Well, hello there my lovely readers. How are you? Good? Bad? Moderate? Temperate? Tropical? Yeah...I need to get a life.

(I said this wouldn't be uploaded today. I thought it wasn't, but the other night my inspiration went through the roof. But there wont be an update tomorrow. I'm pretty sure of that. I don't have nearly enough of the third chapter written yet for me to be able to finish it tomorrow.)

Any way, welcome to the second chapter! Where even more shit goes down!

I just want to quickly thank everyone who favorited, followed and reviewed! You are all really nice and awesome.

(Special thanks to Little Yellow Sunflower! You seriously had me screaming silently into my pillow!)

One more thing! Emil/Erikur is now 16. Lars is now 19 and Laura is 18. Because I'm mixing it around with ages and the time skip and what not. Because I'm cool like that. Sigh...

You know that girl crying in the Walmart woman's bathroom? Or at the bar, even though she obviously isn't old enough to be there? That's me. Right now. Because their ages are just...I don't know it's fucked up and birthdays and yeah. So...bear with me. I'm just...I don't even know.

Also...does any one else ship Nedice? Any one? Annnyooone at all? I'm thinking about maybe adding a bit of it to the story and whatnot. Since, I ship it. You know. And, I just think it needs more love! Because there's only a few stories about them on here. (Well written if I might add.)

I also ship Hongice if any one was wondering...But you probably weren't.

Any way, so the story continues.

Enjoy!

~Faygo

Got a secret
Can you keep it
Swear this one you'll save
Better lock it in your pocket
Taking this one to the grave
If I show you then I know you won't tell what I said
Cause two can keep a secret if one of them is dead

Secret- The Pierces

Chapter Two

"I don't know why I even talk to you." Lars said, looking away from Mathias.

They had met up that Friday night for a drink. Lars was quite a bit younger than Mathias, but that didn't stop them from meeting up every once in a while. They were pretty good friends. But now, Lars was starting to question their friendship, since Mathias was...he hadn't been acting right. But he didn't know why. There was something off about Mathias, like he didn't trust him. It was starting to bother him, no matter how much he tried to ignore it all.

"It's because I'm awesome. That's why." Mathias responded, taking a sip of his beer. "So, how have you been? Been attacked by any one lately? Someone tried to stab you or anything? Maybe someone tried to shoot you? Any thing?"

Lars glanced back to him, giving him a confused look. "What are you talking about?" He asked incredulously, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Well, I mean..." He paused. "You know what's been going on, right?" Mathias asked, giving him a concerned look. "With you know..."

"Of course I do." Lars said, sighing. "The T.V doesn't stop talking about it." Lars retorted, shaking his head. "And no. I'm fine. Nobodies tried any thing with me and Laura. I don't think any one would try to find me and Laura out there, at any rate. I doubt most of any one here knows we even exist."

"True...but what about that other guy? I mean, didn't you say some one else lived with you? Because I know your dad left a while back. Who else is there?" Mathias asked, taking another sip of his beer.

Lars looked away from him again. "No one. It's just me and Laura." Lars said, before grabbing his beer from the table.

Mathias rolled his eyes. "Don't play any of that shit on me, dude. You've told me before that you live with Laura and some other person. Come on, cough up the beans, little Lars."

"The beans?" Lars rolled his eyes.

"Who else do you live with?" Mathias asked.

Lars' eyes narrowed and he let out a defeated sigh. "All right, yes, we live with someone else. But they're just a friend, okay?"

"Boyfriend? Yours or Laura's?" Mathias asked.

Lars' eyes went aflame. "He's just a friend of ours! His parents abandoned him, so he had nowhere else to go, okay? Just shut the fuck up about it." Lars snapped.

"All right, all right. I'm sorry for asking." Mathias rolled his eyes, and rested his chin in the palm of his hand. "I didn't know it was such a sensitive subject." He let out an annoyed sigh.

Lars grit his teeth and rubbed his temple. "I really don't want to talk about it."

"What? Does he have a crush on Laura and not you?" Mathias asked, his voice teasing.

There was a loud crash and a yelp of pain. Lars had smashed his drink over Mathias' head and was now sitting back down, and brushing his hands off.

"I said I don't want to talk about it." Lars said, acting as if what he had just done hadn't happened.

"Dude...sorry. I'm fucking sorry, god..." Mathias said, grabbing a few napkins from the napkin dispenser.

"Great, now that we're both on the same terms, let's talk about something else." Lars said, eyes darting around the room quickly.

It was after school. He was the only one in the room, and was busy grading a test that they had taken a few days before. He was behind on grading, and so far he wished he hadn't decided to. The grades overall were horrible, and it gave him a headache having to look at the sheer stupidity that could match Mathias'. He set down the papers and rubbed at his eyes. Did they just not listen when he talked? They most likely didn't. They were supposed to be honours, but so far that was not the case. He didn't like being harsh about grades, but this was just ridiculous. It was like they were doing it on purpose.

There was a knock on his door.

"Come in." He said, not looking up.

The door opened, and Lilli poked her head in. "Mr. Bondevik?" She said, stepping in.

"Yes, Lilli?" He asked, setting down his pen.

"Well, I was wondering if...you could help me with something." She said, playing with the hem of her skirt.

"What is it you need help with?" He asked.

"Um...well...I was hoping you could...lend me your book?" She asked, biting her lip.

"Book? What book?" Lukas asked.

"The Imperfections of Everything and Above..." She said, glancing off to the side.

"You want to read my book?" He asked.

She nodded.

"Well, all right." He turned his chair around, and dug around in one of his bags, and found it. His book. He turned back around and held it out to her. "I don't see why you want to read it. I don't even know if it's age appropriate for you." He said, shaking his head.

She took the book from him, and gave him a small glare. "I'm old enough. I'm fourteen." She said, before glancing over at the window. Her eyes widened. "Well, thank you..." She said before hurrying out of the room.

Lukas glanced back at the window. There was nothing.

He went back to grading papers.

There was a knock on the window. He glanced up. Nothing.

He looked back at the papers.

There was another knock.

He looked up.

A boy stood there, before quickly running off when he looked up. He rolled his eyes in annoyance, before going back at the papers.

It took him a second before he realized the boy had been holding a knife.

Lilli sat on the bench, waiting for her brother to come pick her up. He was running a bit late today, which was unlike him. But, at least it gave her more time to read. Mr. Bondevik was a very good writer. She didn't understand why the book wasn't more popular. She flipped the page, chuckling at the fact that the main character called people out on skipping to the end and skimming. She tightened her grip on the book, and brought it closer to her face.

"So, any way, let's get to the reason that the author even decided to write this piece of crap. Well, it's a little thing called 'boredom.' Boredom. When you have nothing to do and nothing to help you have something to do. Ah, boredom. Let's all just take a moment to hate this feeling.

…

Okay we took a moment. So yes. This whole thing was written because he was simply bored. Man, what a total asshole. What about all those people who spend years planning their stories, and those people who take years to make their stories perfect? Why isn't he more like that? Well, I don't know. But what a little shit. Yeah. He is a little shit. Let's make that one thing clear.

So, what about those people?

Well, sometimes things happen, and one moment you're bored and the next moment you have a book. Simply amazing. Let's all take this as an opportunity to applaud the author on his accomplishments. But I'm guessing you aren't applauding. Because you're holding the book. Unless you set it down. Which is stupid. But whatever. I don't care. Or maybe I do. I really don't."

Lilli looked up when she felt something press against her neck. It was smooth, and...sharp. She felt it dig into her skin, drawing blood. Then the knife was swiped across her neck, and she screamed in pain. Blood poured from the wound, and she tried to stand, to run, but was only met with a stab in the back. She stumbled from the bench onto the ground, coughing up blood. She tried to get to her feet, but her mind was spinning, and she could barely form any thoughts.

"Please stop." She tried to say, but only coughed up more blood.

She was met with the image of a boy. She watched his smile grow bigger, almost going ear to ear, and watched as he bent down to her level, showing her the knife that was coated in her blood. She let out a choked sob, and felt the tears begin to flow.

"Do you know why I'm going to kill you?" He asked, his voice having a teasing sense to it.

She shook her head, but was only met with another wave of dizziness at doing that. The world spun, and stars sprinkled her vision. She tried to fight the falling feeling, tried to ignore it. But it was coming in fast. She had to hear why.

"Because you are just an obstacle, getting in my way." The boy said, his voice suddenly going cold.

The knife plunged into her stomach, and she screamed. She flailed, the pain and blood taking over her thoughts. The knife was pulled out, then plunged back in to her stomach, splattering blood all over the boys face. She tried to scream, but her voice was barely a whisper. Tears streamed down her face, as she felt the knife dig into her chest, then turn.

The last thing she saw was the boy wipe her blood off of the knife with his shirt.

Laura didn't even look up when the door slammed shut. The book she was reading was far too interesting. And she was used to it by now. Erikur leaving for a few hours before coming back. It had worried her at first, but now it was a normal occurrence, and she was beginning to enjoy her alone time. Even though it did get lonely sometimes.

"What are you reading?" Erikur asked as he walked to the kitchen.

"It's called the Imperfections of Everything and Above. It's quite nice. But it's a total mind fuck..." She answered, holding the book closer to her face.

The water turned on.

"Are you all right?" She called.

"I'm fine." Erikur answered.

She looked up from her book, to see Erikur walking from the kitchen, wiping at his face with a wet wash cloth. She set down her book and hurried over to him.

"Let me get that for you!" She said, trying to take the cloth from him.

"N-No it's not-"

She grabbed the cloth, and began wiping at the light red stains that scattered his face.

"What did you do, go to Ludwig's house?" She asked, chuckling. "I've heard rumours he's a baker."

"No." He answered, looking down at the floor.

"What even is on your face? It's so hard to get off." She rubbed the cloth against his face harder, making him wince.

"It's...icing." He said, shrugging.

"This is not icing." She answered, laughing, but her smile soon dropped. "This is...is...is this blood?" She shouted, dropping the cloth and grabbing his face, pulling him closer.

"No! Don't be ridiculous!" Emil shouted, trying to push her off.

"It's blood! What did you do? Did someone hurt you? Did someone try to hurt you? What happened!" She stared him in the eyes.

"I...fell." He said finally.

She gripped his face tighter. "Even your clothes are covered in it! Erikur! Oh god..." She pulled him in for a hug, resting her head in the crook of his neck.

"I'm fine..." He said quietly, tentatively wrapping his arms around her waist.

"You're covered in blood. You are not fine." She said, her voice as frozen as ice. "What happened to you..." She whispered, her voice wavering.

"What did you do..."

Aaaaand that concludes chapter two! A bit short, if I might add. It's not as long as chapter one, but I can deal. I got down what I wanted, and it doesn't suck! To me at least. I don't know about you guys.

Okay, so, I feel like this is a good time to make a list of everyone who is dead so far. Because I'm that awesome.

Arthur
Vlad
Gilbert
Lilli

And soon more are to join the list...I bet you cant guess who it is. I mean, seriously I doubt you will see it coming.

Any way, it seems that Emil/Erikur has been living with Lars and Laura this whole time then...Wow I'm such a loser.

And it seems...that he is the one killing and injuring everyone! But, how?

With his trusty friend, El Knifo!

...I'm so sorry.

Any way, none of you are giving me any guesses! Okay, I guess it's a bit unfair, considering the quote was said by a random person in a random episode, but come on! I'm sure one of you is a fan of Supernatural! I guess I have to give you a hint...

Leviathan.

That is your hint! Okay, the hint really sucks but it's giving you some sort of idea, right?

I guess.

Any way, thank you guys! You guys are awesome and I hope you enjoyed the chapter!

~Faygo