A/N: Lol, there are 3 things you should know about me. 1. I'm lazy. 2. I like reading lemons on AFF. 3. Because I'm lazy, I often read lemons instead of writing my own. XDD But luckily for you, I seem to have read all the really good stories with my favorite pairings…and now I must get back to my own work.

Disclaimer: I really wish I did own Albel and Fayt…maybe like a miniature version of them…so I could force them to do what I want and Albel wouldn't be able to beat me up. XD

Fayt felt extremely bored, maybe even a little lonely. Sure, Albel was a psycho, but Fayt was already pretty convinced that Albel wouldn't kill him. If he was dead, Albel wouldn't be able to torture him and take all those naked pictures Albel seemed so fond of. Fayt mentally reminded himself to stay awake at night and not let it happen again. Then he reconsidered. It was better if he was asleep. If he resisted, Albel would tie him down and strip him anyway. It was much better not being aware of what was going on. Fayt understood Albel's reasoning much better now. His victims wouldn't suffer as much unless they knew what was going to happen.

Fayt got up and stretched languidly. His eyes casually swept the room, coming upon a small box under the bed. Fayt nervously looked towards the window. Albel wasn't watching. Perhaps…just maybe he could look at what it was. He didn't think Albel would take too kindly to disturbing his personal possessions, but he had nothing to do.

Fayt blew the dust off the lid of the box and frowned at the bright red handprint. He tugged the box further into the room and stared in wonder at the strange patterns along the side. His fingers traced the intricate red designs and the Latin words he did not understand written in flowing cursive. It couldn't possibly be Albel's handwriting.

Fayt carefully removed the lid, biting back a sneeze. Everything inside was old and decayed. Fayt shuddered as he picked up several rat skeletons from on top of the papers beneath. Albel certainly loved dead things.

So many papers. Letters, pictures, old documents. A picture of Albel as a young child, holding a snail and a salt shaker. His young ruby eyes blazed, furious at the photographer for spoiling his fun. Fayt shuddered. Albel had been cruel, even as a child. He had progressed from killing small animals to killing human beings.

As Fayt dug deeper, he found an old letter in the same strange cursive. "Memento mori. I do not grieve for what is lost. You are lost to me and it is the same as always. We must all die."

Fayt quickly set down the letter, afraid of catching the same depressing attitude. His fingers closed on a more recent piece of paper and he unfolded it carefully, realizing that it was a child's work. He smiled at the crude, disproportionate stick figures and tried to make sense of the drawing. Someone lying down, someone falling over. A child's scrawl was written beneath. "Father's dead and mother's gone. Father, brother, sister, mother. All are dead and gone away."

Fayt dropped the paper instantly as he heard the door open. Albel stood in the doorway for a moment, staring at Fayt. Fayt was unable to speak. He could only stare back in mute horror as Albel's eyes hardened. "What have you done?" he growled. He advanced slowly, dangerously towards Fayt.

"I-I'm s-sorry. I-I'm going to the bathroom!"

Fayt fled outside and raced into the outhouse. He felt sick with fear. Nausea threatened to overwhelm him.

Albel had of course followed him. He slammed Fayt roughly against the wall, his hands tightening around Fayt's throat. "What did you think you were doing? No one goes through my things, NO ONE!" He kicked Fayt in the shins and glared at him sharply. His nails left red welts along Fayt's neck.

Fayt squirmed weakly. He wasn't getting enough air. "Ah..I-'m s'rry."

"Sorry isn't good enough." Albel growled. "You thought you could escape me by running here? Did you? Answer me!" He aimed another savage kick to Fayt's legs.

Fayt was beyond speech. He gasped weakly and clawed at Albel's hands. He couldn't breathe.

Albel watched the boy start to suffocate before his eyes and he narrowed his eyes balefully. 'Let this be a lesson to you: Never think that I am an easy person or a gentle captor. Your life hangs in the balance and when I tell you to behave or I will kill you, I mean it."

Fayt nodded weakly, his gaze becoming unfocused. He was quickly losing consciousness. Albel let go of him and Fayt slumped onto the cold ground, passing out. Albel let out as satisfied grunt and carried him back inside the house.

Albel scowled at the box of papers. So many memories, most of them unpleasant. He kicked the box back under the bed, way back in the corner, not bothering to reorganize what Fayt had moved.

He dumped Fayt down on the bed and gave him one last glare before moving away. Fayt whimpered and rolled over on the bed, huddling into a tight ball.

Albel watched him with vague interest as the boy suddenly relaxed and stilled, lying spread across the bed. Albel ignored he temptation to ravage the boy and lightly rested his favorite blade across the skin of his palm, smiling at the blood that pooled beneath it.

He gently lifted up Fayt's shirt and gently dragged the knife down the boy's exposed chest. Fayt whimpered and writhed in his sleep but did not wake up. Albel smiled and with his tongue, traced the thin ribbon of blood he had made.

Fayt jerked awake. "A-Albel!" he protested, feeling his face flush as Albel licked his lips lazily.

Fayt pulled his shirt down and tried to hide under the blankets, to escape Albel's intense gaze.

Albel's hands tightened on Fayt's wrists. 'You're not going anywhere, love. I'm taking you hunting with me."

Fayt's eyes widened with horror. "No! No, please!" he pleaded. "I couldn't kill anyone. Don't make me do it!"

Albel looked amused. "Don't worry, you won't have to do anything. I'll do all the work. You'll just have to watch and try not to get in my way."

Fayt backed against the wall in fear as Albel fished for another length of rope in a desk drawer. Albel pinned Fayt down with a knee and knotted the rope around Fayt's wrists. Once he was sure Fayt's arms were secure, he pulled him roughly to his feet. "Come on. Let's go hunting."

Fayt bowed his head in shame and meekly followed Albel out of the house. He had ruined the almost understanding he had started to develop with Albel. Now they were back to being captive and captor again.

Albel's amused chuckle unnerved Fayt and made him glance up at his captor's face. Albel grinned. "Perfect, Fayt. You're everything I could have wanted."

"I'm sorry for touching your box," Fayt said quietly. "I was just curious."

Albel shrugged indifferently. "Well, now you know and now you're going to pay for your knowledge."

Albel stopped suddenly and pushed Fayt against a tree. "This is the spot. Now, stay right here and be good." He lashed the extra rope around the tree trunk, tying Fayt securely.

Albel moved off and Fayt waited as the sun began to set. He was bored and his limbs were cramping. Suddenly, Fayt heard Albel's voice. "Hello, Diane. I haven't seen you in a long time."

Fayt craned his neck to see the girl that giggled happily. "Hello, Albel. Nice to see you again."

She was a pretty girl, but there was something dark in her eyes, the need to use someone for her own gain and then throw them aside to search for another victim. She smirked at Albel. 'I thought that the scandal would have killed your career for sure, but here you are alive and well."

Albel's arm tightened on Diane's shoulder. 'There was no scandal."

Diane looked amused. 'Oh really? They were talking about it for days…Albel Nox, the infamous-"

"It wasn't true," Albel growled.

Diane laughed humorlessly. "Oh tell me another one. I know you, Albel. Your kinky fantasies." Her eyes became half-lidded. "I'm sure you must have fantasized about penetrating their cold little bodies."

Albel slapped her suddenly hard across the face. "I know you, Diane. I know what you did. I know how you relished my humiliation. But don't pretend to want to help me out now. You're still as cold and uncaring as you ever were. And now you'll pay for it."

Fayt winced at the girl's sudden scream. Albel continued to hit her, to hurt her. Fayt could bear to watch. He opened his eyes again as Albel deposited the bruised and bloody girl roughly at his feet. "Watch her for me," he growled. "She'll probably be out for awhile, but let me know if she wakes up." He walked off again to wait for another victim.

Fayt shuddered and tried not to get too close to the girl. It was cold and it was getting late. Fayt wanted desperately to go back indoors. He didn't want to see Albel torturing his victims. It was bad enough knowing he was doing it, but to be part of it was another thing.

The girl suddenly stirred and stared at Fayt with fearful eyes. "Help me," she hissed, seizing at his pant leg. Fayt yelped and recoiled.

Albel was there almost instantly, kicking the girl away. "Don't you touch him," he growled. He brought a boot down on Diane's head and she stilled.

Fayt gasped and let out a strangled sob. Diane was dead because of what he had done.

"Don't worry," Albel whispered. "She deserved it." He leaned in against Fayt and licked at Fayt's ear. He kissed Fayt almost tenderly and placed his hand on the inside of Fayt's thigh. "Such a good pet. You're such a help to me."

Fayt was surprised by the warm contented feeling that Albel's praise created in him. "I'm glad to have helped," he said quietly. 'But please, I don't want to see any more deaths."

Albel nodded. "Yes, I'll have to train you slowly." He turned Fayt around and tied him to the tree again. "There, now you can't see what's happening."

Fayt whimpered. "I don't want to be out here. I'll get raped."

Albel made an irritated noise and duct taped Fayt's mouth shut. He stuck two cotton balls into Fayt's ears and smirked. "Any more complaints?"

Fayt was of course silent and Albel nodded happily. 'Good. When I'm done, we'll go home."

Fayt sighed unhappily. He was extremely bored and falling asleep quickly.