Two thin shadows floated down from the sky... and got themselves caught up in a bare tree.

"Hey... Junki. Look." One skinny shadow spoke to the other as they both dangled from two low branches. "That's cool. We have shadows. But... I thought we didn't have shadows." When the skinny shadow didn't get a response, it gave the other skinny shadow a poke. And the other skinny shadow returned the skinny shadow's poke with a punch.

"Jaejoong, you've been reading one too many vampire books written by lovesick women in their old age."

"But Grams doesn't have a shadow... and she's a vamp like us."

"Grams doesn't have a shadow because she's a ing foot mat slash vampire slash human slash werewolf slash bigfoot. Now shut up." The shadow called Junki wrestled free from the tough branch holding him captive. "Seriously... how the do we always end up in a tree?"

"I think it's because we're in the middle of the woods and there's lots of trees in the middle of the woods."

Junki grabbed the shadow named Jaejoong's ankle and yanked him free. "It was a rhetorical question."

"Like how do I know the difference? What if you want me to answer and I think it's a rhetorical question and I don't answer and you get mad?"

"I told you to shut up, didn't I? I don't expect you so speak after I tell you to shut up. It would defeat the purpose of telling you to shut up."

"Yes..." Jaejoong didn't seem to be listening much to his twin shadow. He was too busy inspecting something nearby. That something was twitching behind the trunk of a tree. "Junki..." He called to his twin. But another 'shut up' was all he got. So Jaejoong, the still young, still curious vampire, shuffled around the tree and was greeted by a leg. Yes, a very white, milky leg... quite detached from the rest of its body. Jaejoong didn't find it bizarre, no, not at all. He picked up the twitching leg and placed it against his shoulder like a musket.

"Junki... I found it."

"You did? Why didn't you say so?"

"I said 'Junki' and then you wouldn't let me finish."

"That's because you hesitate too much when you speak."

"It's not hesitation... it's a pause for dramatic effect."

"Anyway, you found it. Let's get it back to Grams."

"You called her 'it.' You'll hurt her feelings. You know she probably has feelings... somewhere." Jaejoong looked at her dangling foot, searching for the holes where feelings might flow out from.

"No, she doesn't."

"Yes, she does."

"No, she doesn't."

"Yes, she does."

As the twins argued away, the feminine leg started bouncing about on Jaejoong's shoulder. "I think her leg wants to go now." So they marched away on foot this time towards Gram's house in the middle of the woods because they'd rather not get stuck up in another tree and scratch up her leg.

"Wait, Junki. Don't we also have to look for her arm? I think... it was her left arm."

Junki took a quick glance at the leg on Jaejoong's shoulder and shook his head. "Let's just get this piece to Grams before you lose control over it." And indeed, it looked like a super slippery fish wiggling and bouncing and thrashing wildly against the side of Jaejoong's head. Jaejoong seemed to be enjoying it though. He always enjoyed the most particular things. Maybe it was because he hung out with a doll too much instead of hanging with his own kind. They were always disappearing off somewhere, Jaejoong and Xinling whom the white, milky leg belonged to. Yeah, who knows what they do together.

"Not to worry. I've got a firm grip on her leg, Junki. I've had much, much practice."

Junki stared at his brother with his small, slit eyes. They made him look evil... all the time. "You know what? I don't think I need to know. Let's go."