Past and Present
Bianca: Yeah my first story!
Jessica: Am I gonna be in this one?
Bianca: Yes along with everyone else!
Jessica: *groan* goddammit Bianca
Bianca: What ever Jessie.. Let's see Hydron do disclaimer
Hydron:*sigh* Bianca doesn't own ANYTHING at all
Bianca: Goodies now lets start!
Hydron:... You are a nightmare you know that?
Bianca: You keep your mouth shut if you know what's good for you
Jessica and Hydron: *sweat drop*
"Wow these paintings are old" commented a brown haired boy as he stared at the dust covered portrait just barely managing to see through the dust. "I agree. These must be a century old to the looks of it" agreed a blue eyed boy with blonde hair sticking up in crazy directions. "Yeah your right Dan… for once in your life" replied another boy with blue hair and olive green eyes smirking at the pissed off brunette.
"Hey!" Dan exclaimed.
"Hey what? He has a point Dan" retorted another blonde boy shooting Dan a feral wolfy-ish grin.
"SID! You traitor" he exclaimed.
"What ever. But please explain to me why are we moving into this place again? It creeps me out with these portraits" Sid asked looking at the furniture that looked like it was buried in miles of dust. Though he did have a point. They were standing in the living room the first room in the house. It was covered like everything else in a good layer dust. Old velvet rugs, sagging couches, even an old TV set. They didn't even know if the toilet worked. But what creeped them out the most was the 7 portraits and the box of old dollies left on the side of the living room. It looked like a snapshot out of history book!
"Because my father gave it to me and what better to invite my friends to live in a house that doesn't even look like a freaking house" answered Shadow laughing like a maniac whilst sticking out his tongue.
"Why I even agreed to move in with the lot of you is still a mystery to me." Muttered a masked boy.
"Oh come on Masquerade! We're not that bad" whined Dan.
"Bad is an understatement about you and Shadow" mumbled a tall brute.
"Volt that wasn't very nice" reprimanded the blue eyed boy.
"But that's the truth Keith and you yourself know it perfectly well" snapped Volt.
"You've got a point"
"Since when don't I have one?"
"When you act like a total bastard because you lost in a children's card game"
"Hn… Shut up Keith"
"You asked for a point and I gave you one." Volt didn't reply. Apparently he ran out of PMS powder.
"So um… where do we sleep tonight? I mean we haven't even looked at the rooms yet. And well I'm hungry." Said Dan.
"Name one time where you're randomly not hungry and I'll give you 50 bucks" said Gus.
"Name one time when you're not randomly bitchy and I'll give you 100" snapped Dan.
Gus didn't reply either. Apparently he ran out of ultimate bitchy powder. Again. Apparently it always ran out on him when he needed to act like a total spazz to Dan. Curse limits.
Masquerade rolled his eyes not that anyone could see it. His blue mask restricted anyone into seeing into his eyes. That's why he was called Masquerade. Duh obvious much?
Anyway soon everyone was bitching too each other. Keith and Volt. Gus, Shadow, Sid and Dan.
And Masquerade and a quiet white haired boy named Ren just stood there like stuffed Mullets and sweat dropped. "Will they ever grow up?" asked Ren quietly.
"No at the rate their going at. By the time their 80 they're still going to argue and bitch like high school cheer leaders."
"Eheh. Why am I not surprised?" asked Ren folding his arms across his chest as he watch Masquerade walk over to the endless piled boxes and shifted through the nick- knacks and pulled out a pink feather dust and a purple apron. Ren raised his eyebrows as Masquerade put it on and started to dust everything like a miny house wife. Soon everyone was coughing and looking at Masquerade as he cleaned the portraits that were arranged neatly and perfectly along the wall. Soon it revealed 7 portraits. Two which were obviously girls whilst the others looked rather effeminate so they weren't exactly sure.
Keith's eyes were trained in the young blonde haired boy in the middle of the wall between all portraits. Keith was mesmerised by the boy's beauty. The picture portrayed a boy around the age of 16 with silky locks of blonde hair, soft looking lavender eyes that seemed perfectly innocent and a small mocking smile played at his lips. Keith walked closer to see the name and description engraved in gold.
"Hydron Lucifer Myel. Date of birth: 1870
Death:- unknown" muttered Keith quietly.
"That's strange. That's what mine said on mine as well. Unknown" said Volt reading behind Keith's shoulder. "Yeah and mine" chimed in 5 other voices.
"Hmm…" muttered Keith underneath his breath. He had a feeling this place had more secrets than it seemed to show.