Hiya! Me again! I know you all want to murder me but I couldn't get this story out of my head! Gah! So read and, hopefully, enjoy! Its my first time writing a Predator yaoi fanfic. If anyone has any pointers please share!

Beep! Beep! Beep!

A pale hand descends from the thick, plaid comforter. Immediately, it crashes down on the shrilling alarm clock, successfully shutting it off.

Groaning, the owner of the hand reluctantly pushes back the comforter and sits up. Wavy, red-brown hair points in every direction as, not one, but two hands reach up to soft, tired blue eyes. A yawn escapes pulp, pink lips as the form of an eighteen year-old boy stretches fully.

The boy reaches to his night stand where the alarm clock resides and places thick, black rimmed glasses on his nose. He pulls the comforter off of his figure to reveal a frail, lean body. He wasn't tall nor short but exactly the right height. His silky hair curls cutely below his ears.

Silently, he shuffles to the small bathroom in the two bedroom, one bath apartment. Then he proceeds to begin his morning routine which consisted of;

First, brushing his teeth, washing his face, and taming his red-brown locks.

Second, throwing on his work clothes being a white button-down shirt, khakis, and a tie. Also gathering his laptop, files, cell phone, wallet, and keys.

Third, start breakfast.

And last, but not least, awaking his dear little sister.

The boy smiles softly as he watches his younger sibling sleep soundly. She looks much like him; in fact, they are twins. The only difference between them -besides their gender, age, and personality- there was one thing that was unmistaken ably different.

The boy approaches the small twin bed and shakes her from sleep.

"C'mon, Jess," he chides, watching as she started to stir, "time to get up. Breakfast is ready."

At that, one eye peaks open. Then two. Now two very gray misty eyes are looking up at him. Yes, that is the biggest difference between the twins.

One was blind. The other escaping lucky.

Jessica Monroe was born blind. While Andy Monroe was born dead. They are cursed siblings. Or that's what everyone called them. Everyone blamed them for the murder of their parents. Though they didn't really see the logic in how it could've been their fault because they weren't there when it happened.

They were -are- orphans. They did stay at an orphanage but were never adopted. So, when Andy reached the legal age of eighteen he took his sister and bought an apartment in Quantico, Virginia.

Now, to only add on to their "curse", they are also ingenious. Andy graduated high school at the ripe age of thirteen. He soon applied himself to become a doctor in college. However, for now he is just small town physician though he still is excelling in his college courses.

Jessica, only being twelve, is just starting her Junior year in high school. Unlike her quiet, shy brother, she is more outgoing and sometimes way to friendly for Andy's comfort. Her blindness doesn't effect her as much as other people would believe. Instead, she can read a complete stranger like an open book.

Back to the present, Jessica reaches out her hands to her brother and he takes them into his own. He lifts her up onto her feet and walks her to the small kitchen where pancakes and eggs are awaiting. Andy sits her down and places a fork in her right hand then takes a seat across from her.

"Amen, dig in." Jessica says before practically shoving the food into her mouth. Andy chuckles softly and he, too, begins eating.

As Andy is clearing the dishes away Jessica speaks, "What time will you be home today?"

Andy sighs quietly and turns to her. "Around five, most likely."

Jessica pouts a little and crosses her arms around her chest, "You're never home anymore, An."

Andy smiles fondly at the nickname. Jessica suddenly shivers and Andy's smile is gone. "What's wrong, sis?"

"Something's going to happen today, I just feel it." She looks up at her brother and silently begs, "Please, try to be home sooner. Before night comes. I don't have any classes so you don't have to take the extra time to pick me up like usual."

Andy sighs again and takes her delicate hand into his own. "If it real means that much to you." he begins softly, "then I'll be home as soon as I can." He then kisses her forehead and gathers his belongings. Walking toward the door, he says, "I'm locking the door behind me; don't leave the apartment okay?" With that said , he closes the door, locks the deadbolt, and heads toward the elevator.

Suddenly, a chill ran up his spine and down again. Jessica was right.

Something wasn't right today.