A small girl made her way through unknown streets, following a boy that was just a few steps ahead. Even in their second hand cloaks and with their dirty faces, people parted for them, recognizing the features that marked them as dangerous. Both with raven black hair and cold grayish blue eyes. Yes, they were small for their size, slim and fit, but they were tall for their age. The boy looked over his shoulder, checking on his sister, but kept moving forward.

They had no idea who they were, the two children. But they knew they were different. Some people feared them, others just simply stayed out of their way. Some who weren't so lucky, the ones who dared to stand up to them, were soon taken care of, though the children knew not of how they did what always happen. A broken limb, a serious illness, missing toys, and boils or bruises were just some of the things that happen to those unlucky few.

Quickly dodging up the steps to a building and holding the door open for his younger twin, the boy looked around, locking eyes with one figure in particular. The man was good looking, maybe in his late forties, but still very young looking. He smiled a small, almost cruel, smile towards the boy and turned away.

"Damian, come on, before Miss Simmons is up!" hissed the girl, already at the stairs and glaring at her twin. He looked back at her and turned his head again. The man had disappeared, leaving Damian with a wired feeling. "Damian," his sister hissed again.

"Alright, Demi," he said calling her by the nickname he had given her. She smiled in spite of herself and moved up the stairs, silently, passing the creaking steps with a hop over them. Her smile became a grin as she reached the top and watched her brother copy her moves with the ease of an experienced acrobatic. They peaked around the corner, checking the hall for Miss Simmons or her ugly hairless cat. Noting that the coast was clear, they headed to the room that they shared, barely taking a breath until they were safely inside, behind the locked door.

Sitting down on her bed, Demi, short for Dementia, looked at her brother with concern. As she took a bite out of one of the apples they had stolen, she put her thoughts into words. "You saw him again? That man?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah," Damian answered, peeling his own fruit. "He was smiling, like he knew something we didn't. Then again, he probably does." Moving across the room, Demi smiled at her brother, hugged him and kissed his cheek. She had finished her apple and was ready for bed. Smiling again, the ten year old lay down, squeezing the only toy she had to her chest and quickly fell asleep. Her other half however stayed up thinking about the stranger that they had seen more and more often since their last birthday.

Over the course of the next year, the twins were visited by no less than five families. All of them seemed the same, mentioning weird and strange things that only the twins understood, only to be thrown out by Miss Simmons. Then they were looked at scathingly and sent to their rooms for the remainder of the evening.

Both had grown into their tall frames, no longer looking like gutter snipes, but more like under dressed royalty. And that could mostly be in thanks of food they seemed to be swiping with ease. Fruits would float towards their hands when they were out at night. They could get second helpings when the Matron wasn't looking. And even if she glanced back they weren't seen. It was as if they were invisible. But anyone could tell that they would become very good looking children.

But for now they were two eleven year olds leaving the only place they had ever called home, to live with a rich family that was just like them. Turning away from the orphanage, they both had the same thought. It was never home.

"Come along, now, you two," Robert LeStrange said to the two children. He smiled and held open the back door of their car and let them slide in.

They looked around having never been in a car before. They were never permitted on the trips that the orphanage took. A woman in the front turned and looked at them with a kind smile. "Hello, I'm Helena. It'll be so nice to have some new faces in the house," she said, still smiling. The car began moving as she spoke again. "So I've heard that you like to read Damian?" She was rewarded with a nod. "And you like stuffed animals, Dementia?" Another nod. "And you both like green. And snakes?" Yet another nod. Helena smiled, remembering that the children were both like their father, quiet. "Alrighty, I hope you both like your rooms then."

The twins looked at each other and then back to Helena with a smile. It was polite and almost believable, if she didn't have to see it every other week on a man with the same features as these children.