A/N: I'm back…with another story…woo. Anyway, this one features none other than Fayt and Albel. (don't they all? XD). Anyway, Fayt and Albel are spending a week at a haunted house…Fayt's parents died there and it hasn't been lived in for 3 years. I'm sure Albel will be a little OOC…scratch that, a lot OOC...and most of you will probably dislike it…but I'll put it up anyway since it'll get the story idea out of my head.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything! Diddly squat! Nada zip zero zilch! Need I go on?

Fayt: Hi, my name is Fayt Leingod and I will be playing a role in this movie, Terror on Nightmare Street. I'll be sort of playing an alternate version of myself. So, it's a horror movie and I don't usually do horror movies because-

Albel: Because you're a wimp.

Fayt: Shut up, Albel. As I was saying I don't usually do horror movies because, well, the usually have the same storyline. Some people walk into the haunted house and they do dumb things like enter a darkened room or something.

Albel: That's what makes it cool. Then you get to have blood and violence.

Fayt: Uh, if I remember correctly you were freaked out when you watched your first horror movie.

Albel: Just shut up.

Fayt: Anyway, I'm working on this project because Albel insisted. And it has a happy ending so I'm cool with it.

Albel: Good job. Now you just ruined the movie for our viewers.

Fayt: Uhh…okay, it doesn't have a happy ending.

Albel: And now you're lying to them.

Fayt: Well, I'll just tell you right now that Albel and I don't die, Sarah, our lovely director would never have us die.

Albel: But we could lose a few limbs and then that wouldn't be very happy.

Fayt: Right. Well, we'll go back to shooting the movie and have fun watching it!

"Albel!" his mother called.

Albel Nox growled under his breath and pulled his black baseball cap further down over his face and pushed it down on his head. He was busy typing on the computer and he was in no mood to be disturbed.

Albel leaned forward to read an e-mail from Fayt. He and Fayt had been friends for as long as he could remember. Even when Fayt had moved to Florida with an uncle after his dad died, they had still kept in touch. And now, Fayt was finally returning to California.

Albel winced as he heard his door creak open. "Can't you knock?" he growled.

"I just wanted to talk," the woman said softly. She looked at him imploringly with gentle hazel eyes as she anxiously twisted a square of fabric in her hands.

"Fine, Mom," Albel muttered, turning his back to her as he went to answer his e-mail. He wanted desperately to ignore her presence. 'Sure, Fayt. It'll be just like old times..'

Albel's mother sat down on the edge of his bed, staring at the back of his tight red t-shirt. She was a quiet woman, almost completely opposite from her son. Albel was more like his father than her.

"Well, what do you want?" Albel snarled.

Mrs. Nox sighed. Yes, Albel was so much like his father. The same fiery crimson eyes, dark hair, fierce temper. She felt emotion rise up in her chest. She wouldn't allow Albel to grow up to be like his foul father.

Hearing no answer, Albel whirled around. "Well?" He was startled to see the firm set to his mother's pink mouth.

"Albel, have you been sleeping naked again?"

Albel was slightly surprised. "Yes, but you said I could."

"I don't want you doing that when you're at Fayt's house tomorrow."

Albel rolled his eyes. "No one will see. We'll probably be in separate rooms and even if he walks in on me in the morning, I always keep the covers up to my waist."

"Well, I just don't want the temptation in the air."

Albel knocked over his chair to stand in front of his mother. "Who are you suggesting will be tempted, me or Fayt?" he demanded angrily.

She hesitated. "Well, you're both boys-teenage boys."

"Mom, I'm nineteen," Albel roared. In a fury, he snatched up his backpack he had prepared to take to Fayt's house and slammed out of the house.

"Soon I'll be able to move out of the trash heap," Albel muttered to himself as he headed in the direction of Fayt's old house.

His mother watched him from a window. She bowed her head and made the sign of the cross over her lavender dress. "May the Lord protect them, both of them"