It was too funny to keep to myself!!!! XD And it is based off of a different fanfic from someone else on fanfiction.net so yeah! ENJOY~!





“I'm going to put this simply for both of you. Hurt my son”-there was a pointed look at Ciel-“or my daughter,”-a pointed look at Shane this time “and I will break you. Understand?”
Both nodded their heads swiftly. With an almost evil smile, Fang stood up.
“Glad to talk with you.”
The other boys started to slowly back out of the room.
“Before te go, my wife wished to speak with te both. I believe she's in the kitchen.”
Again, both boys nodded. In the hall, Mel found them.
“Did it go well?”
“Yes. Just fine,” Shane answered.
“Now we just have to go talk to your mom.”
Mel paled.
“My mom?! Wait!”
But both boys were gone. Mel turned to see her father leaning against the bacheca with an all-knowing smirk, barely holding back a chuckle.
“Didn't warn them about mom?”
“Nope.”

The two boys walked the short distance to the kitchen. They did find Devin in there and entered at the same time. Devin turned to them with a smile. Jon, who had been sitting successivo to Lexi while she colored, grabbed his sister and went into a different room. Not a good sign. But not a warning either. Yet it made both boys a little nervous.
“Hello boys,” Devin greeted in her usual sweet manner. “Take a seat.”
Shane sat on one of the bar stools while Ciel perched on a wooden stool. They waited while Devin stirred something in a big pot. She turned around, still smiling.
“My children tell me te have feelings for them. Is this correct?”
“Yes Mrs. Adams,” Shane said.
“Correct.”
Devin turned away again, still smiling.
“Good. I'm very glad they have someone to care for.”
She turned around again, this time polishing a butcher's coltello while looking at them ever-so-calmly.
“Now I admit my children adore the attention. I also feel Fang is a little more....forgiving about certain rules. te will find I, however, am not.”
Devin moved the coltello in their direction and they both paled. But she just went back to polishing it.
“My rules are simple. Follow them and I will easily welcome te in. Would te like to know these rules?”
Both boys nodded, several shades paler.
“Rule number one. Doors stay open. I don't care if it's here, the mountain, o a hotel. Doors remain open at all times. Unless te have my permission. Rule number two; clothes stay on. Yours, theirs, and everyone's. If this rule is not obeyed, I'll skin te like a rabbit.
“And I must admit I'm not that good at skinning. Most flesh comes off. Rule number three; te are not allowed at the house after curfew and I will know if my children try to sneak out.”
Devin paused long enough to pick up another deadly knife.
“And my last rule. If I hear so much of a gasp o moan from my children o te trying anything, te will be thrown out. Do te understand?”
“Y-yes Mrs. Adams,” Shane detto in a frightened tone.
Ciel nodded quickly.
“Oh and one other thing. As their mother, it is my duty see that they are happy. As a Guardian Angel, it is my duty to keep them happy. Should they become...bothered, o unpleasantly upset, I will know.
“Since I care for their well being, mental health included, should I find evidence that te have caused any harm to them, it is simply my duty to care for them, and to...remove the fonte of detto harm. Quickly and efficiently. Let me inform te that I will have absolutely no problem removing the problem. In fact, I would enjoy it. Do I make myself clear?”
Both boys nodded, even paler than before.
“Oh and if I find out te have o are planning to do anything even remotely sexual with my children, I will throw te off this cliff myself. Are we understood?”
“Yes Mrs. Adams!” they detto in unison, both boys filled with fear.
Devin smiled brightly and put the now polished knives away.
“Wonderful. Would te like to stay for dinner?”