Authors note: Thanks for clicking and attempting to read! I really do enjoy this story but that may be for my own personal sadistic pleasure. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it too. If it's not too much trouble maybe you can review? Or not, that's cool too. Anyway, do the usual. The second chapter is currently being written while I still have time so it should be posted sometime soon.

Chapter one

"Good afternoon." The blond relator schooled her face into happy blank as her eyes racked over the blond and red head that stepped out of the car. She couldn't tell right off which one it was that she spoke to on the phone but it didn't really matter. The blond one stood several inches taller than her, all heavy boots and leather. His blond hair was pinned back uncovering a grotesque scar that made her cringe inwardly. She had to suck it up. If she sold this God forsaken house she would certainly win Realtor of the Month. She had been itching for that prize since she joined the company five years ago. She'd come close three times but this year it would be all hers and all she had to do was sell it. The other man stepped out of the car, his red hair falling heavily over his face. He reminded her of her family's sheep dog from when she was a child but she spared him a smile anyway. Every little thing counted.

The blond spoke first, "Afternoon. I'm the one that spoke to you on the phone. This is my roommate, Matt." He gestured over to the red head that held a gloved hand up in greeting. He didn't waste any time slamming the door behind him leaving a scowl on the other man's face. It must have been his car. "So this is the house that we spoke about on the phone? Show us around, Lisa, right?"

She nodded. "That's me, Lisa Aubry, the best relator in the area." She winked but his expression didn't change any. She cleared her throat, "Oh well, anyway, this is called the Vandorian house. It was built in the early 1800's and has a very rich history." She stumbled off from that instantly, rich in this case meant violent and colorful. "The original owner built it for his wife after they were married. There are five bedrooms, three and a half baths along with two large living room areas. The den can be converted into another bedroom if you would like that. There's a basement, an attic, and a chapel out back with the garden." She watched the blond's eyes widen, hooked. She smiled inwardly. "Shall I show you?"

He nodded slowly glancing at the red head that hadn't moved an inch since getting out of the car. She knew that look well enough. He felt something weird was going on here. The best she could do right now was show them around and hope to offer them a deal they couldn't refuse. She walked forward up the winding path towards the stairs that led to the beautifully crafted front door. Ivy crept up the walls and dangled over the edges of the wrap around porch.

Mello grinned, "It's beautiful, right Matt?" He questioned glancing back at the red head that was still looking around like something was going to pop out at him. "It's big enough for us to have bedrooms and offices." He watched as the relator unlocked the door.

Matt gave the other an incredulous look. He wasn't stupid; Mello was only interested in this place because it had a damn chapel. It was already a done deal. Mello wanted this house; this whole look around thing was strictly for formalities. He couldn't shake the feeling that something freaky was going on here. He could have brought it up to the blond but he would have only said that he was overreacting. He wasn't, he just somehow knew that he wasn't.

The entrance hallway was freezing even more than it was outside. Autumn had come heavily this year and they had already had several inches of snow leading Mello to declare that their apartment wasn't "cutting it" any longer. Matt wasn't sure what that was supposed to mean anyway. Their apartment was warm, homey, warm…did he mention warm? He should have known it was because Mello currently had the wealth to move them to a bigger place. Not to mention that their wee apartment didn't have nearly enough furniture to occupy one fourth of the space in this place. Mello would get to do some serious redecorating and it would all be in his taste. That idea froze Matt worse than the damn hallway.

Halfway down the hallway a door opened up into the first living room. It was a large room with vaulted ceilings and over looked the driveway and porch. Mello was already at the window thinking about what he could do with this room. Matt just stood awkwardly to the side with his hands in his pockets waiting for the best time to excuse himself for a cigarette. The first living room led to another door that opened up to another hallway that held the stairs to travel up and further down the kitchen, second living room, opening to the basement and door to the back yard. The second floor held two decently large bedrooms and two of the bathrooms. The third floor held the largest bedroom that opened into a vast bathroom with two sinks, garden bath and separate shower. The floor to ceiling windows overlooked the chapel out back.

Lisa stood at the door giving the two of them space as they spoke. "I want it." Mello said simply giving the red head a smile. "Don't you? It's old, it's beautiful and not to mention all the space. We're far out and no one would be able to just walk into here. It's going to take some fixing to feel comfortable, cameras and motion sensors but dammit I want it Matt."

Matt frowned, "It's okay I guess." His eyes traveled everywhere around the room but Mello's face. "If you want it we'll get it."

Mello deflated slightly, "You don't like it do you Matty? How can you not like this place? Or you want to stay cramped into that tiny apartment where we're constantly running over each other?" Matt shrugged lightly watching the other in the corner of his eye. "Do you really want it?"

Matt nodded pressing a smile to his face, "Yeah Mello. I love it; I just don't want to go through moving in." He lied as the blond waved him off just like Matt knew he would.

The blond grinned, "I'm going to talk to Lisa, and you go get a cigarette or something." He headed off leaving the red head in the large bedroom alone. Great.

xXx

Matt closed his eyes lighting his third cigarette since he had come outside. This whole place had him on edge but he wasn't going to let that ruin Mello's mood. The blond would never get off his back if he whined enough that Mello let this house go. Once, when they were young Matt had told Mello that getting a shirt of his favourite team was stupid right before they won the championship. When Mello went back they were all sold out, he still mentioned it to this day.

His breath and the smoke from his cigarette couldn't be told apart which was how he liked it. The white washed porch curled around delicately to the back giving an easy way to walk around. He jumped when he saw the blond disappear around the corner. A smirk passed along his lips as he followed. Mello must have finished with all the small talk he was going on about.

"Mell?" He turned the corner to find it empty. A few leaves were scattered around but the blond was nowhere in sight. He scowled, "Mell it's too cold to be playing tag out here." He called turning the corner again only to find more of the empty patio. His eyes drifted over towards the chapel before taking a step. The door slammed before he could even get down the stairs. "What the hell Mell?" He called wading through the few inches of snow piled before pausing. Something was wrong.

Matt swallowed, there were no footprints in the snow. None. There was no way Mello could be in the chapel unless he turned into Superman and flew inside. He took a conscious step back bumping into someone. Against all formalities he released a squeak, spun and nearly died falling into the snow. Mello looked down at him shocked before a slow smile spread over his lips. "Problem?"

Matt opened his mouth before closing it. It was his imagination. It was all his imagination. There was no way he saw what he thought he did. Okay, that didn't make sense. He hadn't been having hallucinations. Maybe he didn't get enough sleep last night; he did stay up playing that new game. He paled significantly; he hoped that it was staying up all night.

"Everything's done." Mello reached out pulling Matt up roughly. "What's wrong with you? You look like you saw a unicorn shitting rainbows."

"Ghost. I look like I just saw a ghost." Matt whispered ignoring the look Mello gave him as he fiddled around for another cigarette. "So I have to live here now?"

Mello nodded, "I just told you it's done. Come on! Let's go check out my new chapel." He said grinning grabbing Matt by the hand.

"Fine, whatever. At least tell me when I became your roommate?" He wasn't going to tell the blond what he saw because he wasn't sure himself. It would only upset him and the last thing he wanted was to put a damper on Mello's kid in a candy store look. He hadn't seen him like this in months and with it being so close to his birthday if Mello wanted this he could bare.

Mello paused with his hand on the door, "Oh, did I say that?"

He nodded, "Yeah. You did."

Mello shrugged, "My bad."

xXx

"I can carry the damn boxes if you're going to bitch about it." Mello's blond hair could barely be seen above the three boxes he was holding. He was beyond irritated only because they had managed to get the only damn moving van with no heat. It had to have been seven degrees in the truck, couple that with Matt's chain smoking Mello was on a war path.

Matt turned heading up the stairs with his boxes instead of following Mello further into the house. He wasn't going to listen to Mello's bullshit with what he was certain he was going to have to put up with in this house. Nope, he was going to keep a distance and stay quiet until the blond started to experience shit too. The only good thing was that nothing had happened since he stepped foot in here today. They had been moving in for nearly two hours. Hopefully, it was a good sign.

Personally he just wanted to get in and bed down for a while. He hadn't been sleeping any since Mello bought this house. All his dreams led back to that damn chapel. Holy ground his ass. It always looked like Mello kneeling down in front of the wooden cross. Matt could walk up behind him about to reach forward and pat Mello on the back. Every time he stopped and looks up finding the Jesus attached to the cross crying tears of black blood. He reaches for Mello but the blond in gone and he's never too sure it was the blond to begin with. He turns heading out of the chapel but the door is gone.

Matt swallowed dropping the boxes on Mello's floor. The idea of the dream shook him to his core. The door is gone but the silence that had been the only soothing aspect of the dream is broken by the most horrible blood curdling scream. He clasps his hands over his ears, turning frantically to find the Jesus replaced with Mello sobbing tears of black blood. The figure is back kneeling on the floor mumbling quietly under its breath.

It stands and turns deliberately and then…

"Matt?" The red head jerked nearly tripping over the boxes that he had put on the floor. "What the hell are you doing?" He questioned. He still wore his usual leather even though they had transported his bike in the back of the moving truck. "If you have time to stand around you have time to finish taking shit out the truck so we can get it back before nightfall." He folded his arms looking around his bedroom. Even now the smile was forming on his lips. "Come on Matt."

The red head moved out of the reach of the others hands with ease. He didn't need to look back to figure out the look on the others face. Mello was directly behind him anyway breathing down his neck so he walked faster. "You seriously don't get anything weird about this place? I thought having a religion gave you like super powers against evil or something?"

Mello gave him an incredulous look. "We both know that if that was the case you would have become a Catholic ages ago so you could fly." He smirked but the red head just shrugged. "Oh wait, that's not you're style. You're more likely to want to enter videogames and play as a character." He frowned when the red head just continued outside as if he wasn't speaking. Matt had been weird these last few days but it didn't have much to do with him. He assumed it was because the other stayed up countless hours playing games and chatting with strangers online.

He had mentioned something about nightmares but Matt was just being whiny. He nodded and didn't pay attention when the other attempted to elaborate.

"What kind of house in the middle of nowhere has a damn chapel, Mello?" Matt was boxing up his games in the living room as the blond moved quietly throughout the kitchen barely listening. The red head continued, "I mean think about it. It was built forever ago, for all we know it could have been a slave home and converted later."

Mello chuckled, "Slavery wasn't as popular here as it was in America Matt." He began placing the china inside a box shaking his head. "I think it's all those games that have been giving you those nightmares. Maybe the house is a bit old but old houses are beautiful and filled with history. If it makes you feel better we can do some research on it but I don't think we're going to find anything dark and dreading. I promise, once you plug yourself in you won't even be able to notice anything going bump in the night."

Matt frowned, "But I'll be there by myself while you're away at work Mell. If anyone is going to hear something going bump it's going to be me."

"Then call me." Mello replied lightly. "Besides we'll have motion sensors and cameras all around. No one will be able to get in without us knowing, okay?"

"Okay." Matt whispered but it wasn't people that he was worried about. Living people at least. He was positive that he thought he saw Mello that day. That chapel gave him goose bumps and not the religious kind. He wasn't prone to hallucinations even if Mello thought he was. He knew what he saw and it hadn't been Mello playing around.

xXx

Mello frowned adjusting the camera for the third time, "How about now?" He questioned into the walkie talkie. "Matt, are you listening? If I fall off the fucking roof because you're not paying attention I'm going to kill you." He frowned at the static that returned. "Matt?"

The window in front of him opened red hair and goggles. "Reception is shit. Cellphones included. We're going to die out here, I can feel it." He watched the scowl settle over Mello's face. "Well, I'm just saying. The camera is fine for now. It'll have to be resettled if we have a storm or something. It sits in the path of wind." He moved out of the way as the blond walked over the roof and crawled in through the window.

"Reception my ass," He mumbled dropping heavily to the polished wooden floor of his own bedroom. "It worked just fine when we started two hours ago. What was the hold up?"

Matt shrugged, 'It died." He held it up clicking the switch on and off in front of the blond. He frowned when the red light turned on. "The fuck?"

Mello stood several inches above him in annoyance. "Does that look dead to you motherfucker?" He spoke into his own walkie talkie and it came out clearly into Matt's own. "I'm about to start unpacking get the fuck out." He gestured redundantly towards the door. If the red head wanted to play stupid ass games with him that was fine but he didn't have to stand there and take it. Matt opened his mouth to speak again but he gave him a dark look. The red head threw his hands up stomping out the room and disappearing down the stairs.

The blond watched him go with a mixture of annoyance and satisfaction that all he had to do was give Matt a look to get rid of him. He glanced around at the mounds of boxes he had to unpack still. He sighed, first things first he had to set up his bed so at least he could sleep tonight.

He billowed the blanket over the bed hearing something pop and tumbled outside his window. He frowned heading towards the window and glancing out. The camera he had spent ten minutes putting up was hanging loosely by one wire down the side of the house. "What the fuck…"

"Mell?" The walkie talkie blared from the other side of the room. The blond moved across the room to pick it up by crawling over his bed.

"Yeah?"

"All cameras outside are down. The perimeter is currently unsecured." He heard the sound of a cigarette being lit.

Mello rubbed his temples. "It's probably from your faulty ass wiring Matt. Go fix them, all of them. I mean it." He heard the other sigh. "This time I'll stay in the house and track your process. Grab a coat, it's going to get cold." He allowed the sneer into his voice. "I'm coming down."

"Kay." Was the soft response of the red head.

xXx

Matt didn't care about darkness but the idea of being outside when Mello had purposefully turned off the motion lights sent him into a feeling of distress. The blond was positive that Matt had turned off the talkie system but it had actually died. He couldn't explain how it was able to turn back on when he showed the other. He shook his head in distaste clicking the walkie button's side. It buzzed to life, "Well, I'm out here and I don't see anything wrong with the wires. It's just not working."

Mello's voice came back languid, "Bullshit, you're not looking hard enough. You've fixed the others so fix this one." His voice tightened. "Hurry up Matt, I really want to be in bed right now not worrying about a damn security system because you're retarded."

The red head frowned tinkering away, "Retarded? What's that Mello? You're running out of funny insults? It's okay though they have a class for that." He heard the other scoff and smiled. "How about now?"

"Nope." Mello sang sweetly. "Hurry up or I'll decide to lock you outside all night and you can be the camera."

Matt pushed his hair back, "That's cold even for you. I mean, Mell think about it. You set all these cameras on your own, how could they all have fallen and at the same time?" He questioned.

Mello sighed, "They're connected because you made them that way. If one goes out, they all go out. Fix the shit and come lock up so I can go to bed. Tomorrow I want to work on the chapel and you can set the house up and by set up I don't mean your videogames. The movers for the new furniture are coming and I need you to watch them."

Matt moved another cord, "Yeah, yeah." He mumbled lightly.

"That's it. It's back up, now come in and lock the doors."

The red head nodded turning to head back through the backdoor. He paused noticing the lights on in the Chapel across the backyard. He thought he saw a silver of a shadow before shaking his head and heading back into the house. He wasn't even. Not tonight. Not ever.