Author's Note: Well hello there people. I hope you enjoyed that prologue, as well as I did. I couldn't resist, so here's some more for ya. enjoy.

Chapter 2: Later in Life

10 years later…

The brothers were now 25, and their bloody urges had not been quelled in the slightest. They both had separate apartments only about three blocks away. Joel had found himself a comfortable job at a corporate shipping business, and had made his way to CEO. He was rich, and thirsty for blood. He walked into his large apartment where he lived alone, which had grey walls, and white carpet. The lights were either off or dimmed, as he was not a bright light guy. He had a neat setup. Neat to the point where people would call him a neat freak, ironic knowing how he was when he was younger. "What a day…" he said softly to himself, walking into his living room, plopping down on the black, crescent shaped leather sofa. He let out a sigh as he sunk into the couch. His glass coffee table sat in front of him, and a large 60' inch TV was mounted on the wall across from him. He grabbed a long black remote and flipped it on. The first thing was a news report, filling the room with a reporter's voice. "Three more people have gone missing lately, as police are baffled by this serial abductor." Joel smiled. The only reason they called it abduction is because they never found the bodies. Joel was neat. He turned on some movie about mercenaries stuck in the congo and quickly grew bored. He got up, his black suit and red tie shimmering in the TV's glow. He walked over to a set of maple wood stairs and walked into the basement, which was a very large empty room with drywall and concrete floors which his black dress shoes clicked against. but on the other side of the room was an extension. A large metal door with a keypad sat against the wall, next to the power box. He inserted the code and turned the heavy handle. He walked into the narrow freezing cold room, white tile on the floor beneath him, and metal shelves ran down endlessly on the white walls. This room was brighter than the rest, and was below zero degrees. On the shelves were vials. each vial was full of blood, blood that he drained out of his victims by slicing open their cheek before he killed them, and allowing the blood to flow down into a funnel which was propped atop a glass vial, which he collected. He smiled, running through the labeled vials. He must have killed as many as eighty people, but he lost count. The thing he would never kill was children. He loved children, and would never hurt one, or do anything to make one feel scared. The vials were also alphabetized. Yup, very neat...

Sam on the other hand, had a job in management, as he ran a very fancy, and very expensive five star restaurant. He made sure all the pieces were working, the chefs, the bartenders, the waiters, the lighting was the right amount of dimness. He managed everything from his office by communicating through other men he had hired to deal with those problems. He instructed them through earpieces, when he wanted something changed. Sam walked into his apartment, slightly smaller than Joel's but more or less. Sam had brown hardwood floors, and beige walls. Besides all that there were two differences, one being that Sam didn't keep blood samples, or any kind of souvenir. And the second, was that he didn't live alone… "Hi honey, how was your day?" A soft gentle and sort of shy voice said. Sam turned around, his black dress shirt and black dress pants making him stand out in the bright room. He saw a beautiful sylveon standing there, holding two glasses of whiskey. "Want one?" She asked, extending out her arm. Her name was Viola Winchester, who was Sam's girlfriend. They had gotten pretty serious, and they had introduced each other to their families. Since Sam's parents were killed in a plane crash, Sam had to introduce her to his brother, who seemed ok with him dating, even though he was a serial killer. Sam smiled. "Yes, thank you dear." he said taking the whiskey, taking a sip. They both sat down on the long brown couch, leaning into the fur like material. Viola leaned against Sam's chest, and softly took sips of her whiskey. "So how was work?" she asked. She worked at an animal shelter, and was one of the kindest, most gentle people you'd ever meet. There was only one complication. Viola's sister, Anna, was lieutenant in Homicide division. Police, how ironic.

Joel knew what was going on in Sam's house. As Joel was paranoid, and constantly trying to cope, he planted cameras all around Sam's house, to spy on him, without his knowledge. Simply because he was paranoid, and because he wanted to look out for his little brother. He says little, even though they were twins. He calls him that because Sam was born two minutes after Joel was. he leaned back in his leather desk chair, watching multiple camera views on his alienware desktop of Sam's living room, kitchen, bedroom, and right outside his front door. he sipped at a glass of vodka, the brothers were heavy drinkers with heavy tolerances, but not drunks. They did it at first to relieve the guilt murder caused them in their teens. But now they simply do it because they like to drink. They felt no guilt. It was truly amazing how monsters could blend in with normal people, wasn't it? Joel watched them cuddle for a few more minutes before returning to his king sized bed. It had black sheets, and black pillows, with a white comforter. He slid out of his suit and into a black tanktop and just his blue boxers. He laid in his bed, the soft cushion feeling surrounding him. He allowed the darkness to claim him, falling into a deep, bloodlust filled sleep.

"Well it's time for bed, don't you think hun?" Viola asked. "Yeah, I guess so." He said, putting down his empty glass on a coaster on his brown wooden coffee table. Viola did the same. They both walked over to their bedroom, arms around each other. Sam slipped into a white t shirt, and his red boxers stayed. Viola got into her white nightgown, and slipped into bed beside her lover. "Good night dear." Sam said, arms wrapped around her. "Good night love." she replied, both of them falling into a deep blissful sleep. Oh, how she would never know what her boyfriend truly was… A serial killer, and brother to a serial killer.

Author's Note: I think i'm doing pretty good with this one. So far I have more Ideas, but I will develop on them later. Welp, leave a review and I might get back to you later today. Bye!