Dear Diary

The Move - The diary is found

An ambulance and a police car siren roars as they races to a far away mansion that is inhabited by two men. One short man with strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes and ridiculously thick eyebrows; it's probably his most prominent feature as well as his adorable freckles that dot his child like face. The other, a man who is much taller in comparison with a much more mature aura despite being younger, has dark tanned skin and piercings red eyes like that of a vampire. His hair is a reddish-brown which is complimented by one single cowlick at the front of his parting. However, they're nowhere near alive. They are pretty much dead. Skin as cold as ice, heavy amounts of blood drench their bodies as well as being splattered across the walls and furniture. The source of this bloodshed is one single butchers knife.

The ambulance and police car come to a halt right outside the Victorian styled mansion. They investigate the premises finding the two limp bodies and the weapon that took their lives. Police men scout the area for anything else that they may have missed linked to the murder but they found nothing.

*4 years later*

"Finally, a new home. Aren't you excited Flavio?", he just nods. Luciano looks at his younger brother from his car mirror cocking his eyebrows. He sighs reaching back to take off Flavio's sunglasses while they're in traffic.

"Talk will ya", Luciano starts to get frustrated from being aired by his brother. Flavio looks up at him with his magenta orbs.

"I'm not so sure about this Luciano...", he feels his dirty blonde hair being ruffled by his older brothers hand which gently brushes by his curl.

"Kya! You did it again!" Flavio swipes his hand away pulling the hem of his striped shirt down. Luciano just laughs at his misfortune and continues driving as the traffic clears up. It's a long while before they reach their new house. Luciano pulls up outside of an old rundown Victorian house that has vines running up the walls. The paint is mostly chipped and it's far from perfect. The garden has been overtaken by weeds and is swamped with water which gives off a hideous smell of damp mud.

"This is it Flavio. Home sweet home", Flavio looks at the house, tracing them over the imperfections with a look of disgust. He's about to walk over to the garden when they are greeted by a young man with fair skin, blue eyes and platinum blonde hair that is short and messy. Flavio peers at him and Luciano having a conversation from behind the house being as shy as he is.

"I have a brother too, he should be... Um? Heh, hang on." He leaves quickly looking for Flavio. Luciano spots him behind the house pulling up some weeds. He gives him a look of disappointment.

"We can do this later. C'mon Flavio. Say hello at least before going back to your introverted life. " he drags him bag to the man who was waiting by his car patiently. He checks his watch before looking up to see Luciano dragging Flavio with him.

"Sorry about that. This is Flavio Vargas, my younger twin brother. He's shy and doesn't talk to many people. Um, what did you say your name was?" Luciano looks at the guy questioningly; waiting for an answer.

"Gilen Beilschmidt, now if you'd just sign here at the bottom..." he takes out a pen, lending it to Luciano who writes his signature in the respective area; passing the pen back to him after he's signed.

"And we're all done! Here's the key to your new house. It's a skeleton key, so it'll open any door in this house respectively. Well I better get going. Give me a call if there's any trouble." They wave good bye and Luciano instantly let's himself inside the rusted building, which Flavio follows.

Flavio explores the antique house from the living rooms to the kitchen to the dining rooms and bedrooms. He opens every bedroom until he finds one to his liking which has patterned rugs underneath the king sized bed, covering the beige wooden floor. The walls are a simple rose pink, carved with intricate flower patterns that trail up the wall stopping at the ceiling. In the middle rests a chandelier that dangles down and makes a beautiful chime sound when wind brushes past the glass crystal shaped decorations. There's one window in the middle of the longest wall that overlooks the garden and the grassy fields beyond it. Beside the window is a bookshelf and desk made from the darkest redwood bark that has books lined up intricately along it in alphabetical order.