Living With A Murderer

There's been missing reports of teenage girls in Chicago. And of course, only one person is behind all of it. When three sisters, 17 year old Gabriella Montez and her younger sisters, 14 year old Elizabeth and, 8 year old Abigale Montez, are sent to their uncles house for the summer while their mom and dad are away, they don't have a clue wants coming to them. They didn't know that their uncle is a murderer. They didn't know that friendship would find them. One of them didn't know love would find her. And they didn't know the many consequences to it.

Disclaimer: I do not own HSM, or any of the characters.

M-Rated for murder and sexual situations

Gabriella breathed in and walked slowly into her conjoined bathroom. She lifted the hammer in her hands and in one wipe, she brought it down and glass shattered. She backed away a little and looked up at the broken camera. She stared at it for a good 5 minutes and walked out of the bathroom in search for a broom to clean the remains. And to her surprise, Marcus was there in her bedroom. His normal full milky orbs seemed drained and an opaque color. Gabriella swallowed harshly and lowered her head an inch.

"What was that crash?" he asked. His voice was hard and he seems mad, or like he was holding back his anger that was ticking off in his head ready to explode. Gabriella just continued to stare at him and Marcus sighed. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his index and thumb and bowed his head slightly, just like Gabriella. "What was that crash?" he demanded more slowly. Gabriella pursed her lips back,straightened her shoulders that seemed tense, and held her head higher. Then she finally found her voice. "There's a...a...a, uh, camera in my...bathroom shower."

Marcus and Gabriella stared at each other for a while until Marcus walked out of the room. Gabriella sighed and let her eyelids fall as her thought swarmed in her head. She didn't want to follow what her mind was saying, but she did. Gabriella stalked out of her room and jogged after Marcus. "I wasn't done talking to you," she semi-yelled after him. "Why is there a camera in my shower?" Gabriella was about to continue following him until she landed right in front of his bedroom door. Gabriella sucked in a breath and pushed the cracked door open. She stepped into the large room and gasped as she looked around the room. It owned a big King sized bed and a vanity set for Andrea, probably. The wall's paint was blood red, it kind of looked like blood if you looked close enough. Girls pictures were plastered all over the wall. They were naked and just Gabriella staring at them made her eyes want to melt. What was he? Some kind of pervert? Aren't him and Andrea a thing? Why would she have the same room as him like this?

Gabriella pushed the thought to the back of her head and walked farther into the badly shaped room. She sat down on the bed and down at the neatly made bed. Her eyes scanned the rest of the room too until they landed on a basket with pile of clothes in it. A pile of little girls clothes or clothes that weren't Andrea's. Gabriella shot up from her spot on the soft bed and rushed through the clothes. What was he doing with this stuff? It wasn't Lizzie's or her's or Abbie's. Gabriella turned at the slightest sound and nearly jumped out of her clothes seeing Andrea and Marcus there.

"What are you doing?" Marcus asked, his eyes switching quickly to Gabriella then the clothes, He started walking over to the shaking 17 year old. Gabriella shook her head. "No—nothing. It was just, I was going...I was going somewhere with a friend and, ah, wanted to borrow some of Andrea's clothes," Gabriella stammered. Marcus looked over her and smiled. "Name?"

"Troy Bolton."

"Okay, by all means, go ahead." Marcus gestured for her to go and she obliged with no hesitations, but she did turn back to face him. "The shower?" Marcus guessed. "Security reasons, Gabi. Now go. Be back before midnight. Don't want anything happening to you."

"Okay, Uncle Marcus. See you later." Gabriella gave one of her fake smiles and dashed out of the room and in a second, the house. She brought out her iPhone and pulled out a piece of paper from her back pocket. She had wrote Troy's number there, now all she has to do is call him.

The call went right to voice mail. Great, Gabriella thought sourly, now what am I to do?

"Looking for me?" came a voice. Gabriella spun around and slightly smiled as she saw Troy. He walked up to her with his eyebrows raised and Gabriella shook her head. "No, why would I be?"

"So, Gabriella Montez didn't call me?" Troy asked looking down at his phone. Gabriella smiled and shook her head. "Okay, yes. It was me. Now that that's cleared, what are we going to do today?" The two walked down the street and as they rounded the corner, Gabriella flinched as that days scene flooded her head. Troy pulled her in a sideways hug. "You okay?"

Gabriella nodded. "Yeah, I just wonder who does this stuff."

"Well, there's suspects. One is this guy named Percy Frog, but he wasn't it. He just murdered his family. Then there was this other guys named Lucas Newman. The sheriff, which is my dad, is trying his hardest to get him. Do you know how many kills this guy did? 85 girls, 14 boys and 18 infants. That's over 100 people he killed."

"That's...horrible."

"Yeah."

"What are we doing today?" Gabriella asked again, wanting to demolish the subject. Troy smirked down at her. "Well, my parents aren't home..."

"No!" Gabriella moved away from him and he just laughed.

"I'm kidding, Gabriella. I want you to meet my friends, if that's okay with you."

Gabriella smiled slightly and looked up at him with a simple nod. "Sure." Troy smiled back down a her and the two continued walking. The two ended up at a house. It was big. Bright green grass laid on the ground like a carpet and the color was a creamy tan. Troy knocked once on the door and it opened almost immediately. A man dressed sharp in a tuxedo was there. He gave a smile to Troy, but a look of disgust to Gabriella. Gabriella popped up an eyebrow. "Henry," Troy said. "This is Gabriella Montez, my new friend. We're here to see Sharpay?"

"Oh, yes, Ms. Evens. She's been expecting you. Come in, and miss, wipe your shoes, please?" Gabriella looked down at her brand new sneakers. What's there to wipe off. This was her first time wearing them? She glanced bewildered up at Henry, but he wasn't joking, he was staring sharply at her. So, Gabriella wiped her sneakers on the pavement under her feet and looked back up at him. He smiled slightly and moved aside.

"Thanks, Henry," Troy said and they both proceeded into the house. Gabriella gasped at the sophisticated and royal like house. There were two large stair cases that led to the second floor and the floors were waxed ivory. Everything looked so fragile that a feather could break them. Who lived here?

"Bolton," a voice sounded through the big house. Gabriella let her head fall backwards so she was looking at the balcony where the steps met and a girl with Sunny blond hair and beady brown eyes stood there. Her hands attached to her hips. She ran down the steps, or walked because of her heels—Whoa, were they Christian Louboutin shoes? The blond hair girl finished the huge stair case before storming up to Troy, oblivious of the other girl there.

"You're late," she accused, jamming her neatly manicured index finger into his chest. Troy looked down at her and shrugged. "I took the long way. As you can see, we have company." Sharpay looked up at him confused and Troy pointed to Gabriella who was picking at her shirt. She looked up when the room fell silent and eyes seemed to be pounding into her flesh. "Hi," Gabriella gave. Sharpay turned back to Troy and fought the urge to just smack him upside his head. "Who's she?"

"My friend Gabriella?"

"Gabriella? You mean the one you've been blabbing about since you guys had sex," a guy voice beamed. All three heads turned towards the steps and a boy notified as Texas head came cascading down it with three other girls and one other boy. "Dude!" Troy shouted. He turned hesitantly to Gabriella who had her eyebrows raised with and amused smirk. "Drunk sex," she corrected bluntly then turned to Chad. "We had drunken sex. It's all a blur."

"Never the less, it was still sex," Chad said cheekily and looked to Troy. He gave him a high five and whispered "Score!" to him. Gabriella rolled her eyes and crossed her arms under her chest. "So," Troy stared, rubbing his hands together. "Everyone this is my new friend, Gabriella Montez. Gabriella, these are my friends. Taylor McKessie, Chad Danforth, Kelly Stewart, Ryan Evens, Sharpay Evens, Barbara Grace, and Drew Tyler." The whole room set into a chorus of Hello and Gabriella smiled. "Hey," she said back. Immediately, the girl named Taylor went to Gabriella and pulled her up the steps. Gabriella, taken aback, let herself be pulled.

"I think she wants arms, Taylor," Troy announced and Taylor rolled her eyes. She flashed him the middle finger before stopping and walking into a room. "Bolton, shut up. Gabriella, sit." Gabriella, now deciding she was scared of Taylor, sat on the Queen sized bed and watched as Taylor closed and locked the door. Leaving Troy, Chad, Drew, and Ryan out. "Now," Taylor decided. "You and Troy?"

"Uh, we're just friends."

"Oh, and I'm the Queen of England," Sharpay said sarcastically. Gabriella cocked and eyebrow up and looked at her with a teasing smirk. "I always thought she was older."

"Okay, no chitter chatter. Do you like the king of hunks or not?" Kelly asked.

"Sure. You know, I love him actually. You know, because we had drunk sex and hardly known each other. I'm ecstatic about him," Gabriella said, sarcasm ripping through her voice.

Barbara laughed all of a sudden. "You're funny."

"Uh...thanks. But seriously, I don't even know him."

"We'll change that," Taylor said.

"Yeah, Troy needs some girl," Sharpay chimed in.

"And you're pretty, so we pick you," Kelly concluded which made Gabriella blush.

"Thanks, but no thanks."

"Oh, fine," Taylor huffed. "But, tell us how you two met."

Marcus glowered at the back of his nieces head as she walked down the street. He had to make sure to get a lock. He would hate to have to kill his niece a few weeks before than he planned. He turned swiftly to Andrea who was staring back at him, her brown eyes glowering. "Marcus, she's going to find out sooner or later."

"And when she does, I'll make sure she won't have a mouth to talk about it," Marcus spat grimly and stood where the pile of clothes laid. Andrea grimaced. "You wouldn't kill your family, Marcus."

"Why not?" he asked rhetorically. "I've killed my past wives and my siblings. Why are they any different?"

"Because, they're children, Marcus."

Marcus smirked. "So were most of the other girls."

"Marcus, you need to stop."

Marcus's face suddenly dropped and he walked towards the door. He closed and locked it then turned back around to a trembling Andrea. Andrea knew she wasn't supposed to tell him to stop his...hobby, but how could she not? How could he even think of 'Killing' and 'Nieces' in his sentence? Unless it's something like, I won't be killing my nieces.

Andrea let her eyes flutter to the floor and Marcus slapped her hard. she yelped and quickly let her hand fly up to the stinging on her right cheek. Marcus grabbed her wrist and forced her to sit on the bed. He then pushed her roughly down and started shredding her clothes off like a hungry lion. All the while saying; "You. will. Not. Ever. Talk. About. That. Again." And he crashed his lips onto hers. Andrea pushed him off her semi-naked form and he looked at her, his eyes full of danger.

He basically lunged at her. His fingers wrapped firmly around her throat in a killing grip and Andre chocked viciously, her fingers scratching and clawing at his flesh. "Stop moving, dammit," he yelled and pushed all his weight on her. Andrea closed her eyes and cried out in pain. She stopped struggling and Marcus let go of her fragile neck, breathing heavily. "Should I kill you?" he asked hoarsely. Andrea shook her head fiercely and stood up, her body ached. "Get changed and get out of my face." Nodding weakly, Andrea left to get changed.

Gabriella sighed as the day was finally coming to a closure. Her and Troy had hardly talked. The girls hogged her to themselves and took a permanent liking to them. She liked Troy's friends, but she didn't really get to hang out with him today. so, like a good friend he was, he took her home, but not before going to the park.

The sun was dropping into the lake. Gabriella scooted onto a swing and Troy grabbed the chains, softly pushing her. "Today was fun," Gabriella admitted with a laugh when Troy snorted. He pushed at her swing, letting her fly off. "Yeah, for you maybe, but we hardly got to hang out."

"How about we just hang out tomorrow by ourselves then?" Gabriella asked. Troy gave another meek push and nodded his head once. "Sure, as long as there won't be bitchy, bossy, egomaniac, and dumber than dumb itself girls there."Gabriella laughed and clenched the chains when she flew up high. She shook her head and looked slightly at Troy who was smiling dreamily at her. Gabriella chuckled again and shot him a bemused look.

"I love your laugh," he said randomly. Gabriella giggled and Troy's smile grew wider. He abruptly stopped the swing and stood in front of her, his eye twinkling down at her like a midnight star. "Thanks," she quietly said and Troy nodded. "Where are we going tomorrow?" Gabriella stood up and Troy and her walked down the stone path leading to the seesaw. Gabriella laughed and sat down on one of the boards, Troy following the opposite way. Slowly the boards moved up and down and Gabriella smiled blissfully over at Troy who smiled back just the same.

"Well, how about we call it a date?"

"A date?"

"Yeah. We could go to the Golden Nugget Pancake House."

"What?"

"Let me tell you, it serves the best pancakes you could ever eat."

"I guess that's okay. What time?"

"One o' clock."

"One it is. Now, let's go. It's getting dark." Gabriella slid off the board and her and Troy started off to her house. The whole way through both got to know each other and fill each other up with their lives. The downside of this trip for Gabriella? Her uncle. The happiness? Troy Bolton.

I have no excuse for late update except I am thinking on what to put down. Sorry I haven't updated. I'll give some attention to this as well as Bliss. Please review.

Thanks!-Brittany