"FOOOOD! Food Genny! I neeeeed food! FOOOOD!" 16 year old Genny Twinsin buried her head further under the pile of pillows she had at the head of her bed, and groaned loudly.

"Damiez GO AWAY. Its eight o'clock in the morning! And its Saturday for Chrissakes!" Genny shouted back, muffled by the depths of her deep mound of pillows and blankets.

"Yah, I know. But theres nothing to eat in the fridge! You better get up and go get me something or I'm gonna go eat Frankie!" Damiez shouted back. Genny silently praised herself for putting up the barrier against demons around Frankie's room.

"Empty threat Dammy!" Genny yelled, scowling as she pulled herself out of the pillows and sat up, combing some of the long raven colored hair that had fallen into her face away , and glaring at the door with a dark look. The shouting from the other side had stopped...for the moment.

"Ok Damiez, I'm getting up. Just dont eat George." Genny called at the door as she hopped out of her large queen sized bed and moved for her closet, referring to the morbidly obese cat she had owned since she was about 11. Digging through her closet, she found a plain twead colored t-shirt and a pair of jeans and got dressed, running a hairbrush through her hair quickly and grabbing a black pair of converses from next to her door, throwing her bedroom door open, taking a right down the hall and rushing down the stairs.

Damiez Mickintosh was a tall handsome boy of 19, with long blonde hair that fell to his shoulders and curled in a way that made any girl who saw him wish they could tangle their hands in it. He had big brown eyes, and his muscular build and good looking bottom made him the prey of many of the females in Genny's neighborhood and school.

He had his back to her at the moment though, and as she crossed the living room into the kitchen, he turned around and scowled at her, holding a huge orange tabby cat by the scruff of its neck.

"I wasn't gonna eat him." Damiez said guiltily. Genny gave him a dirty look and pointed at the floor.

"Put the cat down Dammy. I'm dressed now ok?! We'll go to the friggin store." Genny said, moving past the blonde haired cutie as she moved towards the kitchen counter, looking for the note her parents usually left her and her sister before heading off to work. She found the usual note, written in her mothers spidery handwriting.

Girls-

Dinner's in the freezer, You guys will be eating alone again tonight. Your father and I are working late. Sorry. See you later.

Love Mom and Dad

p.s- dont let Damiez eat the damn cat!

"Argh. Why do they bother writing me these notes when i already know they're gonna be late?! They're ALWAYS late." Genny said aloud, throwing the note into the trashbin and going back into the living room to put on her shoes on the couch. Damiez followed her, looking like he wanted to say something, but chose not to. Even though a good heavy layer of snow coated the outside world, Damiez wore no jacket. Just a t-shirt and a pair of jeans and sneakers. He looked normal. But Genny and her family knew something that no one else did.

Damiez was nearly three hundred years old. He just looked nineteen.

Damiez had been in the family for nearly six decades. Passed on from generation to generation. It irked him a bit, since Genny's great great great grandmother had been the one who had cursed him into servitude with the Twinsin family. She also looked almost identical to her great great great grandmother, and acted a whole lot like her too, except she was a more modern version. Genny had seen photos of the woman Dammy had once been forced to serve, and she thought she looked nothing like her. After Genny's ancestors death, Damiez had assumed he was free, but the curse had continued on, and he had been with the Twinsin family ever since.

Now it was the year 2005, and Damiez was under the bonds of his new two misstresses; Genny and Francesca Twinsin. Or Frankie to the family. Frankie was 13 and didnt have much use for Damiez, except for when her friends came over, and then suddenly Damiez was the object of great fascination. Genny usually had to hide Damiez whenever Frankie had a sleepover of some sort, because the girls would fight about where the handsome demon would sleep, or more importantly, whos sleeping bag. Genny was usually the one who allowed the sleepovers, since they're parents weren't ever home to agree to them.

Genny heard the sound of a bedroom door upstairs opening, and then soft footsteps as Frankie Twinsin came downstairs dressed in a complete pink pj ensemble. Fuzzy pink socks, a pink pair of pajama bottoms, and a pink tank top with a little strawberry on the chest. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, bits of which were coming undone at the sides. She looked sleepy and was rubbing her eyes tiredly as she crossed through the living room, completely ignoring the demon and Genny, and went into the kitchen to get her usual peanut butter covered bagel. There was a long six minute pause.

"Theres no bagels." Frankie's voice stated from the kitchen. Damiez snorted and Genny rolled her eyes.

"Frankie! We're going to the friggin store right now!" Genny called back. Frankies head popped into the living room, looking annoyed.

"BUT IM SMUCKING HUNGRY!" Frankie shouted. Damiez looked at his youngest misstress with a slight bemused look.

"She's still not saying fucking huh?" He asked, looking at Genny.

"Actually no. Its her new word. Its a mixture of the word Shit and Fuck. Dont ask me...shes the one whos a freshmen." Genny muttered back, getting another bemused grin from the demon. Frankie flipped her older sister the bird and disappeared into the computer room to go use the phone.

"You have five minutes to get back here with my bagels or I'll run away."

"Oh please do. Be much quieter around here if you just...ya know...went down the street to Erika's house." Genny retorted, referring to Frankie's best friend since elementary school. A floating middle finger appeared from the entry way into the office. Damiez was red in the face from trying not to laugh. Genny shot him a dirty look.

"You know...I'll just buy all kinds of shit you DONT like." Genny said. Damiez immediately stopped laughing. Food was a serious matter to him. Nobody messed with it.

"Ok sorry..." Damiez said. Genny picked up her car keys from where it hung on its hook next to the front door and nabbed her winter coat from the closet in the front hallway, and pulling it on. Damiez didnt move to get his own.

"One of these days i would LOVE to see you just freeze your ass off." Genny muttered. Damiez shrugged.

"Cold has no effect on meeee." He sang as they stepped out of the house through the front door. Genny poked her head back into the front hallway though.

"NO MAKING PHONE CALLS TO TOKYO LIKE LAST TIME FRANKENSTEIN!"

"OH SCREW YOU! THAT WAS HONG KONG ANYWAY! NOT TOKYO!" Frankie yelled back. Genny shook her head and shut the door again. As she turned to walk across the little patch of lawn to her car, a silver chevy SUV, a heavy cold shape smacked her in the head, and she turned as another snowball hit her in the shoulder, showering her in snow.

"Hey!" Genny cried, ducking as Damiez threw another one, laughing manically. She dove down and grabbed a handful of the cold white stuff, and prepared to throw it toward the guffawing demon, but froze when a horn blasted, and she looked up and out, searching for the source of the noise.

A huge orange moving van suddenly appeared from down the street, revvings it engine loudly as it pulled into the light blue colored house's driveway. Genny dropped the snow as her fascination got the better of her, and blinked in awe at it.

Wow they must have a lot of stuff...for such a big van...Genny thought, staring at the monster of a moving van opened its back door with a grating sound, and a long metal ramp was pulled out of it. Large muscular looking moving men began to pile out of the cab of the car, carting large boxes from the back of the van into the house. There was a loud gasp from behind Genny, and she turned around looked up to see Frankie hanging out of the bathroom window, her eyes wide.

"Oh. My. God. ARE THOSE HOTTIES MOVING IN?!" Frankie screamed, getting the attention of a couple of them. Genny grinned. The street wasnt exactly the widest thing on earth. Damiez was laughing like a madman at his little misstresses antics.

"No. I think they're just the movers." Genny called back. Frankie looked disappointed for a moment, then perked up again.

"I'll bring them lemonade! Hard workers like them need lemonade!" Frankie screamed with new vigor, then shut the window before Genny or Damiez could respond. Damiez started toward the car.

"Lets get the hell out of here before she gives them a dose of her famous lemonade." Damiez muttered, dashing through the snow (in a one horse open sleigh! hey! sorry...) toward the car. Genny followed him, laughing. She was still slightly curious though.

Who was moving in?

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"Geeeeeennny?! Whats for dinner?" Frankie's voice came from the living room. Genny looked up from the essay she had been working on, The Wonders of Economics, the one that she had to write before the end of christmas vacation, and was due the day she went back to school, and frowned.

"I have no idea Fran. Why dont you ask Damiez? He never cooks us dinner." Genny said, rubbing her eyes from squinting at the computer screen for nearly an hour.

"He always burns it!" Frankie wailed, leaning heavily against the doorframe. Genny gave her sister an annoyed look.

"Look. I can't right now. I'm in the middle of something." Genny said, taking her fingers away from the keyboard and folding them across her chest, watching her sisters reaction turn from whiney to furious in a matter of two seconds.

"Can i order Chinese then?" Frankie asked, suddenly looking excited. Genny nodded.

"Yeah sure. Get me some sweet and sour chicken though. Put it in the microwave. I'll have it later k?" Genny said. Frankie nodded and disappeared from sight.

"Oh and Erika might be sleeping over again." Frankie called as she went back into the living room. There came a loud groan from above, followed by a terrific crash. Genny dropped her head into her hands. This was usually how the evenings went at the Twinsin household. Frankie invited one or more of her friends over, and Damiez breaking shit. She lifted her head again to study the computer screen as her sisters voice sounded from the living room, making the order for more than enough chinese food for the three of them, and Damiez chasing George, whom which he had been giving a bath at the moment, thundering around upstairs. Noises Genny was used to. Noises she had been hearing since she was 11. Normal...everyday normal.

Suddenly there came a soft pinging noise in the back of her ears. It was loud and continued through her mind until it settled softly in the background of the normalcy. She was shocked at the sound, and looked around for the source of it. Usually she only heard this kind of noise when Damiez was around. But Damiez was upstairs...

"Damiez?" She called. But of course there wasnt an answer. Damiez was up in the upstairs bathroom, yelling at George to stop scratching at his eyes. She stood up quickly, trying to place where the pinging sound, which had died down considerably, was coming from. As she stepped out into the front hallway, she realized the pinging was coming from outside. It was increasing in volume as she moved toward the front door. She opened the front door and stepped out into the snow, not caring that the cold snow was seeping into her socks and freezing her feet. She hugged herself as she looked out across the yard for what was causing her a feeling of lightheadedness.

Her brown eyes fell on the house across the street. The one that had been empty until today. The moving van was gone, and was replaced with a hot red camaro. For a moment, she just stared at the car, but then she realized that the passenger and drivers doors were open, and long jean clad legs started to appear from the passenger side. The legs were followed by a thin, lean man with messy blonde hair, his body and face resembling that of something you would see in an abercrombie poster, and he stretched luxriously before moving out of the way. Another pair of legs were followed by the blonde, and with a start of surprise, Genny realized that the man getting out of the car behind the greek god like man, was the exact same guy. She realized then they must of been twins. Suddenly there was a shout from inside the car and the sunroof on the camaro opened up, and a head poked out. This guy's hair was long and as dark as her own, and fell down back into the car. He was shouting at the twins and waving something in the air. Genny blinked when she realized it was a gameboy.

"Its not our fault you lost your stupid batteries." The first of the set of twins shouted back at the dark haired one. The black haired guy slid all the way out of the sunroof and hopped off the hood of the car and onto the driveway. Genny now had a better view of the black haired gameboy infuriated man, and he wasnt unlike the twins. His black hair fell down to his waist, and was tugged into a ponytail, away from his face. He was wearing a khaki colored pair of cargo pants, and a black pinstriped dress shirt that was opened slightly at the chest. He had shoved his hands into his pants pockets and was trying to ignore the twins as they imitated the angry rant he had just been throwing as he emerged from sunroof. Genny stood there, staring out across the yard and at the guys with her mouth hanging open.

A young man climbed out of the car from the side the twins had emerged. He looked younger than the rest, and his disheveled appearance gave Genny the impression that he had had a hard ride over. Another guy climbed out of the camaro behind the teenager, and Genny watched him step out of the car and brush off his shoulders, looking bored and restless for something to do. He stood next to the black haired guy, who was now watching the twins. Genny looked at the twins too and balked when she realized that the second twin to have emerged from the camaro had shoved a hand down the teenagers pants and was laughing as the teenager squealed and struggled to get away from him. The group of guys were watching the twins now, who were both all over the teenager like flies on a carcass. Genny wasn't homophobic, but she had seen some gays in her lifetime, but never ones that fruity. ('cept maybe on television) For a moment she thought that the last guy had indeed been the last, but then ANOTHER pair of jeans appeared from the car, followed by yet another lean muscular body. Brown hair appeared, messy and disheveled like the teenagers in appearance, and a large pair of eyes. She couldnt make out what color. But with a jolt Genny felt the soft pinging in the back of her mind increase in volume to the point she could hear nothing else but the annoying chimming. She grabbed her head in an effort to block out the sound, but it was a more of an internal noise. All she had done was block the sound in with her hands. She gritted her teeth in pain and tried to stand steady as she looked back across the street towards the house. The five other guys had disappeared into the house, leaving the brunette standing there alone. Genny eyes went wide when she realized he was staring straight at her. They're gazes locked, and the pinging grew so loud that Genny's eyes started to water. She saw the handsome brunette suddenly sway as well as the edges of her vision began to darken. The front door across the street opened then, and the black haired guy appeared. Then, Genny's mind went black as well as her vision, and she fell backwards, landing with a crash onto the front steps. As she drifted into unconciousness, the last thing she heard was;

"Hey Kyle...wheres the batteries?"

She prompty passed out.

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Indy: hey guys! Guess what? I wrote this out of boredom! I've never actually done that before! hehe! oh and my sister, Violet, helped me write this!

Violet: HI! Yeah isnt it the greatest? The Frankie character is like...my favorite!

Indy: I couldnt imagine why. Hmm...maybe...BECAUSE ITS YOU?!

Violet: wow...no need for such violent outburst Indy darling.

Indy: sometimes you really scare me Vi...

Violet: I know isnt it GREAT?!