Kian and Bentlee were weeping while the others were simply standing uncomfortably over the dead body of Norman Faulkner.

"Shit..." Kian kept whimpering. "Shit...shit...shit...fuck...I murdered my brother. I murdered my own fucking brother..." the twin who had just made himself an only child was near hysterics. Bentlee was just standing there in the darkness silently sobbing. Robert glanced to Andreis now whispering,

"I think those two are being a tad over dramatic if you ask me. We were going to murder someone anyways, who cares who it was." Robert stepped forward. "Listen, as much as I'm sure you two would love to have a pity party right now what is done is done. We're all murderers, every single one of us, which means no matter what happens none of us can rat on the others or we all go to jail. We need to get rid of the body and quickly. We've wasted enough time already." Eric looked to them now.

"He is right. I can take care of the body again. Kian, can you forge your brothers handwriting?" After a moment Kian nodded stiffly. "Good, I need you to write a note from Norman saying he was running away."

"Norman would never-"

"It does not matter. Your parents only see him a few times a year. All of us can vouch, if asked, that he had been dropping hints about running away from St. James for almost two months. Robert, you were Norman's roommate, correct?"

"Yeah."

"I need to you clear out any valuables and items that Norman would have taken with him if he really was running away. Once you have them bring them to me, I will dispose of them at the same time as the body."

"Will do," Robert said with a grin, giving Eric a two finger salute.

"The rest of you, go straight to your rooms, just make sure to leave at different intervals and different directions. Oh, and do not worry about your current appearance...it is Halloween after all."

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Andreis rolled over on his side in bed, his blankets pulled up tightly around him. The murder from that night kept replaying over and over again and he couldn't tell if it was because he was horrified by the fact that he had done it or...if it had been because he had enjoyed it so much. He pressed his face against the pillows letting out a heavy sigh, he wished that his mind could just go blank, that he could simply just stop thinking.

"Andreis..." the soft whisper of a voice caused him to quickly sit up, there sitting beside him on the bed was Eric Marshall. He was dressed strangely, wearing only an overly large white shirt. He still had his devil horns on, the little points of red peeking up from his tousled light blonde hair. Eric watched him through lidded eyes, smiling slightly.

"You seem surprised." Andreis had trouble seeing clearly in the darkness without his glasses but he wasn't imagining this...Eric was there perched on his bed wearing hardly any clothing.

"Uh yeah..." he glanced quickly to Mika who was still sleeping in the bed beside him. "How did you get in here without waking either of us up?" Eric shrugged.

"You simply were not alert enough. You need to pay more attention to your surroundings. Trust your body...let it guide you." As he spoke his fingers trailed under Andreis's shirt, his fingers brushing up his bare stomach causing a shiver to pass through him.

"Wha...what are you doing?"

"What are you talking about?" Andreis was struggling to think with Eric's hands traveling up his chest. His pulse had quickened and his entire body felt warm.

"Does murdering people...get you in the mood?" A playful smile danced on Eric's lips.

"What if it does?" He suddenly moved, straddling Andreis. The hand that wasn't up Andreis's shirt had reached forward, caging Andreis's wrists behind his head. Eric leaned closer, pressing a slow, hot, kiss to Andreis's lips causing the boy's entire body to shudder. When his mouth was free Andreis quickly shook his head, speaking in a hushed whisper.

"W-We shouldn't..."

"You do not like it?"

"Nonono...it feels...fuck...it feels great. But...Mika is right there. He could wake up."

"He will not." Eric tilted his head to the side, blonde strands falling in his face, "trust me." And then Eric's mouth was on his again and it was intoxicating. He bit at Andreis's lips and neck and finally he tugged off Andreis's shirt tossing it aside. His kisses began to move down his chest and Andreis surrendered to them, light pecks turning to small bites. "You are hard," Eric said suddenly as if he was surprised, his voice as soft and gentle as ever. Andreis struggled to even nod.

"Y-Yeah..."

"Should we take this further then?" Before Andreis could think Eric had tugged down his boxers and a small gasp escaped Andreis as he lowered himself over him. He leaned forward, whispering softly,

"I prepared myself before I got here, just for you Andreis." Andreis swallowed hard, his heart was pounding.

"E-Eric..." Eric gazed down at him from those soft blue eyes, tucking the few strands of light blonde hair that had fallen into his face behind his ear.

"Is something wrong?"

"N-No uh...I just...I thought you might want to know in case you're disappointed. I'm a...I haven't..."

"You are a virgin?" Andreis simply nodded stiffly. A small smile appeared on Eric's lips and he leaned forward pressing a gentle kiss to Andreis's lips. "That is alright. I can do the work, just relax." And then slowly Eric was lowering himself down onto him. Eric's long arms draped over his shoulders and Andreis gripped Eric's shirt tightly to try and stop himself from moaning as he slipped into him. Eric's hands traveled to Andreis's hips now, brushing lightly up his now exposed legs. "Move them up in time with me, I know you can do it." Andreis did what he was told and Eric rolled his hips forward, going down hard on him. Despite how desperately he tried Andreis couldn't stop the light moans and whimpers that escaped his lips at each movement of Eric's hips. Eric who was relatively silent was breathing heavily, his pale face flushed. His hair had fallen back into his face and was damp with sweat.

"It feels good, right?" Andreis nodded eagerly. He was starting to get the hang of it now, thrusting his own hips upwards every time Eric came down. He knew he had done especially well when a little gasp escaped the taller boy at one particularly hard thrust. The bed creaked beneath them each time they moved and Andreis wasn't sure if any kind of fucking could get better than this even if it was with a girl.

"Fuck...yeah...holy shit..." Eric came down especially hard now and without even thinking his name escaped his lips and his eyes fluttered shut. "Ah...fuck Eric..." Andreis suddenly felt something wet hit his chest. "Eric..." he looked up at Eric again and saw there was something slowly beginning to drip from Eric's eyes. It looked like he was crying but even in the darkness Andreis knew tears weren't that color. It was...holy shit it was blood. Blood was seeping from Eric's eyes, rolling down his cheeks. Eric smiled lazily at him.

"Is something wrong?"

"There's something...with your eyes."

"Ignore it. I am fine." Andreis's gaze moved to the ceiling now and noticed with shock that blood was beginning to drip from it as well, down from the ceiling and onto the bed. The white sheets were coated in it now, it dripped from his face and down Eric's slender white thighs and hips that were continuing to roll forward. "Do not worry about it. Enjoy it, let it add to the effect." And Andreis...despite his better judgment did just that, continuing to make love to Eric. And somehow...it felt just as good if not even better than before. A small sigh escaped him. That's when he realized the other members of the White Rose club were there. They circled the bed, all of them watching them, even Norman. The same blood dripped from their eyes and Andreis couldn't make out pupils. They were all smiling, all of them, the same cold, almost archaic grin.

"Eric..."

"Do not think about them," Eric whispered airly. "Look at me and only me. I am the only thing that you want, the only thing that exists to you. Finish this." And Andreis's did, bringing his blood soaked hips up in one last strong thrust before his head fell back onto the crimson stained pillows and he came harder than he ever had in his life.

Andreis's eyes shot open and he jerked awake. The sun was already streaming through the window and Mika looked over to him, a book in hand.

"You're lucky they're giving us a morning off cause of Halloween or you would be late to class." Andreis was still so in shock of what he had just dreamed that he hardly registered the fact that Mika was actually talking to him again. Mika rolled his eyes now,

"Have a nice dream?" Andreis flushed a deep shade of red.

"Uh...not really. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, no reason. I just was curious because you kept me up for half the goddamn night moaning Eric Marshall's name." Andreis's face burned and he turned over burying his head in his pillow.

"I can't believe you heard that...fuck. I want to die."

"Honestly I should be the one who wants to die from having to hear it." He had had a sex dream...about fucking Eric Marshall covered in blood the night they had murdered someone. What the actual fuck was wrong with him? Was this a sign from the devil? Was he going to hell?

"I've never...had a dream like that before with someone I actually knew...let alone a guy." Mika simply shrugged.

"It happens to everyone. It's an all boys school after all." Andreis had thought he would have felt guilty about killing Norman Faulkner...God, he even had prayed that he would feel guilty about killing him. He didn't want to be a soulless monster...he wanted to be a good person. Yet here he was, the night after he had just taken a life dreaming about making love to Eric Marshall covered in blood. There was no coming back from this...in one simple moment Andreis had damned himself. There could be no salvation for someone like him.