. Whether it was a sock, a shoe, a headband, a dress, they wore something black each day.
As for their intelligence and talent rank, they both had a twisted way of thinking.
Some might call them as mad as hatters but others call them simple geniuses!
Selena had observed the art before and pointed out something's that the cops would have never thought about.
She said that the murderer had used watercolors for blonde victims and oil paints for brunettes.
"If it was me in the same situation, I would've done the same thing. Brunettes are more serious and define a cutting edge to every sketch they're made into while blondes are more swaying and as flowing as mermaids in a shallow beach." She said to herself one day as they were observing the scene itself.
"What does this have to do with anything? We should be looking for fingerprints! Not looking over what kind of sadistic thoughts he might be thinking of while he was sketching them as if they were prostitutes!" One of the chief's scoffed.
She smirked to herself and shook her head slightly.
"Of course he'd be picking those types of paints because he wants to continue his pattern. Noel Vii Antonito was the first victim and she was a brunette. The next victim, known as Adéle Raquel, was a blonde. After that was a brunette and two days after was a blonde. This man is picking girls by their beauty, but also by their hair color."
The chief thought to himself and then shook his head.
"That would mean the next victim is a blon—"
"Wrong! The next victim is most likely a brunette."
"HOW! Didn't you just say—!"
"I did, but you didn't pay attention either. Blonde, brunette, blonde, brunette, blonde, brunette, brunette, blonde, brunette, blond—" She kept chanting and stopped finally with a smile.
"Brunette"
"So he picks brunettes more often than blondes?"
"It's because he enjoys oil colors more than water colors."
"How do you know this?"
"In a display of art, you want your portraits to look professional, not so weak and light with water colors. He could do blondes with oil colors but it wouldn't look as nice as it would with it being watercolors."
"But even if we track down the whole country of France of brunettes, we still wouldn't be able to track down him as much!"
"That's where you're wrong, my friend."
Rei suddenly came into the picture with a pencil sitting against the fold of her ear as she came by with a leather notebook in her arms and coughing to apologize for her interruption.
"Ahem. There are many art utensil shops in France are there not?"
"Yes but—"
"And we have plenty of men that can be scattered around these shops, do we not?"
"Of course! However—"
"Then I don't see what the problem is." She pouted slightly.
"Then it'd done. Send some of your men over first thing in the morning tomorrow. If they're even a second late, then we'll be lost over a simple mistake."
"BUT HOW DO YOU KNOW HE'LL BE SEARCHING FOR PAINTS TOMORROW! HE COULD'VE SAVED SOME EASILY BY—"
"Chief commander…" Selena spoke in a deep irritated voice. "How many paints do you took to draw this portrait of art…"
She felt the painting before her very hand, pressing her fingers against such texture.
"How would I know! It probably took about six maybe ten pa—"
"That's where you're wrong once again! If ten tubes of oil paints painted this beautiful portrait, not even half of this blank white board would be finished. And I know he wouldn't be able to bring a large can of paint without someone suspecting him in the bar."
"That true I suppose… If you are correct on such an estimation of a guess, what are you looking for in return?"
"You mean a reward?" Rei asked him, rubbing her eyes slightly.
"Yes… A reward for your service."
Selena smiled her well-known Cheshire cat grin and replied earnestly, "In return, I ask that you give us all the marvelous portraits of the women sketched by the murderer."
The chief approved of the deal.
On the morning of August 5th, the well-known serial killer was caught, brought into the federal territory of law enforcement and was interrogated by Selena, herself. He admitted his crime and even told of his first victim being his own wife…
His name was known as Franz Florzen, known as an ideal artist back before the murders even happened. His works of art were mostly flowers or floral art, but something changed his mind about his genre of creation and he decided to move on to the blossom of women that he'd seen in the streets of Paris.
The artist's wife didn't approve of his ideal aspects and how he portrayed his models nude. They fought about the situation at hand and finally he killed her with one stab to the back when she was about to leave him for good.
He painted her the way he thought she would like to be painted. With dignity.
The whole time he was devoted in his work and he wanted to do more and more for publicity, whether it was good or bad. He no longer knew the difference from wrong and right.
Another thing Selena noticed was that the water he used for his watercolor paintings had been next to a glass of wine that could easily be mistaken for his cup of water. The wine that she observed had been mixed with paint…
He must have dipped his brush of watercolors inside the wine itself and before it was too late he had fallen ill and later on, insane.
The painter was happy, of course, to know that Selena and Reilla were keeping the paintings to themselves, not letting the public burn them in memory of the women who had died under his hand. He laughed for the first time knowing that it'd be the last most cherished of his work finished that would never wilt away like the flowers he had painted before…