"Are you sure we're here?" Eddie Sweet-Martin-Miller asked his twin sister, Nina.
"'The Anubis House, a neo-home for models'. Yup. This is it." Nina replied, looking at the house.
"I didn't realize it would be so…big." Eddie said.
"Or empty." Nina added.
"Come on." Eddie got out of the taxi and grabbed the suitcases from the back. "Let's go in." They opened the door to a silent hallway. The house looked ancient…and scary. "Do you think it's haunted?" Eddie asked Nina, before yelling "Boo!" loudly.
Nina jumped. "Shut up, Eddie!" She snapped at her twin brother who was laughing loudly.
"I know she didn't do it." A voice floated from the stairs. "I mean," The voice continued, "why would she kill herself like that?"
"I don't know." Another voice said. "Maybe she was upset?"
"She was in love with him!" The first voice said angrily. "She wouldn't leave him like that!"
"If you two are finished talking, I think the newbies have arrived." A third voice said. This was accompanied by three sets of feet walking down the stairs. Eddie and Nina turned and where confronted by three girls. The one in the middle was blond, and although she was beautiful, her eyes were cold. The one on the right was a redhead with a pink streak in her hair. She wore combat boots and both Nina and Eddie felt she went for more edgy photo-shoots. The one on the left was exotic-looking, with deep brown eyes and a sweet expression.
"I'm Mara." The exotic-looking one said in the second person's voice. "Mara Jaffrey." Nina and Eddie recognized her. Her father was a famous athlete. "This Amber Millington," she said, gesturing towards the blond, "and Patricia Williamson." She finished, pointing to the redhead. Nina and Eddie had both heard of Amber Millington. She was up-and-coming, her career about to take off. She had a British accent, which wasn't surprising considering they were in the U.K.
"We're-" Nina started, but Amber cut her off.
"We know who you are." Amber said in the third person's voice before walking towards the living room.
"Right." Eddie said quietly.
"But I'm telling you," Patricia started again, and again, Amber cut her off.
"Well, maybe she just got bored. I mean, there's nothing to do in this house."
"But kill herself? Joy wasn't alright when we left. She looked really upset." Patricia said irritably.
"Well, maybe that's why she killed herself. Maybe she was really sad about something." Mara rationalized.
"Why would she be upset? She was dating Fabian." Amber said, carelessly checking her nails.
"You're right!" Patricia said.
"Of course I am."
"I'm going to go talk to Fabian." Patricia marched out while Mara winced sympathetically.
"What's her deal?" Eddie asked.
"Oh. Her roommate killed herself." Amber said uncaringly.
"Amber!" Mara said.
"What? It's true."
"You don't have to say it like that."
"Joy killed herself. That's all. All models do."
"Someone killed themselves?" Nina asked.
"Yes." Amber sighed. "Although Joy was a bit on the whiny side." Mara looked at her exasperatedly before walking into the kitchen. Suddenly, she screamed.
"Alfie!" She yelled angrily as she was covered in goop.
A young black boy came up laughing. "That was hilarious." He said, still laughing.
"Now, now Alfie." Another blond came out. "We musn't pull pranks while we're still mourning." But his smile gave him away.
"You're both very mean." Mara said angrily before storming out and onto the stairs. The blond was the first to notice the two newcomers.
"Ah, where are my manners? I am Jerome Clarke, this is my friend, Alfie Lewis." He said, staring at both of them with his piercing blue eyes.
"Ugh. You two better not put dye in my shampoo again, or else you'll regret it." Amber said angrily as she flipped through a magazine.
"Of course not, Miss Millington." Jerome said.
"Have you seen Mick?" Amber asked, slamming her magazine down on the table.
"He's in his room." Alfie piped up. Amber immediately left.
Jerome turned his eyes on the twins again. "Don't talk much, do you?"
"Of course we talk. You guys don't shut up." Eddie retorted.
"Well, I suppose it's nice having our first Americans." Jerome conceded. "What are you, siblings?"
"Twins." Nina replied.
"Ah, of course. Do you see the family resemblance?" Jerome turned to Alfie.
"Sort of." Alfie said after a minute.
"We don't know your names." Jerome said, turning back to the pair.
"I'm Eddie, this is Nina."
"Last names?"
"Sweet-Martin-Miller." Eddie muttered underneath his breath.
"I'm sorry, what was that?"
"Sweet-Martin-Miller." Eddie repeated.
There was a moment of silence. "That's a very long last name." Jerome said.
"Yeah, you going upstairs, Nina?"
"Yeah." Nina replied, just as Patricia came back dragging a brunette boy by the ear followed by Amber, who looked disgruntled.
"Alfie Lewis, where is my boyfriend?"
"Just kidding." Alfie said hastily. "He said he'd go on a run." If looks could kill, Alfie would be dead ten times over. Amber stormed out.
"What do you mean you and Joy were happy?" Patricia yelled in the boy's ear.
"I swear, I had nothing to do with it. I don't what you're talking about." The boy said hastily, trying to free himself.
"Don't lie to me, Fabian. Joy didn't just kill herself."
"Well she did, didn't she?" Fabian freed himself and looked at Patricia. "Do you think I feel any better?" He snapped at her before storming off.
Jerome whistled. "Shut up, cheeseball." Patricia snapped. Jerome held up his hands.
A voice suddenly rang down the stairs. "I want everyone in the living room for a meeting on the recent death."