Author's Note: OKAY! So, I'm glad to hear some people like my first chapter, thank you! So, on with the show!

Valentin's head rest against to cold metal door of his locker as his lazily thumped it with a limp hand. Sighing for the billionth time, Valentin took out his sleek red cell phone and flipped it open. It had been an hour since he had been shoved into his own locker and school had ended. No phone calls or texts from his older brother asking where he was. He wouldn't get any anyways because his brother was asleep and wouldn't wake up until 7:30 for work. Another three hours from now. Valentin rolled his eyes and lifted his head to hit it against the metal door. "What is it!" he hissed to himself. "Ugh! All those years of the basics, and I can remember that? Come on Valentin!" The blonde cursed himself for not remembering a simple spell to move things on their own. "Oh!" he remembered. Valentin put his ear to the cold metal locker door and murmured a few words, listening for the right numbers to click and flicked his finger in an upward motion, the locker opening.

Meanwhile in an English room some ways down the hall, Gilbert sat in detention for spacing out all class period, again, and for not turning any homework for the past week. Currently he was catching up in his missing work, Mr. Michaelis watching him like a hawk. Gilbert lifted his head when he thought he heard banging. "What is it Gilbert?" Mr. Michaelis asked from his desk, glasses slipping down his nose. "Do you hear that?" The English teacher furrowed his brows and listened. Standing up, swivel chair rolling away to hit the wall, the teacher moved towards the door. "Stay here." he warned his student before leaving the room and gong down he hall towards the sound when it stopped. Stopping the middle of the hallway, listening, he shrugged and shook his head when he didn't hear anything, heading back to his own classroom. "It was nothing." he said, closing the door behind him and returning to his desk. "I'm done." Gilbert announced, putting his pencil down and shuffling his papers. "Bring them here." Mr. Michaelis gestured. Gilbert did as he was told and readied himself to leave. "Be sure to finished your work on time, Mr. Beilschmidt, I do have other things I prefer to do than to sit in detention with you." Gilbert rolled his eyes before remarking, "No promises." and he slipped out of the room. Walking down the hall way he heard murmuring from a locker before it opened by itself and out stepped the new kid from his Homeroom. Valentin brushed him self off, rubbed his forehead, grabbed his book bag from his locker and slammed it shut loudly, grumbling. The Romanian turned around, fixing his hat, and walked out of the building. Gilbert raised an eye brow and followed him out. He would have liked to strike up a conversation with the new kid, maybe walk him home, but he knew he had to get home himself. His dad was going to bite his head off the moment he stepped through the door, he just knew it. Gilbert just hoped hi father worked late today and that his brother wouldn't tell on him again.

Gilbert ran all the way to his house, not seeing his father's car in the drive way, he breathed a sigh of relief. Hopping up the few stairs to his cookie-cutter style home, Gilbert opened the door and went inside, calling for his brother, "Lud! You home?" Gil threw his book bag onto the couch and looked towards the stairs. "In my room!" came the response. "Is Vati home?"

"Not yet." Gilbert nodded and went into the kitchen to get something to eat.

Valentin sauntered home, a bruise from hitting a hook in his locker forming on his forehead. Luckily he could hide it with his bangs. When Valentin finally arrived home, he looked at his new house, finally realizing just how creepy and vampire like it really was. It looked liked one of those stereotypical haunted looking houses, just a much more condensed version, on the corner, and a lot more well taken care of. It was a weird purple-maroon color, a porch as long as the front of the house with three wide, wooden steps leading up to it, a dull, worn white whicker arm chair in the far right corner of the porch. A large window was placed on the left side of the door, curtains open to reveal the living room inside. There was a black wrought iron fence surrounding the house, a rectangular black mail box hanging from it, meeting the neighbors' to the right, next door, which also happened to be Valentin's Homeroom and math teachers. There were white rose bushes in the front, lining the front of the porch and the walkway from the gate to the first stair. In the back were pots of flowers of all kinds near the back door. Since Valentin had moved here, he wanted to do something about his brother's unkempt and dying backyard, so he asked him if he could turn it into a garden. He was currently working on it, hence the many pots of flowers.

Skipping up the stairs, Valentin unlocked the red front door and walked inside, tossing his book bag onto the Victorian style armchair next to the door. "I'm home." he whispered. The Living room was small with Victorian style wallpaper and furniture. An armchair near the front door, part of it peaking past the window, with a matching ottoman foot rest at an angle in front of it, a matching couch in the middle of the room facing the west wall, a coffee table in front of it with magazines and TV remote on it. Small square tables with lamps on either side of the couch. There was a fire place on the wall facing the couch, a flat screen television hanging above it on the cream colored cobble like stoned part of the wall the fireplace was apart of. Some feet away from that, on the same wall, tucked in the left hand corner, directly across from the armchair was a small piano. It was no grand piano, just the right shape and size to fit snugly in the corner against the wall, a small, maroon colored leather seated bench near it. A large plant sat in the other corner, a wall jutting out near it with a door leading to a study with a large, many paned window covered by curtains. Outside that room was a hallway nestled between it and a stair case leading to a door at the end. Behind that was an abundant indoor garden/entertaining room (According to Vali) thanks to the Romanian boy. All a long the hall were framed photos of family, spanning to when the camera first came to be. Against the stairs was a door that led to a tiny bathroom and next to that another door with a slanted top. Through that door was a dark space, a light bulb hanging, a few steps downward to another wooden, medieval looking door with iron on it and the handle was locked with a heavy pad lock. This was Valentin's special room. It held all of his most precious items.

Back upstairs, next to the front door was a small space with hooks for keys and a mirror. Then there was a wall that jut out from the other, doorway with no door, wall with a mantle that held many little trinkets that were mostly his brother's, then another door-less entryway before you reached the stairs. Behind that wall was a little kitchen with a pale yellow scheme and against it was a rectangular table with a chair on either end and two on the exposed side. In the corner nearest the first open doorway was the old white fridge, little magnets and notes dotting it, a counter, stove, counter tucked in the corner, sink next to it, then another counter space. There was a plastic white trash can next to the last counter, then the back door. By the back door on the opposite wall of the fridge, which was a supply closet. Up the stairs, on the wall were more framed photos, then a door which was another bath room. On the opposite wall was a guest bedroom, across from that his brother's bedroom, and at the end of the hall was Valentin's bedroom. That was it, that was his house.

With a sigh, Valentin walked into the bath room to check his forming bruise, then up to his room to change. He had to walk his dog and no doubt would his cat want to come.

Back at Gilbert's house

Gil was in the kitchen playing with Aster when the front door slammed open then closed. In stormed Gil's dad, pissed and ready to blow. "Hi Vati." Gilbert greeted casually, only looking up from his dog for a moment before back down and continuing to ruffle blonde fur. "Gilbert. What time did you get home today?" The boy in question just shrugged as he pet his dog. "Gilbert!" The German boy jumped at the sudden increase in volume. "Was?" he yelled, stopping his ministrations with his dog. "Look at me when I'm talking to you." his father growled. Gilbert swallowed. In all honesty, he was terrified of his father. He knew what he was capable of. His father had never beat him or his brother physically, he did beat his eldest son down with words, and that was what Gilbert hated, what he feared. The verbal abuse hurt immensely, and even more so because it was only ever directed towards him, never did his father say anything negative to his youngest son, Ludwig. Gilbert did as he was told silently. "Now. What time did you get home today?" Gilbert swallowed hard. He knew better than to lie to his father, but he would be punished for telling the truth anyways. Instead he just shrugged. "Why?" His father crossed his arms. "You didn't walk you brother home today, did you?" Gil opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by his father's shouting. "Ludwig!" The sound of rushed footsteps down stairs was heard before Gilbert's younger brother appeared in the kitchen doorway, next to his father. "Ja, Vati?"

"Did your brother walk you home today?" Gilbert looked at his brother with an anxious expression. Ludwig cast his eyes downward. He never liked telling on his brother, but he didn't like to anger his father more. "Nein, sir." Gilbert sighed and his shoulders sagged in defeat. "Humph. Like I thought. You got another detention, didn't you?" The oldest German boy nodded solemnly. "You disappoint me so much Gilbert, it's absolutely ridiculous. Nothing I do will change you, will it? No amount of punishment will do anything, will it?" The man shook his head. "Go to your room. I don't want to see you until dinner." Gilbert walked away with his head down, throwing a dirty look at his brother as he passed him in the door way.

Gilbert flopped on his bed, limbs hanging off all edges and face buried in a white pillow. He moved his head to look at his little bird, Gilbird, his trusty companion on a perch in his large brass cage. "Hey buddy. Looks like it's just you and me for a while. My old man doesn't even wanna look at me. " he only got a chirp in response. "I know right."

Back at Valentin's house

Valentin was seated at the kitchen table doing homework when his brother, Aleks, came in, wearing his pajama pants and rubbing his eyes. "Good morning sunshine, the Earth says hello." Valentin said, watching his brother flop with his feet to the fridge. "Well shut up Earth, Sunshine's in no mood." The blonde chuckled at his brother, setting his pencil down. "How was your first day, sunbeam?" the younger sighed, "I already got a group of people who are going to make my life here a living hell."

"Oh, don't overreact" Aleks scoffed, getting out a jug of milk, a bowl, and then a box of cereal. "I'm not. They actually told me that. Oh, but I do have a title now." Aleks looked at his little brother warily, sitting down at the other end of the table, "What is it?"

"Vampire." Aleks rolled his eyes dramatically, throwing his head lazily in a few directions as well, then set his down on the table, speaking with his mouth full, "Are you serious? Ugh, Vali, I told you not to talk about him* on the first day. People are gonna think you're weird." Valentin looked at him disbelievingly, putting out his hands, palms up. "I didn't! My teacher only had to say 'Romania' and it was all down hill from there! And you know I don't like talking about that sicko! Every time I do and I get to that part, I always pass out. You know that. It's a very sensitive-"

"Sensitive subject I know." his brother interrupted then sighed. "Just don't do any magic." he said, taking another bite of his cereal. "What! Why not?" Valentin nearly shouted. "Because, sunbeam, that'll only make people make fun of you more. Now, to the problem at hand. You want me to go to the school and talk with the principle about it?" Valentin sighed and shook his head. "No, that'll only give them more of a reason to hate me."

"Have you made any new friends?"

"Yeah, a kid from Norway and one from Britain. They asked me if I wanted to join their club."

"Club? What club?"

"Magic." Valentin said in a small voice, looking away. "Ugh, damnit, Vali! What'd I just say?"

"But I already agreed! Please Aleks! You know how much like magic, please! I'm real good at it too! I even used it to get out of my locker when those kids shoved me in it!" the Romanian begged. "They WHAT?" Aleks shouted in anger. "Oh, yeah. I guess I forgot to tell you." he rubbed the back of his head. "Forgot! What do you mean you forgot! Vali! They shoved you in a locker! How do you forget that?" Valentin shrugged. Aleks just rolled his eyes and finished his now soggy cereal. "Hey, how come I'm sunbeam?"

"Because I'm sunshine, and since I'm the older brother, and Sunshine is bigger, you're my little sunbeam, cause you're younger and a sunbeam is smaller."

"Ooh. You got work tonight?" the younger asked, the older nodding his head. "Can I come in tonight?" Aleks shook his head, chewing. "Why?"

"Because," he said swallowing, "You got school in the morning."

"But I gotta learn sometime."

"You can Friday night." Aleks said putting his bowl in the sink and ruffling his brother's hat-less head on the way out and back up the stairs. Valentin sighed and packed up his books, going to spend some time in his special room.

Author's Note: OMG this chapter is sooo boring I am soo sorry! I also just realized that I didn't describe Gil's house at all. Eh, I'll do it in a later chapter, maybe the next one. Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, if ya didn't that's okay, its understandable.

*Him- Vlad the Impaler. I'm sure u all know who he is, the man who Dracula was named after. Well he was quiet the insane sicko, taking a sadistic pleasure in torturing and killing 40,000 to 100,00 people by means of impalement. The way he did this was very specific. He used large stakes, thin enough to fit through the victim's anus, bypassing most vital organs and through the mouth. This would keep the victim alive and in immense pain for days on end. There would be fields of people on stakes. Armies would turn back after seeing so many rotting corpses, it sickened them. I like to think that Valentin loves Romanian history, but cannot stand this event. When ever he starts to talk about it, getting to the part about impalement, he tends to get dizzy and cant stop talking about it or thinking about it and eventually passes out. It's just too grotesque for him, he cant handle it. Sooo yeap, that's that.

See ya next time!