A/N: I was asked on Tumblr if there would be a sequel to the random haunted house drabble and this chapter was the result. It got dark and morbid very fast, so maybe I should have left it as it was before. Also, wow, the amount of hits this fic already has after barely being a day up...holy shit, thanks for checking it out (glad people seem to like it or at the very least read through it to see what was up). I realize some of the chapters aren't the greatest but I wanted to, again, keep my kidxlaw drabbles/one shots/etc able to be found in one place instead of searching through my archive on Tumblr.

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Modern AU

Chapter warnings: character deaths

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The sensation of falling ended as soon as it had begun and did not end with what Kid had morbidly assumed would be a sickening thud. The red head held still in any case, but when he found that he could move, Kid sat up and wondered what the fuck had just happened to him.

The unseen touch was gone, but Kid was still in complete darkness.

A giggle sounded in the silence; it was very close, as were the sudden footsteps that creaked along an unseen floor.

"Shit." Kid muttered, and knew that he should have told Law to fuck off when the other man had asked the red head if he'd wanted to go on this little venture. Kid heard a door creak when the giggling faded away. The red head raised his voice in question, "Oy, Trafalgar! Is that you?"

No response but for a few quick footsteps fading into nothing.

"Where the hell are you?" Kid grumbled crossly, still unable to see where in the hell he was.

A light flickered on overhead, as of sensing the red head's thoughts, even though the continued flicker of the bulb indicated that it might go out any second.

Kid was far more concerned with where he was, and from the looks of it, it was a cellar of some sort. As the red haired man peered around the dimly lit room with the light fading in and out at random, Kid spied two doors, both wide open.

A dragging sound came from the room to Kid's immediate left, and through the darkness of the room, a hand emerged, fingernails scraping along the dirt ground. The light continued to flicker overhead as the hand slowly dragged itself in Kid's direction.

"Oh fuck." Kid didn't wait to see what the hand was attached to, and instead got to his feet and went through the door to his right. Ghosts were one thing; zombies were something else entirely and the red head did not want to contemplate whether or not the apocalypse had happened since he'd entered this damn mansion with Law.

Kid emerged into another dimly lit room, though the light only flickered on occasion in here unlike it did in the cellar. "Trafalgar?" The red head ventured. Seriously, where the fuck had Law waltzed off to without him? Kid stiffened at the sensation of hands suddenly grasping at him, and froze further at the cold puff of air of someone breathing against the back of his neck. Kid broke into a dead run and didn't look back. Even though he couldn't see where he was going, the red head did not want to know what had been breathing on his neck like that.

Kid suddenly stumbled when a grasping hand seized him and caused him to lose his balance. With a curse, the red head pitched forward but instead of hitting the ground, Kid hit water and was submerged in it instantly. Kid flailed his way to the surface, gasping and coughing, shocked over how icy the water was as it bit into his skin like cold fire.

What the hell? Why was there water beneath the mansion? A well? But there weren't any water sources near the building for miles, so why was there…?

Something even icier than the water he found himself in grasped Kid by the arm. The red head twisted to free himself, only to catch sight of what was holding him. Kid's mouth dropped open in shock, before the red head clamped his jaw shut as he did his best to hold his breath.

Law was in the water with him, and it was the dark haired man who was causing the bone-chilling cold with his hand around Kid's arm.

The red head tried to swim away because of the expression on Law's face, or rather, the lack of one. It was a much more terrifying sight than anything that Kid had seen or experienced thus far in that mansion. Kid, squinting through near dark water, was able to see that Law's eyes were wide and staring despite being underwater. The worst of it was how Law's eyes were devoid of any life and yet…it seemed like the dark haired man was staring straight at Kid.

By now, Kid was in desperate need of air, but Law seemed to have other ideas, and leaned in close to kiss the red head.

Kid was shocked, to say the least, but he had no time to process the unexpected gesture because Law pressed closer to him in the water.

Law forced Kid's mouth open in order to deepen the kiss. The dark haired man seemed intent on depriving Kid of air, which was a rather heatless thing to do considering the circumstances. Unless, of course, Law was trying to drown him on purpose.

And then hands, countless hands, suddenly began to caress Kid, though the red haired man, when he managed to peer out of one bleary eye, couldn't see anything in the water but for himself and Law.

The dark haired man, meanwhile, kept up his grip on one of Kid's arms as Law's other hand reached up to tangle into Kid's hair as Law continued to kiss the oxygen deprived red head.

Kid was freed from the kiss some time later, but now the red head needed air more desperately than before. Kid's automatic reaction, however, was to try to gasp in air, which only allowed the icy water in. Kid's struggles weakened even as Law wrapped his arms around the red head's neck and tucked his face against Kid's throat.

Kid was fading in and out of consciousness by then, but he was sure of one thing, and that was the physical sensation of Law's limbs wrapped around him. The last thing Kid knew before the dark waters claimed him was that Law's body suddenly went rigid, as if in shock.

The dark haired man struggled to bring the two of them to the surface for much needed air. Law's efforts seemed to be in vain, because no matter how hard he tried to kick his way to the surface, both men continued to sink in the water into what felt like endless icy depths.

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The crumbling mansion appeared to creak on its foundation, like some large beast yawning and stretching after it had had its meal.

The footsteps faded to nothing. The lights, which had been disconnected years and years ago, faded out as if the bulbs had never turned on. The giggles of what sounded like a young girl vanished into thin air, no longer needed to confuse the unsuspecting. The mansion, for all intents and purposes, was just an old building then. There was nothing remarkable about it other than the fact that it was still standing and hadn't yet been completely overrun by nature.

The mansion stood dormant after its latest visitors and would remain so, until more of the living stepped within its walls. After all, the only ghosts within the mansion were the unfortunate souls who went to the building with the intention of seeking out and experiencing paranormal activity.

The number of disappearances continued to rise within the area of the mansion but no bodies were ever discovered, and the local police continued to be baffled over the number of people who vanished over the years. It was a puzzle no one but those who investigated the mansion for reported paranormal activity could answer. And they couldn't answer nor could they even speak, not to the people who passed by the building or those who entered it, because the mansion wouldn't let them leave its grounds or interact with the living in any way.

The sentient building had found a constant food source, and didn't want that flow interrupted by fitful souls, who eventually faded into nothing in any case. The mansion used the trapped souls' energy to fuel its ability to manifest a haunting within its walls to lure new victims further and further into its near endless rooms, until there was no escape and no end but death.