As Edward was living his last, elongated moments, he managed to scratch into the wall a message to his creation. Like his own creator, Edward had longed a companion. But before his creation had even been jolted awake, his oddly long life was coming to an end. He finished scraping the wall with his sharp, unfinished scissor hands. He staggered to away from the bottom of the stair case to a table and pushed a button. With much whirring and sparks, a young man's eyes flickered open, just as Edward collapsed beside him.

My dearest Kevin,

I have created you for me, as me. But I could not finish you, as my creator did not finish me. Beware the outside.

Edward ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

"No, no, I don't think I like it," Jodie said as she looked in the mirror at the makeover that Alysia gave her. It did look good, very goth, and way to goth for the purple outfit she was sporting. They were in Jodie's room, away from the crowd that was enjoying the house warming party. Jodie really didn't like it here, but she was good enough to hold her tongue.

"Oh come on, it looks great!" Alysia said as she looked at Jodie's deeply shadowed eyes and deep red lip makeover. Of course she liked it. Alysia was wearing all black, huge baggy pants with chains and a black and red tank. Her hair was in messy dread-locks and she had a pierced eyebrow and belly. Jodie had recently unwillingly gotten her ears pierced. This girl was defiantly not her friend type, but she was the only girl her age in the neighborhood. Jodie sighed.

"Now its time to prove this new look of yours. It's about time you lightened up." Alysia said as she got up from the bed and stepped to Jodie's window and yanked it open.

"We're ditching this, you're tough enough to leave here, right?" Alysia asked her raising a threatening eyebrow.

"That's what I thought," she said as Jodie just stammered and she leapt out the window.

Jodie wanted a friend here, even this girl, maybe if she got to know Alysia better things could work out better. So she grabbed a purple fake flower to match her cute outfit and placed it in her golden blonde hair. She jumped down and out of the window.

Waiting for her and slightly surprised, in the darkness crouched Alysia, and somebody else.

Answering Jodie's question that she didn't ask Alysia said, "This is my boyfriend, Dean."

He was a freaky looking as she was. He had twice as many eyebrow and nose rings as Alysia did. Jodie nervously took the flower out of her hair and fiddled with it.

"So, you aren't scared to go up to the mansion?" Dean asked the wide eyed Jodie.

"We're sneaking to that old mansion on the hill!? I wouldn't have come if I'd known you wanted to go there!" Jodie gasped as she looked back up at the window that was to far off the ground to climb back into.

"No shit, if you want to keep hanging out with us." Jodie didn't really want to become good friends with Alysia or Dean anymore. But Alysia shot her a look of such pure poison that she wouldn't dare do anything else. They began to walk in the darkness to the hill where the creepy mansion lay.

As the arrived through the courtyard that had many beautiful, strangely shaped bushes, Dean looked at Jodie.

"Ok, you have to go in and find something and bring it back out to us. That simple." Dean stated cool and calm to a trembling Jodie.

"Ok." she said stepping up at the door and pushing it open. She stepped inside.

She was slightly relieved to see that the place was clearly deserted. It was dark and musty, and very creepy. She looked around, only now did she realize how cold it was. She glanced around the huge space all around her. She spotted a table and a tall set of dusty shelves. Jodie lightly and silently crept over to the cob-web covered shelf. She picked up a glove looking thing, with sharp blades protruding from where the figures should be. This freaky thing would be perfect, then she could go home.

She made to turn around and to her horror she heard a door slam. She squealed and ran to the now closed door that she entered from as she heard the definite sound of a bar lock being dropped on the other side of the door.

She dashed to the nearest window to see two dark figures running away. She could make out Dean's figure, he was sticking out a pierced tongue and flipping her off with both hands.

At the moment she was to freaked to be angry. There was no other way out from what she could see. She made way to go up the once grand stair case, and spotted some message scraped into the marble wall.