Okay so yeah it's been two years and I honestly had forgotten about this story and I feel really bad so if the writing style has changed a bit, I am sorry. Anyways, let's see if I can pick this story up where it left off. Thank you to everyone for being patient! It is very appreciated!

As I turned back and saw her emerald eyes lit up like fireworks on the fourth of July, my heart skipped a beat. She was just so… so beautiful in that moment.

"Oh, wow, this.. This is all yours Soul?" She asked in a breathless voice.

"Well, I mean, it's my families. Mostly though, it belongs to me and my big brother Wes." I guess nothing escapes her notice because she turned to me and her eyes narrowed.

"What about your parents?" She asked, suspicion leaking into her voice. I could understand it though. All of this money, all these kids, a whole band, and not a single parent in sight. And that was before the discovery of the missing teenaged female we had been harboring for about a year.

"Well, if you really need to know, my parents aren't really interested in the life of their youngest son unless I'm a big shot doctor." Just because I understand doesn't mean it didn't sting. I shoved the key into her hand and turned away without looking at her face and walked to the stairs. "I'll send someone to get you when we track down Kid okay?" I called behind me.

"Soul, wait!" I heard the angelic voice call out behind me. Unfortunately, I didn't care for angels at the moment. I needed a devil. I stomped down the stairs, so lost in my angst that when i registered the door slam shut again it didn't occur to me just how easy it is to get lost in this big house. I found my room and collapsed on my bed. I sent a text to Black Star and let him know where I was and where Maka was, then I got down onto my stomach and pulled out my survival kit.

A three foot bong, about a fourth of weed, a pack of cigarettes, and a bottle of Jack Daniels. I hooked my phone up to the iPhone dock and put on a playlist. As I loaded my bong, I thought about all the things my parents used to say to me before the sight of me repulsed them so much that they moved to their beach house in Malibu. As I poured the Jack into my glass, I was haunted by the looks Wes used to give me. But soon, the burning in my throat, lungs, and the warm feeling spreading throughout my body made all of that fade into their temporary oblivion.

I had no idea how long it had been before I heard it. It was during the little break in between songs. A voice, so broken and sad, barely above a whisper. In my faded stupor, I thought it was a cat a first. Maybe Blair finally came back. But no, Blair never cried like that. As I got up and paused the music, I heard it again.

"S-Soul, where are you? I'm scared." It was Maka's voice. Immediately, I stumbled and bumped my way to my door as fast as I could possible go and threw the door open. I listened again, I heard it and realized it had come from Wes' room. I didn't know why she was there, but I knew that she was there and that she was terrified, so I practically launched myself down the hallway, and burst through his room.

She was curled up into a corner and tears were running down her face. I turned and realized why she was so scared. Wes is a big shot forensic investigator and often brought his work home with him to pour over. And posted up on his wall was some pictures of his most recent case. I didn't know any details but from the looks of it, some psycho was going around and dissecting people. I don't mean just cutting them up either, I mean making them look like frogs from an 8th grade dissection lab.

"Shhh Maka, it's okay, just close your eyes and take my hand." She hesitated but listened to me. I gently took her and led her back to my room.

"Soul what was that? Why were those pictures in that room?" Maka asked. There were tears flowing freely down her face now. I sighed.

"I'll explain everything when we get to my room. We aren't serial killers though you can get that out of your mind right now." I heard her let out a breath. Not quite relief, but almost apprehensive. We finally made it back to my room, which is a lot longer of a walk when adrenaline wasn't pushing me into a sprint and The feeling of being completely cross-faded was returning to me.

"Are you.. Are you drunk?" Maka asked, anger leaking into her voice.

A/N: Sorry guys I have to get ready for work, but more will come later, kay?