In a weird way, we're kind of living a domesticated life. Sure at night we kidnap people and torture them in the cellar, but during the day we all live like normal people. We sit around a table for a meals, just like non-murderous folks.

Of course I get to spend my breakfast next to the most amazing man in the world. He was wearing jeans with a hoodie, but no shirt. I kind of had stolen his shirt when I woke up. Even though I'm taller than him, I'm a my lowest weight right now so it actually was just the right size, if not a tad big. The guys oddly didn't mind me having only boyshort type of underwear on for bottoms. At this point I'm more of a chick than I am a guy.

"Ghost, did you borrow one of my shirts?" Ryan-Ashley asked from the top of the stairs.

I looked over from where I sat at the kitchen table and saw her with a bra on, but still covering her chest, "Yeah. Sorry. I'll wash it before I give it back to you."

Ryan-Ashley disappeared upstairs again. Moments later she trotted downstairs, now with a shirt on. "Did you get any blood on it?" She questioned as she passed me.

I carefully pulled the piece of pancake off my fork with my teeth and chewed it as slowly as I could to avoid answering her. "Um, yeah. Not my own but I'm sorry." I muttered.

She sighed, "It's okay. Keep it then."

"Thanks. I'll get you a new one." I replied.

Ryan-Ashley started to chop up some fruit to put on her pancakes. Balz came down moments after she did. He kissed her on her cheek as he passed her in the kitchen, then sat down with us to eat. Ricky watched this scene play out. He raised his class of orange juice to his lips and gave me a curious look.

"What?" I innocently questioned.

He took a heavy swallow, then horsely spoke, "Are you scared of her?"

"No." I sneered, appalled that he'd suggest it. Then I broke my initial reaction because I can't lie to him, "A little bit. It's a healthy fear though. Women are scary creatures."

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." He chuckled.

"Especially one that's an axe murderer." Balz said, just as she came to sit at the table. Ryan-Ashley leaned over him to set his plate in front of him, and he wrapped his arm around her waist, "A beautiful axe murderer, but at the end of the day still an axe murderer."

"Why do they call it an axe murderer?" Vinny pondered aloud, "Like, you don't call people knife murderers or gun murderers or poison murderers."

Ryan turned his head to the side, "Is that the type of shit you think about all the time?"

I laughed at their banter. Ricky was admiring me and I could totally see it out of the corner of my eye. When I looked over and busted him, he acted like nothing happened. I reached over and pinched him in his side. He jumped back like a cat and I just smiled at my little raccoon.

"Speaking of poison though, it is kind of nice to not have to worry about Mike poisoning our food." Vinny stated.

The happiness Ricky had brought me faded at the mention of my old friend, "He couldn't help it. It was impulse."

"Why did he want to poison people if he was a cannibal? Wouldn't the poison kill him when he ate the person he poisoned?" Vinny questioned.

"Yeah. Like I said, impulse. It's what he subconsciously wanted." I muttered.

"You don't really understand because you aren't a killer, but a lot of murderers, the one person they want to kill but can't is themselves." Ricky said, "They know it's the coward's way out, so they don't, but I met a lot killers that came close to killing themselves in their plots. A lot of them want to die because, well it get's them away from the people that they hate so badly they killed them, but the mind understands when it's betraying it's own kind."

"We aren't betraying our own kind," Chris spoke as he came down the stairs, "We're helping it. This world is fucked up. People think we're the virus, but we're the vaccine."

"Amen to that!" Balz praised.

"How'd you sleep?" I asked Chris, glancing back to him in the kitchen.

He smirked with the most Devilish look in his eyes. He only let me see that gleam of lust as he sat down next to me. "Great, and I know you two slept well."

I laughed, leaving it at that. Chris' room was right next to ours. He must've heard me welcoming Ricky back last night. I'm sure the whole house heard it. He just happens to be the only one that enjoys it. For the first year I knew Chris, I thought he was straight. Once I found out otherwise it was because he told me he was with Angelo. At the time I was already interested in Ricky. However, if him and I were both single, I wouldn't mind getting plowed by him. I saw him in the prison showers many times and I definitely wouldn't mind.

However, I love Ricky to death and Chris loves Angelo more than life itself. We'd never go there. I'm just saying, he's a hot piece of ass. Not as hot as Ricky though. All I want in life is Ricky.

Balz rolled his eyes, "Oh, the whole house knows you two slept well."

"You're just jealous." Ricky cocked a smile. He stood up, then grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. He spoke as he gestured down my body, "I mean, look at this. Who wouldn't be jealous that I get to have sex with this whenever I want to."

"Babe." I whined at his show-off-i-ness, even though I liked it.

I set my hand delicately on his chest. Ricky wrapped his arms around my waist, bringing one all the way to my back and pushing up my shirt a bit. He smiled brilliantly as he kissed me. If I could, I'd make out with him for a hour right there. I don't think the guys would enjoy it that much.

"Gross." Ryan scoffed and we separated.

Ricky grabbed mine and his empty plates, taking them to the kitchen. I sat back down in my chair and crossed my arms over the table.

"Oh shush. Just because you're a scrooge with love, doesn't mean it's outlawed in the house." Ryan-Ashley said.

"It should be." He muttered.

I sighed to myself. Yeah, nothing will change the way I love Ricky, but it does kind of hurt when one of your few friends doesn't appreciate your relationship. Ryan just hasn't been happy with me lately. Last night I screwed something up, now he's grossed out by my love for my boyfriend. Plus no one is happy about the situation with Mike. What's next?

"Sorry." I grumbled and rested my chin on my arms, "Is this still about last night?"

"We can't change it now, so no. It doesn't matter anymore." He said with the most dead voice ever.

I sat there and sulked for a moment. Then an idea struck me and I sat up again, "You said last night that you don't have the equipment to test blood type, but it does exist, right?"

"Yeah..." He trailed, suspicious of where I was going with this.

"Well, how do we get you that equipment?" I asked.

"A clinic or a hospital should have testers in their stock but it's not like you can just walk into one and ask for some. Yes, hi, I'm on the top of America's most wanted list and more people have died in my basement than at this hospital, but could you help me out?"

I shook my head with a small laugh as Ricky sat back down, "Come on, you know me better than that. Why don't we raid the place?"

"Hospitals are dangerous." Vinny said, leaning back in his chair, "There's cameras all over. They have shit they can use for patients if they get out of line. You don't want them using that shit on you."

Ryan stared at the table while he thought about it, "Yeah," He murmured, "But there's a lot of shit in a hospital that I could really use."

"There's a small one on the edge of the town. It's 24 hour, so we can go in at night." Chris stated.

"We'll cut the power before we go inside." Ricky added.

"Then we kill everyone and steal as much as we can take." I grinned, "C'mon Ryan, what'd you say?"

He bit at the inside of his cheek and stared back at me. After a moment of silence he said, "Fine, but if anything goes wrong it's your fault."

I agreed to take blame, though I doubt we'd get caught. We never do. I turned to Ricky and gave him a celebratory kiss. We've never had much of a chance to kill people together. Sure, I got to take out a few people with Ricky and Chris, but not all of us. This is going to be fun...