Disclamer: D. Gray-Man belongs to Katsura Hoshino, this is a work of fiction not for profit.

Theme song: Nine Lashes - In the Dark

Warning: mild sexual content/incest (or not? :) )


Second Secret

"That was unexpected."

"What exactly was? Three strangers invading our house, or, perhaps… a letter which I did not sent, containing both my signature and seal?"

Road looked up, sealing her eyes with the Earl's; indeed, everything that had happened was both unexpected and unwelcomed. It was the same surprise felt when eating a raisin cookie and tasting that sourness thinking it was chocolate chips cookie.

"Were you able to see the letter?" Road asked, rolling the strawberry flavored lollipop between her lips.

Every year at this precise time, the mental health of the Earl degraded, and every year would be worse than the predecessor. However, this time, Road felt that this year was going be the worst of all. The fact that three strangers invaded their home at such time was not helping at all.

"No," he gently shook his head, "Sheryl did, and he confirmed that it was undoubtedly my seal."

After a small thought the young looking girl responded, "We have to get our hands on it."

"The letter is not a problem, it can wait. What bothers me…" The Earl paused for few seconds, the words heavy on his tongue and heart, "is who sent it."

Road knew what was dwelling inside Adam's mind and how every thought was consuming him little by little, driving him quietly into an abyss of insanity. "Could it be bookman?" she said. Driving him away from the presumed truth was the only way to prevent it.

"He is dead." Adam said as a matter of fact, holding his head between his trembling hands. "I still cannot believe that he already left this world."

"He could have prepared all this beforehand; he was a troublesome fellow after all. Who knows what he had under his sleeves." She continued slowly, to gently pull him in her net of lies and deceits like she had always done to protect him.

"But why would he do this? Our debts were all cleared and, apparently, his grandson knows nothing of us, of that incident…"

"Supposed grandson, he could be an imposter for all we know." Road corrected, but the silence of Adam to it made her questionably furrow her brows. "Is there something you are hiding from me Earl?"

"Nothing that could probably concern you, Road." Adam sighed. "So it takes us back to square one. Who?"

Road tensed.

"One of us." He said, pronouncing clearly every single syllable.

"Earl—" but it was too late, his mind had already wandered toward that destructive deduction, a deduction that would be the end of their happy days.

"A member of my beloved family betrayed me."

"That is impossible!" She tried to clear his suspicion, but in vain.

"Road!" The Earl slammed his desk fiercely, making the girl freeze on the chair. "It had both my seal and my signature. You know best, so don't you dare, under any circumstances, try to fool me."

His cheeks were burning, and eyes glared at the horizon. Adam joined both hands into a ball, trying to maintain a cool composure, but his breathing betrayed him; he was taking-in short and quick breaths. "My beloved family, my happy family, my beautiful family, my only family betrayed me. They betrayed me, me, me! After everything I had done for them, after every sacrifice I made."

Blood veins popped in his forehead, and his colors were changing drastically; he started to clasp his hands hysterically to finally ravage his desk, bringing all its content to the ground. He was losing it. "For my family's happiness I went as far as to punish my brother for his foolishness! Yet…"

Road, put down her lollipop and slowly moved from her seat to get an anesthesia shot from one of the bookcase drawers.

Adam finally collapsed into tears, letting out all his frustrations. He watched with blurry eyes his palms that were adorned with sins. "I never thought that something like this would happen someday, I never thought that one of them might one day betray me!"

Hiding the syringe in her pocket, she took him in a tight and comforting embrace to wash him off his doubts and uncertainties. "Earl..."

"Could it be Allen? It must be Allen! He hates me doesn't he?" he said between hiccups, "After all I...to him… I..."

"Allen could never hate you, he loves you more than he loved his own father and you should never doubt that." Road reassured, running a warm hand through his grayish hair while the other gently patted his back.

"All I've ever wanted was for my family to be happy, for us to be happy; how did we get to this point? All the sins I committed were to reach happiness, so why?"

Road broke the embrace and cupped his watery face with one slender hand while the other reached for the syringe. Smiling fondly, she promised as she injected the needle through his neck vein, "Don't you worry, I will take care of everything Earl. Don't you worry."

The girl gently put his head on the desk, then walked back to the drawer and put back the syringe to its place. Road watched one last time the wreaked study, sighed and took her leave. She exited the room from the only door it had and climbed down the stairs that led to the gigantic library; the walls were adorned with books of all kinds that she had all read.

Road walked carefully on the paving slab flooring with her small heels, afraid to slip and fall like she used to do when she was a child. Walking only straight ahead, she reached the wooden door of the study building and made her way out of it.

It was raining cats and dogs; a servant, who had been waiting behind the door all that time, sheltered the little lady under the black umbrella he was holding. And the two set off to one of the backyard entries of the manor that led to the kitchens.

Upon their entry in the right wing of the manor, the umbrella man took his leave and Road faced the servant that she had previously summoned there: the manor's butler, the chief of the maids, the cook and the gardener.

Road was quiet for a moment, then said, "Next Friday we will be hosting a party, and I want you to start preparing everything from today on before the storm begins. Am I understood?"

The butler nodded, "Yes, lady Road."

"Have my uncles returned?"

"Yes," the chief of maids answered, "Both went to their respectable rooms."

"Good, good." She nodded to herself, and then resumed, "When dinner is ready, summon everyone, including our guests, for dinner."

The servants bowed, and took their leave. Road looked around her, searching for a specific head, but it was nowhere around. So she moved around the different rooms of the kitchens only to find the person she was looking for in the cold room. The cold room was quite spacious, and the sound of the compressor was deafening, so Road stood at the door frame on her tiptoes, the cold hair being emitted started to reach her, and she shouted to be heard,

"Mimi!"

"Lady Road?" Said Mimi inquired, turning her head toward the source of the voice. The grey haired maid put the meat she was holding in a shelf and made her way out of the room as she took off her disposable gloves."It is unusual to see you here, lady Road. How honoring." She said flashing a smile, locking the door behind her.

"Spare me your irony." Road retorted. She had always wondered how Mimi could enter the cold room without wearing a jacket or such. The pale blue haired servant was standing in her typical uniform; it was the redness of her nose that betrayed her.

"I'd like you to go fetch the Earl from his study."

The comic aura Mimi was displaying was soon replaced by a serious one when the word earl was uttered. "Understood. Anything else?" she raised a brow, waiting for the following order she knew Road was about to give.

Cracking her fingers, Road said in a low tone, "Also, I want you to discreetly clean the study this evening after you finish attending Lulubell. Was I clear enough?"

"Of course, my lady. Your orders are absolute."

"Perfect…You can go." Mimi bowed, and left. Road watched the young servant as she made her way out of the kitchens; the rain was becoming heavier by the minute.

"Don't you worry, Earl. No one will disturb our happy home… no one."


The dark haired young man leaned on his sleeping companion, showering him with butterfly kisses –as he tried his best to avoid the burns.

The sun had disappeared in the horizon, leaving nothing but infinite darkness and a dimly lighted room. As far as he remembered, the manor had always been a somber place full darkness, misery, and agony, but both he and his twin had gotten used to life in that place which accepted them as they were. Never pushing them away, never laughing at them, never judging them; the manor took them in with much love. And that was the only reason why they lived abiding by its harsh rules.

The sleeping blond growled gently when his twin brother reached the lower part of his belly. "Devit," he said, opening his eyes slowly as he gently pushed Devit's head from his body. "Stop."

"Do you really want me to?" the elder twin smiled, malice written all over his face.

"Not really," Jasedero muttered, pouting. If he could, Jasedero would never leave that bed; if he could, he would never let go of his twin, but it wasn't something that could be fulfilled. "But it's dinner time, and I took a shower not long ago. Are three rounds not enough?"

Devit shrugged, without second thought. "Let's just skip dinner." Then smirked, making his twin blush, "You know that I can never get enough of you."

"The earl will be mad and I won't be able to handle another punishment, so it's a no." Jasedero answered with much sadness, trying to avoid his brother's eyes as he sat up with difficulty.

Upon hearing those words, Devit's face aggravated. "Does it still hurt?" he asked as he lightly touched the burned chest of his brother.

"Duh! Of course it does; it has been three days only."

"I'm sorry." Devit murmured, hiding his face in his brother's neck.

"Jasedevi are one." the blond twin smiled as he ran his hand through Devit's hair. "My pain is yours, your pain is mine, and everything is for your sake. As long as you are beside me, I can cross entire oceans."

Devit loved this manor, he surely did, but he undoubtedly loved his twin more than anything else. And seeing his brother hurting was the last thing he wanted, but the manor could not be betrayed. Devit clenched his fists into balls and hit his twin on the head.

"Hee! It hurts!" Jasedero whimpered, reaching for his head with both hands, and Devit retorted, "This is for trying to act mature."

Jasedero laughed heartedly, and said before he cupped Devit's face and brought it closer to gently crush their lips together, "Stupid."

They crumbled in a series of small and innocent kisses that easily turned into deep and hungry ones; Devit dropped a hand to his twin's neck whilst the other ran gently down his chest. Jasedero grabbed him by the collar of his shirt as his back collided against the bed. The blond twin spread his legs a little and felt his brother smile against his mouth, the very same mouth that soon started to travel down. It started with his pulse. Devit teasingly sucked his pulse and neck, making sure to leave lasting marks. It wasn't like anyone ever took interest in Jasedero in that way in the manor, but the older twin adored seeing his love adorning the other's body.

Seriously, his brother was a fucking fine piece of art. Standing across of his love was his conscious lust; it had always existed. Devit had been aware of his lust toward his twin since childhood and always used foolish pretexts to touch him –like feigning his fright of the dark to be able to sleep beside him.

As Devit's hand took possession of his twin's pants zipper, an unwelcomed knock on the door interrupted them and Devit growled, "Yes?"

"Master Devit, Master Jasedero, dinner is served and you are expected downstairs." A small feminine voice said from behind the door.

"Alright, we're coming." Devit roughly ruffled his hair, threw the half naked blond a long stare, and then hastily got up of bed. "Wear some clothes bro, and let's get going." He said as he threw a shirt to his brother, who hummed, hiding a small smile.

The two made their way toward the dining room after Jasedero took a last glance in the mirror. Their room rested in the right wing of the manor, on the third floor right above the kitchens, whilst the dining room was situated in the main building, near the main hall.

A comfortable silence reigned on their walk; no words were exchanged between the two, and the corridors were empty of servants. They walked on the same pace, hands entwined and the corners of their mouths slightly twitched upward.

The servant standing by the door of the dining room swung open the door when the twins arrived. They were welcomed by the usual sight; the long dining table that counted eighteen chairs faced them, with plates and cutlery set on top. The floor was wooden, and on the beige walls rested antique tapestry. Three crystal chandeliers hung on the ceiling to illuminate the room. The twins entered the dining room, leaving behind them the welsh dresser that held porcelain plats.

The white curtains of the large windows, that occupied an entire wall, were slowly dancing to the rhythm of the cool wind.

Alongside the family members, silence occupied the dining room.

The greeting of the twins received little acknowledgment from the people sitting at the table, but that did not bother them, they were used to it. Each of the two walked toward their respectable seats, letting their eyes travel on the people sitting.

The Earl sat on the head of the table, and Jasedero noticed –despite his calm figure– his uneasiness. Beside him on the right was their fourth oldest brother, Tryde, who had his hands folded again his chest with eyes closed. He was probably asleep, because Tryde was that type of person. Next to him was their thirst eldest brother, Sheryl. Quite annoying and full of himself, perhaps a little abusive, but appreciated by the twins. Then came Feedler, the nicest person they had ever encountered in their life, and definitely the sibling they loved most.

On the fourth seat on the right rested Skin next to the twins who occupied the fifth and sixth chairs. They had exchanged with Skin very few words in their life despite living in the same place.

On the left side of the table, near the earl, were the empty seats of Tyki and Wisely. Mercym, the second eldest brother sat on the third seat and right next to him was Road who was flashing them a sweet smile; both were odd, but nonetheless nice people in the view of the twins. Lulubell and Mightra followed, and next to them was the empty seat of their cousin.

It was until Jasedero sat and turned his head to the left that he realized the presence of three strangers. Jerking at the sight, he leaned on his brother to escape the long haired man next to him, and poked Devit who raised a brow at his twin's odd conduct.

The raven haired young man's eyes widened at the sight of three people staring at them. At the extremity of the table was a redheaded man with a patch on the eye, with a green haired young woman on the seat next to their cousin's.

"Huh? Who are those?" Devit asked, furrowing his brows, and Jasedero echoed after him. "Who are they? Who are they?"

Kanda narrowed his eyes, not liking the two men sitting next to him, as Lenalee and Lavi flashed wavering smiles.

"Dense as usual," Sheryl said, shaking his head in false despair, "It took you quite a long time to notice them sitting next to you."

"I would say stupid." Road giggled, and Mercym reprimanded, "Your language, Road."

"Now then children," the Earl clasped his hands twice, "Let's wait for everyone before doing the presentations."

Silence was back to the room as soon as Adam uttered those words. After all, no one disobeys the earl. Jasedero, however, was still bothered by Kanda's presence, and pushed his seat closer to his twin brother's.

Suddenly the doors swung open, and a yawning white haired man appeared. He silently sat and took the pills that rested next to his cutlery. It was after taking large gulps of water, and letting out a long sigh that he finally spoke,

"Why did none of you bother waking me up before dinner? You know that sleeping until now gives me headaches."

"Start depending on yourself a little Wisely, you can put on an alarm for example." Feedler pointed out, shrugging.

Wisely growled, running a hand through his white locks, "As if that thought didn't cross my mind. I have set fifteen alarms, but none of them succeeded in waking me."

"You can stop taking naps." Next to him Mercym snorted –knowing how foolish he sounded.

"That's not even an option. It's like asking Skin or Road to not eat candies."

"That's right you can't undo that!" Road squealed, bouncing on her seat, and skin hummed, nodding his head.

"What are we waiting for anyway?" Wisely asked as he looked at the empty plates.

"The usual late comers." Tryde finally let his voice echo in the room, earning a glance from the white haired young man, who asked another question. "Are those guests?"

"Apparently~!" Devit mused with his twin echoing behind him, "Yes, yes, mysterious guests!"

A dumbfounded look adorned Wisely's face, "How long are you staying here? Oh, and who are you anyway?"

Before any of the three could voice their thought, Feedler interjected, "Wisely, your silence would be appreciated." And Wisely caught fishiness flying in the air.

"We are waiting for everyone to come to do the presentations." Road said, a small smile on her face that did nothing but add oil on fire.

"Those two are going to take forever to get down, look even Lulubell is wondering who those are." Wisely lamented, trying to get something out of them.

The previously silent blonde woman finally opened her mouth to spew harsh words and hard glares. "Do not meddle my name in you rubbish talk."

And that made the young girl giggle innocently, "That was harsh Lulu, and don't deny, what Wise said is true."

"Road." Lulubell said –if glares could kill, Road would've been dead long ago.

Slowly waving his hands, Mercym begged, "Now children, let your aunt be."

"Why are you reprimanding my cute children, Mercym? To my knowledge Lulubell is the constipated person here who cannot understand children's humor." Sheryl suddenly said, making Feedler sigh, knowing what was going to ensue.

Tryde warned the man next to him, "Know your limits with your sister, Sheryl." But the blonde did not like his interference, avoiding his eyes.

"I can stand for myself Tryde, there is no need for your meddling."

"Lulubell is curious, curious, very curious and constipated!" the twins echoed, laughing. And the blonde snapped her head toward them.

Before the situation could worsen any further, Adam spoke, "Now children is this a way to speak in front of your guests?"

Kanda noted the power the Earl had on everyone but the sudden change of atmosphere.

"It was Wise who started." Devit snickered, taking advantage of the situation to clear himself and his brother.

"Wise did, Wise did!"

"All I did is speak my mind, my aunts and uncles are the ones who have no sense of humor." Wisely defended, and Road confirmed, nodding.

"My brother is right, Earl."

Feedler then made an announcement to shut everyone once and for all. "Everyone, keep quiet or there will be no sweets tonight!"

Skin's face suddenly changed, anger written all over it, "No sweets? You can't! You can't!" he said, hitting the table with his fists.

"Well, if Road and Wisely don't stay quiet there will be none." Feedler clarified, and the muscular man frowned at his nephew and nieces, who automatically complied.

"I shut up." Wisely said raising both hands, surrendering, and his sister mimicked, "Same~"

A smile succeeded Skin's frown as he nodded. Once again, the doors flew open, revealing two handsome men.

"Honestly boy, you never stop to amaze me." The tall, black haired man said, as they walked across the room.

"I did nothing amazing, it is you who is talentless, Tyki." The white haired young man stated flatly.

"Ouch! You've hurt my feelings." Said Tyki hit his chest for dramatic effect, to which the other rolled his eyes.

"You? Feelings? Honestly you're being too sarcastic tonight." He snorts.

But before Tyki could retort, Sheryl called out, "Brother!" and Tyki's features squeaked, while Road was already on her feet, bouncing toward the white haired young man.

"Allen!" She said, jumping on him and happily locking her lips with his. Lavi and his friends looked at the unfolding scene agape. Tyki ignored his relatives kissing and walked to his seat, waving at everyone with a smile.

Tryde was the first to speak, "It was about time."

"Happy to see you too, brother." Tyki shook his head.

Then Wisely complained, "What took you two so long?"

"A shower did." Tyki said smugly.

"Oh, a shower? As in one single shower?" Road, who finally let go of Allen, giggled as she took his hand to drag him to the table.

Tyki smirked, "Who knows."

"Tyki stop talking rubbish and Road, what did I tell you about kissing me like this?" Allen said, frowning, but not letting go of the girl's hand.

"But I love you, Allen~!" she pouted, kissed his cheek, to finally bounce back to her seat.

A furious Sheryl pointed an accusatory finger toward the white haired man who was taking a seat. "Allen! How dare you do this to my daughter! This is called sexual assault."

"What did I even do? She is the one who assaulted me. I think you need a new pair of glasses." Allen defended, narrowing his eyes in annoyance.

The twins being the twins couldn't hold themselves from commenting. "Sheryl is blind." They echoed, "Stupid and blind, stupid and blind!" to which almost everyone at the table laughed.

"Everyone please!" the Earl sighed.

"I really missed this." Tyki said, looking at his family, as the servants finally started to serve dinner. And then he laid his eyes on the trio, and raised a brow, "Were we expecting guests today?"

"Yes we were." Adam cleared his throat, "Children let me introduce you to Lavi Bookman and his two friends Kanda Yu and Lenalee Lee."

It was until the moment everyone sitting at the table gazed at them, that Lavi felt the pressure of the situation –as if he wasn't used to crowds–, and all he could say was a simple hello. Next to him Lenalee was more reactive and smiled, "It is nice to meet you."

Kanda, however, nodded in acknowledgment only.

A pregnant silence followed, one that Lavi did not understand clearly. Then Wisely decided to break the ice, "Bookman? As in…"

"Yes." Adam answered, avoiding everyone's gaze. "He is the late Bookman's grandson."

"What?" Lulubell found herself saying, resting her eyes on the earl and finally admitting her curiosity.

A nervous laugh slipped of Tyki's tongue, "Grandson –no wait, late?" it sounded, almost, accusatory.

"Bookman died?" despite his tone, Wisely was not asking a question.

Lavi had probably never felt more offended in his entire life, not even when he was soaked wet with water thrown at him by his adversary's client at a trial. He felt his jaw crisping, anger flowing through his veins and reaching his brain. If it wasn't for Lenalee calling for him and asking him to chill, the redhead would've probably wreaked havoc in the room.

"Children, that is impolite. Please introduce yourselves first." Adam said, escaping gracefully through the hanging questions of his children. There was a pause, then names began to be unfolded.

"Tryde." The man sitting on the right side of the earl said, nodding.

Across of him, Tyki said, smiling, "I'm Tyki, nice to meet you."

"We've met twice, you should have learned it by now." Sheryl sighed, raising his chin. And at that exact moment all that Kanda was thinking was to mercilessly kill him.

"Wisely, nice to meet you, I guess?" the white haired said, unsure of his words.

"Feedler, remember?"

"Mercym."

Road grinned, "We've already met, but once again, I'm the cute Road~"

"I'm Devit and he's –" he said, holding his twin's hand in the air, and the blond continued, "Jasedero, and together we are –" then they finished in unison, "Jasedevi!"

The blonde woman across of the twins, sipped her wine and said, not sparing the trio a glance. "I'm Lulubell."

"Allen, pleased to meet you." the second white haired man of the family said, smiling.

"And those are Skinn and Mightra." Adam said pointing with open hands at the big man who was eating a sweet and a bizarre person whose face was hidden underneath a hood. Then smiled, "A big family, I know."

"And for what reason did they fall here out of all places?" Tyki asked, then tucked a spoon of soup into his mouth. Nothing was better than a fish soup in such cold weather.

With a wide smile, Lenalee answered instead of her friend, who was still wrathful. "We were invited for the party."

The second spoon of soup stopped at his mouth, and Tyki repeated, as if to confirm what he had heard. "Party?"

"Yes, the party which will be held here next week." However what met her innocent statement were twisted faces and furrowed eyebrows full of disbelief and curiosity.

Wisely was the first one who spoke; his question directed to the Noah in charge of such events. "We are having a party next week?"

"Don't look at me," Tryde's voice echoed amidst the sudden silence, "first time hearing this."

"Wait, wait, wait. Since when do we host parties?" Tyki inquired.

"Party?" Devit and Jasedero exchanged looks, "Party?"

"This is news to me." Lulubell declared, as she notified a maid to refill her glass with liquor.

"Aren't they perhaps in the wrong address?" Mercym remarked, as if the thought of a party was out of question.

Skin was the only person with an innocent question, "Will there be sweets?" which was obviously ignored.

Road cleared her throat; "Since everyone was busy we were not able to notify you."

"Busy how, please? We're always home doing nothing." Wisely snorted.

"Wisely." Feedler called out, "I told you to keep quiet, haven't I?"

"But wait," Allen said, locking his eyes with Adam's, "In a week it will be…"

The sudden enlightenment that Allen's statement provided made the room freeze in time and fall into a deep silence; the eyes of the Noahs all directed to the Earl.

The presence of the maids serving the various dishes was forgotten –no, ignored. Kanda wondered if any of those people ever acknowledged their servants; apparently, Sheryl was not the only one with a sickening attitude.

Kanda had not noticed Wisely holding his breath, Lulubell's grip tightening around the glass, nor Mercym gritting his teeth, but he, undoubtedly, took grasp of the sight of Mightra's hand that travelled towards Allen's to squeeze it.

"Yes, it will be the twenty-fifth anniversary of Adam becoming the Earl," Road declared, then turned her head toward Tryde, as if she was asking him to support her statement, "Right?"

And the latter could only mutter, "…Right."


Despite the tension at the beginning of dinner, the rest of it went on smoothly, and Lavi somehow managed to accept the rudeness of his hosts when he noticed that they had the same attitude even toward each other. The food served was scrumptious, and noting the delighted figures of the guests, Feedler had revealed that the cook was a decorated chef. Dinner went on, topics of discussion varied, and changed every two minutes as each one of the hosts took part in speaking their mind; sometimes small, and not so innocent words quickly transformed the table into a chaotic warfare that the Earl dissolved effortlessly.

It was later in the evening, after having cheesecake for dessert that both hosts and guests took their leave to a modest living room, which rested next to the dining room.

Tea and cookies were served. Adam took a seat on the armchair near the burning chimney and took pleasure in knitting. The other scattered all around the room; Lavi sat next to Kanda –it was a reflex due to the Japanese's frequent outbursts that Lavi had to physically stop. Road, Wisely and Skin made themselves comfortable on the same sofa and, without missing a heartbeat, started consuming sweets in an unhealthy way. Lulubell had taken refuge in her tea and the soothing company of Feedler, while the twins were leaning on each other, one teasing the other. The hooded person named Mightra was isolated in the back of the room on an armchair with a book in hands. Sheryl, Mercym and Tryde sat across of Lavi and Kanda and started to discuss about cars; in spite of his repulsing attitude, Sheryl had a very good taste in car, Lavi noted.

Tyki, whose ebony hair fell like cascades on his face, had his back facing the window as he smoked a cigarette. He watched as the green haired young woman walked toward Allen, and smirked.

"Allen, right?" Lenalee said, flashing a smile to the white haired man who was running a hand through the books on the gigantic bookcase.

Turning his head toward the voice calling for him, Allen flashed back a polite smile, "Miss Lenalee." He acknowledged, nodding.

"Lenalee is fine," She chuckled, blushing faintly, "I was wondering if you could suggest me a novel to read at night. I haven't brought any with me, and you seemed to be the best person to ask." As she wavered her fingers in the direction of the bookcase.

"It would be my pleasure." He spoke as his hand went back to its deed, "But I'd like you to specify me a genre. You seem to like rom-coms, no?"

"I'm actually more inclined toward mysteries and thrillers." Lenalee corrected, tilting her head to the side, and Allen let out a soft hum.

"I would've never guessed."

"Because I look like a softie?"

"Because you are a softie."

"You don't know me."

"That's true, but I can tell."

"You're a funny guy." She commented, smiling.

"Thank you for the compliment."

But before Lenalee could take their conversation further, a third party joined them.

"I am sorry little lady," Tyki interrupted, bringing Allen closer to him as he put his hand on his shoulder, "But this lad here is mine"

It took Lenalee a moment, then her face went through the different shades of red. The gaze of everyone in the room was now on them.

"I-I-I'm…s-sorry, it wasn't my i-intention!" she said, distressed, as her eyes went from Allen to Tyki. The next moment, laughter echoed through the room, while Kanda and Lavi comprehended nothing.

Road giggled, holding her tummy, "You're so gay for Allen, Tyki." To which the twins snickered, "Tyki's gay, so gay!"

"Well, the boy has undeniably attractive looks." Tyki lifted a shoulder, smiling.

Then Wisely added smugly, "And a fine arse too."

"His personality is quiet sordid, though." Mercym pointed out, earning a frown from the white haired.

"It can be remedied."

"I can quite view him in bed, naked and flushed; a masterpiece, I swear." Road beamed, throwing a candy in her mouth.

And Sheryl added, not helping at all, "I can picture Tyki; oh, so perfect!" the disturbing images he had in mind made him nosebleed, making the guests jerk in disgust. Next to him, Tryde sighed as he handed him a white handkerchief.

"Can you all stop undressing me with your eyes, please? Furthermore, leave my single arse alone." Allen barked, irritated, shoving Tyki's hand off him.

Wisely snorted, "Poor Tyki, you were harshly rejected."

Tyki smiled and gently stroked Allen's white locks, then made his way toward the sofa to take a seat next to Lavi, "Don't worry about it, I will easily make him change his mind. I always do." He turned his head and winked, "Right, Allen?"

"Feedler please remind me to lock my door tonight," Allen shook his head as he handed to book to the green haired young woman, and then tilted his chin toward the empty sofa, asking her to join him.

The two walked as the family continued commenting on Tyki and Allen's situation –much to the dislike of the white haired young man.

"Tyki-pon, you can't do that!" Adam debated, putting the knitting kit on his knees. Lavi thought that the voice of reason had finally spoken, and profoundly thanked the Gods.

"You have to leave him some personal space and accept his reluctance. Don't force it; Allen will come by himself toward you."

'What the fuck!' Kanda suppressed the urge to voice his thoughts.

Road balled her hands together to her chest, "That was so poetic, Earl!"

"Your words have touched me deeply." Tyki mused, raising his cup of tea, and Allen whined,

"Earl! You too?!"

The laughter that echoed did nothing but make the situation even…odder.

"Um," Lavi said, not sure if it was the right thing to do, as he looked back and forth from Allen to Tyki. "Aren't you two… brothers?"

"Brothers?" Sheryl furrowed his brows, the idea almost repulsing him.

The Earl put a hand on his cheek, surprised. "Oh right, silly me! I haven't properly introduced everyone. Allen is actually my nephew… my late brother's son, whereas Road and Wisely are my grandchildren. The others are my children."

Even if the situation was cleared, in Lavi's point of view it was still awkward. "Ah… I see."

Allen sighed, handing Lenalee the plate of cookies, "Stop teasing, you guys. You've made it awkward with our guests."

"Oh no, don't worry man, we don't judge! Kanda's bi, so…" the redhead defended when he felt that his words offended Allen. And Kanda growled.

"Shut the fuck up, stupid rabbit!"

"Kanda!" Lenalee called out, taken aback by her friend's choice of words. Honestly, those two never made it easy for her.

"Oh my." Road muttered behind the palm of her hand.

What followed that outburst was, however, more comical than anything that could have happened that evening. A smirking blonde Lulubell extended her hand toward a shocked Feedler who, reluctantly, handed her money he took out of his pocket.

"I can't believe you got it right, Lulu. He doesn't seem like a person who swings both ways." He said, looking at the long gone money.

"Never doubt women's instincts."

Lenalee hushed a giggle and Lavi stared at the dumbfounded before exploding in laughter, "I can't believe they made a bet on your sexual orientation, Yu!"

"What the fuck?!"

"How many times did I tell you to stop making such bets, Lulu-chan?" the Earl reprimanded as everyone else in the room exploded in laughter.

"My apologies, Earl, but a hundred pounds were at stake." She said, not meaning her apologies, as she fanned herself with the money in hand. A triumphant look adorning her face.

"That said," Allen joined, sipping his tea, "He's got a body to die for. Lucky those who had him in bed."

Hands on their chins, Tyki, Road and Wisely nodded, approving of their cousin's statement, making Kanda enraged than ever.

"Shut up or I'll fucking kill you, moyashi!" he hissed, a vein popping in his forehead.

"I beg your pardon, but I am no bean sprout! That was quite offending, if I dare say!" Allen retorted back, annoyance evident in his tone.

While the two kept on bickering, Lavi threw Lenalee a surprised look, and mouthed her, 'He understands Japanese!'

"Like I care, stupid moyashi."

And as usual, Wisely made his entrance, worsening the situation. "Allen made a new friend, how unusual." He said elbowing his sister who giggled.

"I'd rather have you take that back, Wise, I am not to degrade of myself and befriend a jerKanda like him."

"I'm going to fucking kill you now!" Kanda threatened as he got up from his seat and Lavi threw himself on his friend to stop him from executing his words, "Kanda, chill!"

"You seem to be enjoying yourself, Allen-pon, but please refrain from insulting out guests." Adam noted, making his nephew freeze in place.

"Y-yes, of course Earl."

"I'd say that Allen was praising him rather than insulting." Tyki corrected, but his words were met by even harsher words.

"That's enough, Tyki." Escaping the gaze of Adam, Tyki cleared his throat and lighted a cigarette.

Lavi had taken notice of the sudden change in the atmosphere. It felt like that cliché scene of when you are at your friend's house and they get yelled at by their parents, and all you can do is sit, silently, hoping for the ground to crack open and swallow you toward Satan.

"Right, I saw a picture hung on the wall of the Hall, whose picture is it?" Lavi asked, hoping to make a light hearted conversation.

"Oh, yes," Adam responded simply, "It is a picture of my late father."

"The previous Earl Campbell?" Lenalee asked, understanding her friend's intent.

"No, the previous earl is my late maternal uncle. My father's last name was Noah, he became part of the Campbell family when he married my mother, Katerina Eve Campbell. This is why my name is Adam Campbell Noah."

Seeing that the situation had calmed down a little, Lavi innocently pushed further with his questions, "Your uncle had no children?"

At those words, the Earl stopped his deed, and rested his knitting kit on the low table next to him; everyone had gone uncomfortably silent, the burning chimney was the only sound that occupied the room.

"He did." He sighed, "He did."

"Did?"Automatically, Lavi repeated, but regretted his word soon after.

"They all died." A shiver ran down the trio's spines.

"On one unfortunate summer day, when the entire family, namely, my grandmother, my uncle, his wife and children, and my two other aunts, their husbands and children, were in the manor's chapel praying, a sudden fire swallowed the place." Adam narrated, his eyes lost in the horizon, perceiving nothing but the emptiness that hollowed his heart. "The reasons behind that fire are still unknown; the local police classed the case as an accident caused by natural factors. My… brothers and I were sick that day, and mother had stayed behind to take care of us, if it wasn't for that, we would have also died that day."

Gentle rain drops falling were heard, slowly turning into harsh and sharp rocks. A cold wind slipped through the ajar window,

"I am sorry to hear about this; it must've been hard for you." Lavi muttered, emotions whirling in his heart.

"We were teenagers at that time, still living naively, running in the gold swath… perhaps, that incident was the reason why our family was…" but his sentence was never finished.

"But we are happy now." Road interjected through the silence, "We are a big happy family now. Nothing can tear us apart, nothing."

As the antique wooden clock's pendulum cried midnight, a lightening stroke, and the light of its electric discharge penetrated the room. Lavi jerked; it was only at that moment that he noticed the cold weather that reigned in the room.

"Midnight," Tyki mused admits the silence as he walked over to close the window, "The strange mystic hour, when the veil between the frail present and the eternal future grows thins."

"Saying something like that won't make you sound cool, you know." Tryde finally spoke after his long silence, earning a smirk from Tyki.

"Tyki's a stupid wannabe!" Devit snorted with Jasedero echoing behind him, "Wannabe, wannabe!"

"Are you sure you aren't some kind of clown?" Mercym smiled.

The ebony haired man took a deep breath in his cigarette then declared, his lips lifting into an eerie smile. "Of course not. Nobody likes a clown at midnight."

Wisely got up and outstretched his limbs, "Please, drop dead."

"Such a loving nephew!"

"I guess it is bed time." Adam said, ignoring his children, and turned toward Allen. "Allen since your room is near our guests', will you accompany them?"

"Surely, Earl. Your wish is my command." Allen smiled, got up and the trio did the same.

In the low light of the room, Lavi could distinguish fatigue on the features of their guests, emotional fatigue.

"Well then our dear guests, we wish you a good night sleep."

The trio excused themselves for the night and followed Allen; he had first went to exchanged few silent words with Mightra, who had not even once joined them in talking, before exiting the room

The corridors were dimly lighted by hanged torches; the walk was silent. Both guests and host were tired to speak; moreover, none of them knew what to exactly say. Remembering the book she had in hands, Lenalee turned it over to see what Novel she was given by Allen.

Needful Things, by Stephen King.

Despite being a book person, Lenalee had read only one book by King in her childhood and it was It; it was probably that novel that made of her the horror and occult lover she was today, but it was also funny how she did not read any other King work. She had to admit that Allen had quite the taste. She flipped open the first pages and started reading, « I have heard of many going astray even in the village streets, when the darkness was so thick you could cut it with a knife, as the saying is...»

And then she remembered, "Ah, right! I was meaning to ask," she said, hurrying in her pace to catch up with Allen after closing the book. "I was speaking earlier with my brother, but the line got cut and the calls weren't passing. Is the signal that bad here?"

Allen pouted, pensive, "To be honest, there is practically no signal in the manor."

"What? How am I going to contact my brother?"

"Her brother is a sis-con; he would go on a rampage if he doesn't speak with her at least five times a day." Lavi snickered from behind; a sis-con that would gladly cross the world if his sister did not pick up.

"Well, you can use the main phone of the manor which is the only one to work, and you might've noticed that the ones in your rooms are out of service. Unlike the village, the manor is situated in the woods, and since we don't have much contact with the outside world, the Earl deemed it unnecessary to fix it."

"And how do you live like this? I mean, no phones, no television, no internet? How is that even possible man?"

"We've grown used to it, we don't have any use for that kind of things. Maybe it is weird to you because for you those are essential life materials, whereas for us they are of no use. The noise and vivacity of the cities are unbearable to me; whenever I go there I get sick."

Lenalee pondered, frowning, "Do you never get bored? There is practically nothing to do here."

A glimpse of enthusiast was caught in his eyes as he spoke of his favorite exercises, "On the very contrary, there are many activities, like fishing, hunting, gardening, relaxing, meditating, reading, playing music, riding on the horses, playing games with my family etc."

"I feel like you're a character from the eighteenth century. It's interesting." The green haired young lady giggled, hugging the book.

"You mean boring," Kanda said, clicking his tongue.

"Shut up, Yu, don't act like this. I know that deep down you enjoy these activities too, well save from playing games with family." Lavi pointed out, then caught up with Allen, leaving Kanda behind. "Hey, Al did you know? Kanda actually hates playing board games because he sucks at them and always ends up losing, moreover, he's a sore loser!"

"Don't you know what shutting the fuck up means? If you continue I will kill you." He growled from behind them; killing intent spreading from him like sunrays.

"Really?" Allen hummed, eyeing Kanda from the corner of his eyes, "I'd like to hear more about that, but unfortunately we've arrived." He stopped in his tracks and smiled at his guests.

"Wanna stay up with us a bit more?" Lavi offered, thinking of playing cards, while laughing over their lame jokes like he used to do with his friends.

"I'd have to decline, it's past midnight already and I am a morning person."

"You're no fun, Al!"

Allen was taken aback by the sudden informality Lavi was beaming, but decided not to comment on it. "Another time, perhaps."

"By the way, the Earl said you room is near to ours; where is it?" Lenalee asked out of sudden.

Allen paused for a moment, "The last room down this corridor." Then quickly excused himself before anymore questions were asked, "Good night everyone."

"Good night." Lavi and Lenalee said in unison while Kanda entered his room without saying a word. "Please excuse his boldness, it's just his character."

But Allen, deep down, did not care less about him or the other two guests, he simply wished for them to leave the manor as soon as possible, because he was sure their stay was going to cause a lot of damage to the manor's peaceful life.

The gray-haired young man simply smiled, and left.


Tyki raised a brow upon noticing who was standing by the door of his bedroom.

"Miss me already?" he said playfully, standing in front of the blonde, who seemed to be in a bad temper. "See? I was right. You're unable to survive without me beside you."

"What are you trying to accomplish?" Lulubell asked, anger apparent in her tone.

"Getting Allen in my bed." Tyki shrugged, a smirk adorning his face and despite the dim place, Lulubell was able to see it.

"Don't play around with me," she spat, gritting her teeth as she brought her slender body closer to Tyki's, who had used that opening to run his hand through her long blonde lock, "You know that I hate these silly games of yours." Lulubell continued.

"But you love them when we are alone, don't you?" he whispered against her ear; his cigarette smelling breath tickled her naked neck.

Lulubell cursed under her breath; she had known it from the beginning, there was no way she could run away from his electrifying grips.

Despite everything that had happened between them, despite every reason that should make her hate him, Lulubell knew that her every limb was tightly tied to him with transparent chains; rusted, filthy and sinful chains adorned with passion and desire.

Despite everything, she would do anything to be between his loving arms that would later on break her to tiny pieces.

"Stop denying," he whispered, smacking her to the wall. His hand was caressing her petite form, as he ornamented her neck with feathery kisses that burned her fair skin. "You want me."

He was right. Tyki was always right, she wanted him.

Lulubell will always want him and no one else, despite being the person who broke her most.

Her closed eyes and quickened breath was the only permission he needed; Tyki brought his face closer and brushed his lips against hers first, as if to confirm that she was real. That the Lulubell, who he had forcefully pushed away and torn apart, was truly between his hands once again.

Slowly and tenderly their lips crushed, and their senses awoke.

It was a euphoric feeling that felt right despite being so wrong.

Their lips played sensually a delirium song that took them to a completely different world; she griped him tightly, as the kiss dangerously deepened and his lecherous hands ran on her body .

This was a lie, they both knew it, but it did not stop them. Even if in the morning they would say how wrong doing it was, they both knew how hard they wanted and needed this.

This thing was lethal to both of them.

Lulubell knew that Tyki's carnal senses were finally awaken when the kisses became rougher, more intense, more hungry… there was no backing down now. But then a voice interrupted them.

"Seeing something like this after midnight reminds me of my nonexistent love life," Wisely said as he emerged from the darkness, taking the two by surprise, "and sex life, too."

While Tyki was unfazed by the interruption, Lulubell, on the other hand, roughly pushed him away from her.

"What are you doing here, Wise?" she spat, breathing with difficulty.

"Took Skin to his room, and now going to mine." He answered flatly as he continued to walk toward them, eyes going back and forth from Tyki to Lulubell.

Lulubell's entire body was failing her, and she knew if she did not leave that place right now, she would lose it.

"I warned you, Tyki! You better stop that, or you will pay for it." Lulubell warned –more like threatened– Tyki one last time before she stormed out of the scene.

Wisely stopped in front of Tyki, and with much disdain, could not read the eyes of his uncle. Running a hand through his hair, he uttered, unfazed,

"I think it's our punishment to be infatuated with our sisters."

"Perhaps, it is. But we love to sin, don't we?" Tyki said, and then sighed, reaching for a cigarette to light. "Women are truly a handful."

"I beg to differ, you're a jerk. That's why."

"That's true." Tyki smirked, then seriousness took over his features. "By the way Wise, has Road told you anything on our guests and that so called party?"

"No, why are you asking though?"

"Don't play it dumb with me, we both know that something happened, the others must've noticed too. There is no way in hell that we host a party, let alone on that day."

He looked at Wisely in the eyes, no feelings apparent. "On that tragic day when we all died."


Mimi took out her personal set of keys and started looking for the study building's key. She cursed under her breath the many keys she had; that cursed manor had too many damn locks.

When she finally found the right one, Mimi let out an exasperated sigh; she was no tired before even starting her work. She walked across the hall covered with books, and climbed the stairs one by one. Entering the study, which she had opened with the key provided by Road, Mimi sighed at the disaster in front of her.

The entire desk was ravaged; scattered papers, broken glass frames, carpet dirtied with Chinese anchor, etc. Mimi sighed again; it was going to be a long night.

It had been a while since the Earl's last violent outburst.

For many years now, the Earl's mental health had been growing worse; she did not know when it happened, but she was told on one night by a drunk Lulubell that it all started after the death of his brother fifteen years ago.

Mimi was taken into the Campbell household only ten year ago; thus she ignored many of the events that happened before that, but over the years, she had grown into a trusted maid that Lulubell adored, and Road relied on. As if now, Mimi was involved more in the secrets of the manor more than any other servant, and she was doing her best to keep her position.

Mimi walked toward the small furniture that displayed the antique firearm that the Campbell Earls inherited generation after generation. She contemplated the weapon and reached for it to hold it. It wasn't the first time she was seeing it, nor holding it, but every time her eyes laid on it, uneasiness tightened her heart, spreading fear into her bone.

It was only when she looked up, that Mimi noticed that the curtains were open, and her gaze locked with a pair of onyx eyes. Despite the heavy rain, Mimi recognized the person on the building across of her as the Japanese guest who came today. She gently put back the firearm in its rightful place to roughly close the red curtains.


When the Chinese young woman opened her eyes, going to the toilet was the first thing that crossed her mind. Ever since she was born, Lenalee was said to have a narrow urinary bladder; thus, she had the inability to hold herself for too long and had to expel her biologic liquids as soon as she had an urge. She took a look at the wooden, antique clock, which harbored roman numbers and let out a soft grown at the time.

What Lenalee hated most was waking up before dawn to go to the toilet, because her beauty sleep would be disturbed. Getting out of bed, the green haired young woman took out her dressing gown from the closet and made her way out of the room.

Lenalee was content that her door made no creaking sound; the silent corridor was pitch black, there was not even an ounce of moonlight. She walked in a quiet and hurried pace, illuminating her way with her phone-torch; if she remembered well, the maid had said that the restroom was on one of the left turnings down the corridor. Lenalee poked her head at the first turning and saw a dead end with two condemned doors, and so she continued her walk and took the second turning, which she believed was the right one. The walls were covered with medieval tapestries that depicted the War of the Roses; Lenalee walked, never taking her eyes off the walls until she, unknowingly, found herself climbing down stone stairs that led her to a bizarre corridor.

It was a long corridor which walls were all covered with glass; on each of the dead ends stood a fine piece of sculpture. The one on the right depicted a Greek woman in tears who had her own heart in hands, while the one facing it was the sculpture of a repulsing chimera. There, in that immense corridor was one single wooden door; an ajar door with light escaping from it.

A shiver ran down her spin; Lenalee knew it, she was lost.

The sane part of her mind had requested to leave the place and go search for the toilet, but the stubborn one was demanding to go investigate the place. The pain down her stomach was getting worse by the minute, and she did not know what to do any longer.

Deciding to live the moment, she let go of the last bits of sanity she had and walked toward the ajar door. Lenalee poked her head through the door, and was met with a lightened room empty of human presence. She turned off her phone torch and examined the room.

It was a beautiful Victorian bedroom with a king-sized canopy bed with crimson curtains, with two nightstands on both sides. A wooden wardrobe stood on the right, and a dressing table on the far left extremity near the door. Lenalee walked in, nervous; the night lights on the nightstands were turned on. The room was tidy, nothing unusual about it; the green haired approached the wardrobe and opened it only to find clothes hanged. The drawers of the nightstands contained few meaningless items that she did not bother to go through, then she travelled toward the dressing table.

There, lying, as if asking to be picked, was a leather copybook with the initials, K.E.C, carved on it. It was a diary, but when she was about to open it a monotone voice called from behind, scaring the Chinese young girl, who jerked.

"What are you doing here?"

Quickly Lenalee hid the copybook under her dressing gown and turned around to face the unexpected guest, only to discover the most handsome man of the family. "You scared me." Lenalee said, letting out a sigh of relief.

"What are you doing here?" he asked once again, running his medieval bronze torch around the room, as if to inspect it.

"I—" at that moment, Lenalee felt really silly to admit it out loud, "Got lost."

The man with golden eyes let out a long suspicious hum, then outstretched his free hand toward the door, silently requesting her to leave. Lenalee hurriedly walked out of the room, avoiding the piercing eyes of that handsome man, whom she had forgotten the name. Well, no one is able to remember the names of fourteen people from the first meeting after all.

After he had turned off the night lights, and slowly closed the creaky, wooden door, he stood for a moment analyzing the young woman from head to toe. The green haired wished under her breath that he had not took notice of the missing diary on the dressing table and she slightly trembled when his eyes landed on hers.

What she felt was something indescribable; a merge of fright and excitement that ran through her skin like small needles. That man's gaze was captivating, and his deep voice…hypnotizing.

"How did you get in this room?" he asked, not moving an inch from his place. Lenalee brought her hands together as if to master her powers to stand up to that man's sweltering presence.

"The door was opened." She said with confidence; that's right, there was no need to be frightened, she had done nothing wrong –aside from taking the diary– she earnestly got lost in that maze-like manor. "I was on my way to the restroom, but I got lost and stumbled in here."

He suspiciously narrowed his eyes, then simply said as he started to walk away. "Follow me."

Perplex, Lenalee did as told.

She walked silently behind him, contemplating his firm back. At that exact moment Lenalee felt that she was seeing another side of the personality of that bizarre and handsome man who rejoiced the dinner table earlier in the evening. He walked noiselessly, the burning flame of the torch being the prevailing sound in that black, engulfing path.

"We've arrived," he said as he stopped by a door, and Lenalee raised a brow. She was too deep in her thoughts that she had not realized where they were going. "The toilet." He added when he saw her questioning look.

"Right." She answered shyly, hurrying inside. Turning on the lights of the restroom, Lenalee looked at her reflection on the mirror, then let out a silent sigh.

However, she had not imagined that the moment she went out of the restroom she would face him once again. Lenalee stayed immobilized for few moments then said, "Shall we go, then?"

"Wait a minute." He said as he dangerously approached the young woman; her body reacted to the man who was few inches away. His breath tickled her cheeks, whereas his perfume invaded all her senses; taken by the moment, Lenalee shut her eyes tightly.

A second passed, then another, then another…nothing had happened, and all she heard was a soft click.

When she had opened her eyes, the man was back to where he stood. "You had left the door open." He noted, "I'd like you to know that closing the doors is a must. The Earl dislikes seeing unnecessarily opened or ajar doors."

A sudden heat grew in Lenalee's cheeks; how in the world did she imagine that something indecent would happen between her and that man? She felt her heart stinging, but she wasn't sure if it was from relief or deception.

Her room happened to be nearer than expected from the bathroom; because of this, Lenalee was now more resolved than ever to memorize every way she would need to know.

"Thank you for everything, mister…err…." Lenalee said, stuttering and cursing herself for not remembering his name, as they both stood by the door of her room.

"Tyki," he corrected, smiling, "Tyki Mikk Noah, and you can drop the formalities."

The smiling face of Tyki was beautiful, Lenalee noted. It was not one of those smiled he had on his face earlier that evening, it was a smile that felt…earnest and kind.

"Good night, young girl." Tyki declared as he started to walk away without waiting for her to respond.

Still blushing, Lenalee shouted sotto voce, "Good night, Tyki!"

Soon enough, the walking figure of him disappeared from sight; Lenalee quietly entered her room and walked to her bed. Taking off her dressing gown, she pulled out the diary she had hidden under the elastic of her pants.

Taking a deep breath, the green haired young woman opened the diary. On the first page was written with ink, Katrina Eve Campbell.

Bingo, she had put her hands on a lead.

There happened to be several torn pages in the middle of the diary, but that did not faze Lenalee because those memories, which were forcefully taken out, will be easily discovered. Suddenly, a small paper slipped out from in-between the pages; bending to grab it, she noticed that it was a picture of two black haired boys smiling and on its back was hand-written, Mana and Nea.

Her resolve to start reading the diary right away was crushed by the intense yawning she had. Lenalee caressed the diary one last time before hiding it between her clothes that she arranged in the room's closet, and quickly went under her blankets.

Unbeknown to her, the diary she had held dearly in her frail feminine hands contained secrets meant to stay buried forever.


Diary of the Dead


A/N:

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand guess who's back with a new chapter? :D

Hello again and thank you for reading! The story is finally progressing and everyone (almost) was introduced. Ah writing this chapter was so much fun, even if took me a long time to finish.

I have so much to say, but i suddenly lost all my words XD if you guys have any questions, feel free to ask!

"Midnight, the strange mystic hour, when the veil between the frail present and the eternal future grows thins." -Harriet Stowe.

"Nobody likes a clown at midnight." -Stephen King.

Needful Things is the first novel of King i've ever read (when i was thirteen), and by far my favorite. I suggest it to every horror novels lovers in here!

That said, a big thank you to everyone who liked, followed and reviewed.

See you guys next chapter!