A/N: Hey anyone who read the first part/second part, there is a name mistake in Jizabel's/Jezebel's name. I'm going back to change it around in part one/two. So relax if you're confused ) It'll be fixed. There's a reason to why it wasn't fixed sooner; once I realized the mistake I was almost halfway through the first part and couldn't go back to fix it because I had deleted the documents. Then working on part two I completely forgot 0.0 Sorry about that.

But rest assured, it's going to be fixed! (soon I hope; eh hehe )

True Misery Part Three: Ghosts

Chapter One

Jizabel held Cain in his lap as they sat in the red velvet chair in the corner. He held his hands gently stroking the pale skin with his thumbs.

"What time is it?" Cain asked, breaking the silence, turning his head a little to look at him.

"Around noon, eleven thirty, why?" Jizabel stared at him, confused on why he'd asked. It was a simple question, but it just surprise him, as it was asked so suddenly. When he offered no answer, Jizabel lifted his hands to his lips kidding the backs gently. "Why did you want to know? What's wrong?"

Cain shook his head, taking his hands back and laying them on his lap."It was something to ask...the silence is uncomfortable..."

"Is that all?" Jizabel wondered, amused.

"Well..." the brunette stared at a somewhat interesting patch of black and white on the floor.

"Come on, tell me what's wrong..." Jizabel coaxed, rubbing the younger boy's side with a gentle hand.

"Father knows...but what will happen if anyone else finds out?"

The elder knew exactly what he was talking about, no need for him to say exactly. He sighed, offering no answer. The thought of it scared him and he didn't feel like revealing that to someone seven years younger than him, let alone his sibling and lover. It seemed brutal.

"I'd rather not get into it," he replied truthfully. However, his voice had cracked a little, and he was sure that Cain had heard it.

"I told you, you have to tell me now." the younger pressed the issue, wanting an answer.

"Please don't get started. I can't tell you, and I won't."

Cain glared at nothing in particular, opening his mouth to speak. However, he said nothing at all. No words formed.

"Now what's wrong?" Jizabel asked.

There was a low, throaty sound from the smaller of the two before he forced his way from Jizabel's embrace, startling the older man. He went over and stood in the corner at the far end of the room, his arms crossed over his chest and staring with narrowed eyes at the wall.

"Why is it whenever you want to know something I tell you, but when I want to know something you won't tell me anything until long after?" Cain didn't turn around to look at him as he spoke. He was too angry with him.

Jizabel sighed before standing up as well, but not going over to the teenager. "...I have my reasons."

"And I don't have any reasons to keep things from you? Is that it?" Cain snorted and gave a fake laugh. "Well, that's just perfect, Jizabel."

"Look, I just can't tell you, alright?" the older man said, a little irritated. "If your questions were about something else, sure I'd tell you, but I can't on this subject. It's hard to explain anyway, so I'd just rather not get into it." he was purposely keeping his voice calm Well, as calm as he could manage.

It was so quiet after that, that Cain swore he could hear the soft padding of mouse feet on the hard tiled ground, two floors below them. Of course, that was just a silly thought, and he blocked it from his mind. He shook his head, answering Jizabel's first question, 'alright.' No, he wasn't going to stand for that. He wanted an answer to his question; the question that had been bothering him since his father found out about he and Jizabel's relationship.

"You are unbelievable." he thought for a second. "And not in the good way."

"Why do you keep pressing this. It's not like it's enjoyable keeping things from you!" Jizabel retorted.

"Then why are you?" Cain turned more towards the corner, his eyes on the tiled floor. He could feel them burning the corners. He held back the hot tears with a loud cough and quick blink. When he heard no answer, he remained silent, even though it was uncomfortable. His body began quivering as the tears started to pour down his face. He didn't hear Jizabel come up behind him, and didn't notice his presence until he felt warm breath on the back of his neck.

"Don't cry..." Jizabel whispered, wrapping his arms around the teenagers waist. He held him close, not wanting to let him go.

"Please tell me! For once, just give me a straight answer!" Jizabel's words only made more tears gather in Cain's eyes, and his shaking voice didn't do much for his emotions, especially not as he screamed. He made attempts to move from Jizabel's warm grasp, but this time the older wouldn't let go of him.

Jizabel spun Cain around to meet his gaze, then wiped the tears away, though the ones that had already dried stuck to the pale face like glue. The teenager struggled, not wanting to see him unless he got his answer. He was sick of getting questions as replies to his own, Jizabel knew, because he himself was tired of his questioning responses.

Cain punched at the older man's chest, trying to free himself of the strong arms. Jizabel only held his wrists in one hand before pushing him back into the wall.

"Relax," was the one word that he heard before his cries were silenced with another mouth on his own. At once, his arms stilled, as did his entire body, and he was released. The dried tears were tickling his cheeks, but the itchy feeling was replaced by more of the hot liquid streaming from his eyes and resting at his chin.

Jizabel pressed deeper into the young boy's mouth, pushing their tongues together briefly before pulling back. "I'm sorry...I don't want to scare you. That's why I can't tell you."

"...Jizabel...I'm already scared..." Cain whispered honestly. He blocked down the rocky feeling in his throat, watching as Jizabel kissed his temple gently, whispering back.

"Me, too..."

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Dear Alice,

It's not really the same here without you, I miss you & Nathan both so much. It feels like I've been here for an eternity; I know, it's only been about a month. There's just so much going on that I could tell you, but won't because I won't be able to fit it on the single sheet of paper I'm currently writing on. But I do miss you. I hope you & Nathan are doing well, and that nothing bad has happened in my absence. I wonder if I will be allowed to visit you guys soon. There's a possibility, but I can't say for sure.

Miss you & wish you were here.

-Riff

P.S. I sent about half my paycheck, I really hope it's enough to pay for the missed rent.

Riff had sent that two days after the bathroom incident. He mentioned nothing of what had gone on between he and the master, less the mail in the Hargreaves household was being monitored. He was becoming worried though; the bathroom incident was so long ago, and still there was no reply. Of course, sending mail was going to take about a week- going from city to city- but this was going to a few blocks away.

"Sir Riff...not that it's any of my...business, but... you seem...absentminded...is anything wrong?" one of the maids came up behind him, watching as he poured hot tea into the fine China ware on the silver tray he was to bring to the garden for Alexis.

"No...why do you think that Marie?" he replied.

"Well...uhm...the tea is...uhm...over pouring..." the redhead said nervously, her voice trailing off at the last word so that it was barely a whisper.

"Damn!" Riff immediately stopped tilting the teapot and grabbed and towel from the inside of one of the drawers at his side. He wiped up the hot liquid sighing. "I'll have to make another pot...Thank you." He sighed as he began to clean up the sticky China ware, his hands running skillfully through the soft curves beneath the towel. He felt his stomach lurch when he looked into a large standing cupboard with glass doors and saw the reflection of Alexis standing talking to another of the maids. He stared at the reflection, and soon enough the face turned and smirked at him.

He almost dropped the fine glass, but regained his composure in time to stop it from slipping. He shook his head, his face turning a bright crimson.

He hadn't noticed Marie looking at him, concerned. "Sir Riff? Are you alright?" she asked nervously.

"I...I'm fine...thank you..."

Marie was about to leave, giving him one final look before bowing to Alexis and exiting the opposite way. Of course she'd seen him, he was the master, after all.

Riff continued to clean the China ware, then turned to the stove, where he placed the once half empty teapot on it, now filled with water. He added the powdery brown substance to the water and closed the lid of the pot, waiting until he heard a whistle to tell him it was heated as far as it needed to be. However, that moment wouldn't come for a few more minutes.

He rested his hands on the edge of the table, leaning forward and taking slow, deep breaths. His eyes became wide when he heard footsteps nearing him, but he did not need to turn around to know who it was.

"I didn't know you were a swearer, Riff," Alexis chuckled, placing a hand on Riff's and the other down his back, pressing against the warm flesh at his mercy. He felt Riff shiver, making an attempt at shying away. "I think it's hot." he laughed a bit louder before pressing his hand under the hem of the shaking man's dress pants, playing with the cotton hidden underneath.

"Ah- L-lord Alexis, I beg of you, please don't..." Riff closed his eyes against the shudder that passed through him when Alexis' hand retreated, only to move between his legs and put pressure on the flesh there. He made the mistake of giving in to a loud groan, shivering once more at his Master's touch, causing the older man to rock his hand against his entrance.

"N-no..." Riff leaned hard against the counter, his legs threatening to give in under the pressure. His face felt so warm that had his eyes not been open he would have thought himself to be burning. Suddenly Alexis gave a harsh push to his backside, making him moan and squirm in discomfort.

"Please...my Lord...stop..." he squinted, not wanting to make any more embarrassing noises. There was a long minute that Alexis took to rock his hand, pushing harshly and earning small, strangled sounds.

The teapot on the stove began to whistle under the heat, startling both men. Riff was relieved when Alexis released him and he was allowed to turn off the stove and re-pour the tea. His breath didn't slow, neither did the frantic beating of his heart. It was still doing flip flops in his chest, trying to comprehend what had just gone on, though his mind had known before anything had even happened.

However, when he set the pot down, Alexis was behind him again, whispering to him. "I still want your report tonight. And this time come straight to my room." There was a low chuckle before Alexis' pipe was placed back in his mouth, and he was walking away, leaving Riff red faced and shaking.

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"Jizabel...I'm really scared...if you won't tell me I know it must be something bad...something really horrible..." Cain stared at him with wide eyes. Jizabel cupped his face in his hands, kissing his forehead.

"...It is..." he whispered, finally giving in. He stroked Cain's cheek with his thumb, still holding him close. He gently patted down the brownish black locks on the young teenagers head, brushing through it with his fingers, allowing his fingertips to rub softly, barely touching, the scalp beneath. Cain shivered, his body rocking into near-sobs.

"Why is it...so different...now that Father knows..." he whispered as tears streamed down his face. He buried himself in Jizabel's shirt, holding tightly to him for support. He felt himself slipping to the floor, and tried to hold himself up, but Jizabel was allowing him to slip, but he was going with him, sliding onto the white and black tiles so that he lay on his back, holding the teen to his chest.

Cain sobbed against his chest, allowing all his pain and frustration to pour out of him. He gripped the white fabric of Jizabel's ruffled shirt, wrinkling it, knowing that if Jizabel cared about such things he would have been pushed away instead of held in the warm embrace. It was about a half an hour before Cain finally calmed down enough for Jizabel to speak clearly to him.

"I wish I could tell you what's going to happen, but-" he took a long look at Cain "-fate can be changed. We just won't let anyone else find out, alright?"

Cain nodded, closing his eyes against the warm chest, breathing deeply as he rubbed his red, puffy eyes, stained with dried tears. When he moved his hand and looked down at Jizabel's shirt, it was damp with his tears.

"...Look what I did to your shirt..." he whispered, tracing along the edges of the wet patches of fabric with his fingertips. Jizabel brought his hand up to kiss the back, holding it to his face directly after.

"It doesn't matter, okay? Don't worry about that-" Jizabel began to sit up, forcing Cain to move as well, so that he was on his knees with his hands resting on his chest. "-It's nothing to worry about. It's a shirt, Cain."

Cain gave a small laugh before leaning against Jizabel's body, burying himself in the extreme warmth he found there. He sighed, giving over to the part of him that begged for sleep. "I'm tired. Will you lay down with me?" he asked, his voice barely audible through a yawn.

Jizabel smiled, picking him up and forcing himself to stand with the young boy in his arms. "Of course. There's nothing I'd rather do right now." He took Cain to the bed, where, holding him up with one hand and turning the blankets back with the other, he lay him down. Then he went to the dresser to pull out his nightshirt. "You can get dressed again when you wake up. I'll leave your clothes out, alright?"

Cain nodded, his eyes already closed. He hardly realized that Jizabel had began to strip him of his clothes, but he didn't mind. He lifted his body when necessary, lowering it again when he knew he should. He propped himself up on the pillows and lifted his arms, letting Jizabel pull the long, beige nightshirt over his arms and head. Had he not been so tired, he would have felt pathetic having his lover dress him and undress him, but he was exhausted and could hardly move himself.

"Jizabel...I thought you were going to lay down with me..." Cain whispered, reaching out for his hand. Jizabel grasped it, giving it a little squeeze before answering.

"I will, I have to look for something, I'll be back in a few minutes, I promise."

Cain nodded and turned over on his side, "I'll keep it warm for you."

Jizabel chuckled before releasing Cain's hand and leaving the room.

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"Hello, Riff, how are you today?" Jizabel walked up to him, a warm smile on his thin face. Riff turned to him, surprised.

"F-fine, Sir, a-and yours-self?" he stammered, not able to form correct sentences. He stared at the long haired man, trying not to break eye contact.

"Anything...ahh...strange...happen? Lately, I mean." Jizabel said, lowering his voice so that passing maids would not hear him. Riff understood what he meant and quickly shook his head.

"No, Sir," he lied. He was sure he was completely transparent, especially when he saw the smug smile cross Jizabel's face.

"You're a bad liar, you know that?"

Riff sighed, "I suppose I am, Sir." he frowned slightly, staring at two maids that walked by them, giving the two men strange looks.

"I need to tell you something." Jizabel grabbed his arm, giving the sleeve a light tug. "Follow me." he said, releasing him and walking off down the hallway. Riff followed, post-haste. He ended up following him into a room far off down the hallway, a room he did not recognize. When they were both secured inside, Jizabel turned to lock the door.

"First off," he stated, leaning against the door with his arms folded across his chest. "In exactly two weeks, Cain and I are leaving. You will be coming with us, despite what Father says. Father being 'Lord Alexis,' as you'd know him, I suppose."

"B-but, Sir, I don't mean to s...sound rude, but I really...can't...can't do that," Riff stared at him, "I...I really need to send money back to my family, Sir. I can't afford to leave now...I only just sent money to them a week or so ago..."

"You know, I can pay you. I'm not poor, as you can probably see," Jizabel rolled his eyes, "I do have my own place. I'm only here visiting Cain-" he swallowed thickly, "-As he is my brother." he added quickly.

"Y-yes, Sir. I apologize."

"And, as Alexis is my father, I have some right as to order you, though it's not my job, or my responsibility. So I'm telling you that you are coming with us."

Riff stayed silent for a moment; then sighed, "Yes, Sir." and watched as Jizabel gave him a smirk before leaving the room.

"Oh-" he stopped with his hand on the edge, "I would advise you not to go near Alexis by yourself. Ever."

"...But...Sir, I...have to give him reports...and he doesn't allow anyone else in the room..."

"Do I look like I care? Bring someone anyway." with that he left, leaving Riff almost as miserable as he felt when Alexis would sneak up behind him.

It wasn't like it was his fault that the older man had a sick way of fulfilling himself, and it wasn't even his fault that he seemed attracted to him in so many strange ways. He wondered if it was as coincidental getting a job with a prestigious family as he'd though in the beginning. Who was he kidding? Of course it wasn't coincidental. Not in the least. Somehow Alexis had known to look around for him, somehow he knew.

The way he did, Riff had no idea. It was almost one fifteen and he wished he had all of eternity to wait to give his...'report.' But he only had fifteen minutes. He bowed his head and left the room as well.

The hallway was empty.

The walk to the master's room wasn't nearly as dreadful as what he was almost one hundred precent positive would be happening in it. Each step was a blessing now. He passed a few maids, but they did not seem to notice him, and he paid no attention to them in turn.

His heart thudded in his chest, tight with fear. His stomach turned when he was a few meters away from the door that belonged to Alexis' room. He swallowed, hard, closing his eyes as he walked the final steps to impending doom. The door seemed to get closer, even with him walking as slowly as his body would allow.

He swallowed the lump in his throat as he placed his hand on the door knob, the other curled in a fist and ready to knock. The soft noise was lost in the sound of his own heartbeat.

"In." was all he heard before he turned the brass knob and pushed the door open, revealing nothing but a dark room.

Yes there is ALOT of RiffRape XDDD lol