Fangs PoV

God. Another year another house.

"Stop sulking, Nick." My mom said sternly.

"This is the thirteenth house we've lived in." I mumbled back.

"It's not that bad."

"This is the thirteenth state we've lived in."

She sighed. "It'll be different this time."

"Yeah, that's what you say every time."

She pressed her lips into a thin line and didn't respond, instead focusing on looking for our new house as we drove down the road.

The neighborhood was isolated, a series of large mansions with acres of land surrounding them from each other, connected by a winding road lined with huge trees.

"Really, Nick, you always make such a fuss." My adopted sister said from the back seat. My eyes flicked to the rearview mirror at her, sitting barefoot and crosslegged, texting. Her curly mane of caramel hair was tied back into a high ponytail, her purple painted nails racing over the screen of her phone.

"Shut up, Monique." I muttered back. "You only think that because you make friends so easily."

I could practically feel her light brown eyes rolling at me. "You're just a loser who can barely speak above a whisper."

I knew she was just teasing, and it was true, but it still stung a little.

"Ah, here it is." The van swung left onto a flagstone driveway. You couldn't even see the house from the road, the only sign it existed was the mailbox with the house number.

We crested a hill, and the biggest house we had lived in yet loomed up in front of us. Four stories, all brown bricks and black ironwrought fences. Monique whistled low at the sight.

"Nice, Mom. How'd we afford this?"

Mom smiled and looked back at her, her black curls swishing over her shoulder.

"I invested well, sweetheart."

"Are we there yet?" The little voice came from beside Monique, from a little girl with blonde curls.

"Morning sleeping beauty." My mother joked as Angel rubbed her little eyes and yawned.

"Are we there, Mommy?"

"Yes, baby, we're here." She always had doted on my littlest sister. Mom parked the van and we all climbed out, Monique groaning at her sore leg muscles.

"Mom, next time we move from Arizona to Virginia, can we at least fly?" she whined, making Mom laugh out loud.

Time Skip

Finally, my room was unpacked. Judging from the jangling downstairs in the kitchen, Mom and Monique were still unpacking. Sometimes I don't know why I even bother unpacking if we're just going to move again.

I flopped back on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I started a new school tomorrow. Doubtless by the end of the day Monique would be surrounded by a new posse of best friends. Angel would be starting kindergarten for the first time, Mom would be occupied with that and with unpacking. I would do what I always did, and what I did best: be a shadow in the background. Sure a few people would want to try to talk to me tomorrow, I'd get a few stares, but after a few days nobody would remember I existed.

Eh, it's better that way. Less problems.

Maxs PoV

"Iggy, you blew up my XBox!"

"Serves you right for stinking up my room!"

I groaned and pulled my pillow over my head.

"Boys! It's 11 at night, give it a rest!" I heard my mother yell from their bedroom. "Or so help me I will send your father after you!"

The boys immediately quieted, like threats of my father always made them do. My dad scares the living crap out of everyone in this house.

"Get up."

I obeyed, pushing back my thick blankets and setting my bare feet against the wooden floor.

"Go to the kitchen."

I left my room, padding silently down the hallway, keeping to the shadows.

The voices had been whispering to me for days. Even in my sleep, they whispered.

Down the stairs I went, across the living room, into the dining room, and then into the kitchen.

Our housekeeper Claudia stood in the walk-in freezer, lifting crates onto the top shelves.

As I watched, a man appeared. I couldn't see his face. Just a tall man in a black suit, pointing to something on the table. I knew what I had to do.

The man disappeared, and I strode forward to the table.

The steel of the padlock was cool in my hand. Claudia stepped further into the freezer, the door swung shut behind her. I slid the padlock through the loop and snicked it shut.

"The freezer isn't cold enough."

I gave the temperature dial next to the door a good twist, sending the temperature plummeting. From inside, I could hear Claudia make a sound of surprise. The door handle shook, and she thumped on the door.

"Good girl."

I smiled and went back to bed.

(A/N Hey, finally got the courage to upload this. This is a very experimental fic, so please leave me a review and tell me what you think of it.