A/N: More about Albel and Fayt. XDDD I'm sure some of you have noticed that Fayt has been getting slightly nicer to Albel…that's because a certain someone would rage and/or throw large objects of furniture at me if I didn't. XDD

Disclaimer: I claim full responsibility for traumatizing anyone with scary monsters, but I don't take responsibility for Albel and Fayt….they're just them. XD

It was a hot day outside but oppressively cold inside the house as always. Albel felt extremely bored. He paced the dining room impatiently.

"Nothing is going on!" Albel growled. 'Why am I here to protect you if there's nothing to protect you from?"

Fayt was getting annoyed. He rolled his eyes. "Maybe you'd like to go home if you're bored."

Albel sighed. "No, as soon as I go, something will happen. But that reminds me, my mom's probably worried since I haven't been home in days. She thought I was going to be gone for one night. I should have called earlier, but we were too busy fighting monsters."

"Go ahead," Fayt said listlessly, lying across the couch. He was bored and lethargic.

"Hey, Mom?" Albel paced with the phone in his hand as he talked. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Something came up and we had to stay longer. No, don't worry. I'll be back at the end of the week. We're fine, everything's fine. But maybe you could send over a few-"

Albel scowled and turned to Fayt. "The line went dead."

"Try calling back," Fayt suggested. "Maybe in her area there are connection issues."

Albel tried again and then tried another number. "No, the line's definitely dead."

Fayt frowned. "That's odd."

"The ghost did it," Albel grumbled.

"Why? What did you want her to send over?"

"The police," Albel muttered.

"That makes sense. The ghosts are trying to get rid of us. They don't want any more people here."

"They're just scared of the police," Albel scoffed. "Maybe they think the police will condemn it."

"Albel, these ghosts aren't afraid of anything."

"They're scared of their house being destroyed."

Fayt sighed patiently. "They wouldn't let anyone do that. They'd sic a giant plant on them or something."

"It hasn't worked so far," Albel said contemptuously.

"Albel, stop it! They'll hear you."

"They don't scare me," Albel said gruffly.

Fayt looked at Albel worriedly. "You're going to get us killed," he hissed.

Albel smiled. "Trust me, Fayt. I know what I'm doing. They aren't that strong."

Fayt stared at Albel, realization beginning to dawn on him. Albel was taunting them.

"After all, they're afraid to even show themselves," Albel continued.

"Yeah, you're right," Fayt spoke up.

Albel winked at Fayt and smiled. "In fact, I think the two sons-of-bitches are scared of us."

"It seems like it," Fayt agreed. He was beginning to enjoy this.

A sudden burst of light startled Fayt, He blinked to clear his vision and when he looked back, there were the two ghosts, looking exactly like him and Albel.

"Well, if you wanted to see us so badly, all you had to do was ask," the Fayt ghost purred.

Albel crossed his arms over his chest. "You're still afraid to show the real you."

With a sigh and a snap of fingers, the fake Albel turned into an old woman with short curly grey hair and a vicious look in her eyes. Fayt quickly followed suit, turning into a bald man with small, greedy eyes.

"There, you've seen us in our true form. Happy now?" asked the woman.

"No," Albel growled. "Why'd a girl have to pretend to be me?"

The woman smiled. "Of course I would prefer a female body. This is one of my favorites." She morphed into the bloody body of Sophia and sank to the floor. "Fayt, you didn't save me," she gasped.

Alarmed, Fayt backed up shaking off the bony fingers clutching his shoes.

"Leave him alone," Albel snapped.

"Oh, Albel doesn't want his poor little boyfriend hurt?" The woman took on the form of Albel's mother and shook her head sadly. "I am so ashamed of my gay son."

Enraged, Albel shouted, "Leave her out of this!"

The male ghost, now back as Fayt, held Albel back as the angry teen attempted to attack his wife. "Now, now, let's not make a scene, love."

Albel stuck out his tongue. "Disgusting. You kissed me."

Fayt wrinkled his nose. " A gay ghost?"

The woman looked at her husband doubtfully. "Edward?"

Edward, still as Fayt, pushed Albel to the ground and bent over him. "Don't underestimate us," he whispered into Albel's ear. "Both of you will die watching the other suffer."

The ghosts vanished with a maniacal laugh that echoed through the house.

Fayt looked worried as he helped Albel up.

"They'll be back," Albel said calmly. "We just made them angry."