Okay so Kevin doesn't come out here due to the chapter getting frikking long so i cut it half way. So yeah. I hope you like it!

"...And as you can see not only you but all your guest will have the comfort of fabulous beds in their bedroom." Mr. Salutan D. chuckled and went on about the fine wood that was carved into the bed.

Intriguing.

We kept on with this ambiguous tour around the abandoned house. We were upstairs at the moment looking at all seven rooms that unlike the rest of the house, they were still intact. Beautiful craftsmanship on the wood with designs of wolves, fishes and bears, like telling a little story pressed in every room, a book shelf (with marvelous books that have intrigued me enough to note were each one is in what room)in every corner of the room diagonal from the bed next to a window that held silk curtain; all a silky blue, were I viewed many things close by.("Is that a-" "Yes, a pumpkin patch!"). A walk in closet, big enough for my mother to stack all her shoes and then some more while also holding a full body mobile mirror.

But, at the moment when we entered this very room I stopped right on the door frame and knitted my eyebrows together as my eyes roamed around while trying to feign that I was paying attention to D.

It was the room closest to the master bedroom, it had a different atmosphere than all the other five rooms. Yes, it held all the same resemblance of all the others (not including the master bedroom of course) , but their was something...obscure.

As I looked around trying to find any given clues, squinting here and their, I over heard something that caught my interest.

My head snapped back at Mr. Salutan D. who was examining one of the books in the shelf. "Could you please repeat that last sentence?"

He looked up at me as he turned a page. "I don't see why I should ." He discarded the book and checked his appearance in the hanging circular mirror. "All I said is that a child used to own this room." I blinked at this and looked around, it was clear as day now and I could see the little clues. On top of the drawer were little cobwebbed toys, the bed has some color drawn on to it as if someone tried to color the figures in the wood.

How in Einsteins name did I miss this things?

"A child lived here." I thought out loud. It wasn't an interesting topic to him and it showed in the other males expression but I couldn't help but love children.

It wasn't a secret among my friends and Nick that I wanted to adopt. To start a family. At first it just seemed like a 'What if we adopted?' And later on after family parties my question turned into a 'Do you want to adopt a kid and be a real family?'. I remember his pale face turned even paler and how he sputtered around. 'I don't feel like it's the right time to think about this Edd, we need to live a little, be free from such a huge responsibility and go out first!' I should have known it was just him telling me fish stories so he wouldn't be chained to me.

"Yes, yes one did, sadly for the little fellow, he went into the woods, " he pointed outside the window, mimicking a person walking with his fingers, "and never came back."

Frowning I got closer to the window I moved the curtains and stared out into the woods. It was terrible news to hear that a kid got abducted and were later found dead the next day in the woods or in the creek or in some dead end street. It's been happening often, either a child would be taken away while in their own bed or out of their home in Peach Creek, this led on to having a curfew for anyone under 21 and having cops to take shifts at night roaming around looking for any perpetrator 24/7.

"Tragic story I know, but hey what can you do about it? Now how about we check another room in the other side of the house!"

I rolled my eyes at the thought of more rooms. I turned to follow only to have a tug on my sleeve catch my attention and of my tourist.

"Is everything all right?" He inquired.

"I-" I turned back at the window and looked down, I was ready to reply that my sleeve got caught on a nail in the window but paused myself as I stared down at something else.

A cactus, a small little thing that stood at the corner of the window frame. One of its pricks held my sleeve as if holding me, asking me to not leave it alone. I grabbed it and held it to inspect. I couldn't help but feel quickly attached to it.

"Why, what a lovely specimen, a little cacti." I muttered.

"I would advise you to let go of that plant ." I turned with the plant in hand, he didn't seem very happy anymore. I raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh I must apologize for touching whats not mine," I hesitated to put it back down. Such a precious little life, what was it doing here alone? "If it's not much of a bother to you good sir, would you mind if I kept this cactus?"

My gaze lowered to inspect the plant again. I liked this cactus. Such a fine specimen, little and full of life as if it was screaming emotions at me.

He glared at the plant as if it had just insulted him in some way. "Mr. Vincent, I wouldn't like for you to worry for such an atrocious plant." He said.

"Atrocious?" I jumped back at his choice of word. Eye brow raised I watched as he nodded and repeated for I to put back the cactus. I frowned but obeyed. It was futile and a waste of time to argue with him about a plant, even if I wanted the plant. I put the cactus back on the window frame and walked out with my tourist whose mood had cheered.

"Now lets see, I've shown you all the rooms except for the Masters that one you can always see it when you buy the house..."he kept mumbling to himself about where we've been and where we haven't. I looked back at the cactus. I pursed my lips.

'Huh...' I thought. 'Didn't I put it facing the window?'

"Ah yes! I remember now, follow me!" My tourist exclaimed loudly with a snap of his fingers. He started to-what seem to be- prance straight to the stairs and took two at a time while I speed walk down them. I wasn't one to have enough stamina or air for athletic things such as this...however athletic you see this to be.

...

Two giant oval doors with the same craftsmanship like the beds except instead of wolves, fishes and bears, it was mythical creatures and squiggly symbols and what I will assume to be the Latin language carved on top of the door. The same as of telling an arduous tale.

I didn't have enough time to even inspect the door before they were flung open and I squinted at the sheer light pouring out. "And this, this is the library!"

When I finally got my eyesight focused I gasped at the beauty in front of me.

"O-oh my..." lo and behold.

Little shelves of books, giant shelves of books, a squared table with a typewriter in the middle next to a BOOK!

Big books, small books, long books, short books! Books with titles, books without titles, old books and new books alike!

And as I walked in like a kid in a candy store looking at all the delicious flavors, I couldn't help but squeal as I saw that all of the books were in alphabetical order!

I walked around the whole library inspecting the various of shelves and gliding my hand around the spines of all books.CLEAN!Mr. Salutan just watched in amusement without saying a word.

"Oh my! Such magnificent collection! Alphabetical, Order, cleaned, and," I gasped, my smile getting bigger by my inspection of the many shelves " in order by genre, also alphabetically organized! How wonderful!" I couldn't help the joy I felt at this.

I loved books. They were simply amazing papers stacked together with printed words that needed so much attention this days. Such knowledge put into them, the emotions, the suspense, the thrill of being sucked in to a good book on a rainy day!

"The previous owner, traveled around the world and for some reason had a thing for collecting various types of books, as you can see theirs all types. By the info that I could get of the owner, he was more into the supernatural."

I turned away from the beauty and looked at the giant windows in the background. They gave you a full view of the pumpkin patch. So many pumpkins, and they seem to have been taken care of by whoever used to live here.

I smiled.

This house was perfect, filthy and in need of fixing and some (or many) things that needed to be thrown...but perfect none the less.

"Is that a 'I'm buying this house' smile I see?"

I snapped out of my daze and looked at him who moved without my knowing closer to me. I took a step back from him and looked anywhere but him.

"I-I...Mr. Salutan, this house is very lovely and suitable for someone like me but, I can't afford such a house."

"Oh if it's the cost of the house and all the bills that comes with it, then you shouldn't worry your little head ." He sent a creepy smile at my way and before I could object he kept on talking. " You can leave all that to me."he began to walk out and I followed ready to deny his offer but what he said next froze me in mid step wondering how he knew so much.

"Besides, what better way than to move on from a tragic break up and out of your parents hair than to buy a house."

"How do yo-"

"How I know things is really not important at the moment Eddward, what is important is that you want this house."

My suspicion grew.

"I do NOT wish to buy a house from you!" I started to march to the direction of the door and-IT WAS OPEN! This house was creeping me the more I stayed in here. I needed to get out of here and get home. I don't think my mother and father will believe the mishap I have set myself into.

Before I could get ahold of the door, I felt a heavy weight clasped on my shoulder and I was immediately turned. I stared at him in bewildered fear.

I couldn't move.

Not willingly, and not because he held my shoulder but I just couldn't. It was as if my legs stopped obeying my brain and decided to rebel.

I gulped feeling myself shake as he nailed me with a burning gaze.

" , I will just say this once and I do hope you could make the right choice." His voice had lowered in tone and his brown eyes looked darker than usual. I felt threatened.

He let go of me and I felt as if a force pushed me back. Before I could fall on my behind I took quick steps until i was fully balanced and far from him. He was looking at me with calculating eyes, watching my every room. I stopped moving and gulped down the quakes my body has been taking. I need to hold my ground.

He cleared his throat and spoke. " This house, " he gestured at everything in our surroundings, "was built for someone like you. We've looked, for someone like you . If you took ahold of this house, not only will I assure you that you won't have to worry about the bills and the construction work,but you could start anew. Away from that one sided love past, away from society. You can have your own lovely solitude, your own place and when people visit you they will be amazed by this place, they will compliment everything even the floor they step on. " the smile that beheld his features disappeared in an instant,"but, if you step out from this house right now, not only will you be missing on a great opportunity,...you will be left with 'What ifs' and find that no other place you try to get will be as perfect as this house is for you. " he gestured to the door and I turned to look at it. It was still half open as if waiting for me to walk out. "When you leave this house, you have decided and this house wont be for you anymore, it'll be someone else's."

I turned to look at him. "But you said this house was perfect for m-"

"It'll be someone else's."he repeated.

I stayed silent as I thought of this. This house was magnificent. The only reason I came here was because of the flock in the sky and now...

I didn't want to leave.

Mr. Salutan D. sat on the cobwebbed couch and i cringed at him. He grabbed something from a hidden pocket under his coat and brought it out. It appeared to be a contract and a pen.

"Tell you what, how about you stay here for a month and then tell me if you like this house or not."

I bit my lip.

A month?

In here?

...

"A week." I said.

He squinted before responding. "Three weeks?"

I folded my hands around my chest. "A week."

He pursed his lips before he let out a grin. "How about yah stay for two weeks, if in a week you call then the deal is off. how 'bout it?" he held the pen for me to take.

i hesitated for a while but after thinking through it, i agreed with his terms and signed my name.

He smirked. "Perfect. Now come back here in three days, we'll have the house ready for you in no time." he tucked it away from sight and got up from the couch. I coughed as the dust swirled around me. He walked towards the door and held it open.

"It was a pleasure house hunting with you Eddward." He sounded odd. As if he had suddenly turned from a dusty coat to an expensive luxurious satin dress. And just like how he appeared behind me, he walked out of the house and disappeared into thin air.

"This must be some odd dream." I muttered to myself holding a hand to my forehead and closed my eyes. After seconds ticked by I opened them and looked around only to notice nothing has changed. "...Right..." I sighed and started getting out of the house."I better get home, mother and father must be worrying"

...

...

It was late when I got home. My father had brought his work home and was occupied by the time I got their. Mother seemed to be done with everything, house chores and office work (she did everything by web now) and was watching some show with a hot cocoa in hand.

"Edduardo," my mother got up and marched her way towards me, "Jesu Cristo hijo mio!" She exclaimed as she held my cheeks in her hands and examined my face for any wounds. "Donde te has metido? Pensé que estabas con el enano y el Chico alto." (Jesus Christ son, where have you been? I thought you were with the little guy and that tall one.)

My mother has never called Eddy and Ed by their names, she always called them by the shorty (which if Eddy ever found out he will have a fit) and the tall guy, my mother had a soft spot for the gentle giant that was Ed.

"Mother please, I'm fine. I needed to be alone for a while, I'm fine." I reassured her.

Fathers voice boomed from were he sat in the table. "Honey, leave the boy alone. His a grown up already, going to turn 30 in three years, if he needs to be out of the house than let him it's better than having him here cooped up and eating all of our mint ice cream." The last part was muttered but was loud enough for my mother and I to hear.

"Your dads right on one thing honey, te estas haciendo gordito con toda la niebe Que te comes." (Your getting fat with all that ice cream your eating). She patted my abdomen and left me standing their flabbergasted.

"T-the...the nerve!"

ill se to it to put the other part soon but until then I shall try and catch up on some things :)