Chapter 1
Remus kept feeling eyes watching him wherever he went.
It started at the beginning of November, the breeze was just starting to get intense, and the sun was setting so early that by the time he was off of work, it was pitch black outside. His work, a small library on the corner of a new and popular 'diverse’ neighborhood, was only a few minutes away from his and James’ flat, hence why he walked home everyday, and James took their car.
Obviously, there were eyes all around him at the beginning of the walk, but they weren't staring at him, obviously, it was just regular people walking home or to a bar. So, it felt weird when he turned the corner and started heading down a less popular street and started to feel like he was being watched.
The street was dimly lit, only a few streetlights scattered about the sidewalks, some flickering slightly, and it was usually sort of comforting for Remus. Usually on the way home, he would listen to music, but his earbuds broke from water damage and now he was forced to walk in silence, the only thing cutting through the deep quiet of the street was faint TV sounds from the flats lining the streets and cars driving down every once in a while.
But, the feeling did not leave. It was like when you are in class and you feel someone from behind you staring down your neck, and he is terrified. In addition, it was freezing outside and the sky looked like it was about to start pouring rain on him. To say he was terrified would be an understatement.
His first thought was that he was feeling paranoid, as he organized the horror stories at work and read a few short novellas while working, but it seemed silly as he wasn't easily scared. He also did not believe in supernatural shit and wasn't going to start anytime soon.
His second thought, however, was that he was actually being followed. Things like that didn't happen often in his neighborhood in London, but it wasn't an outlandish idea. He wasn't the best looking in his opinion, despite what Lily says, and he dressed like a loser half the time, so him being followed also sounded strange.
He was so caught up in his head that he almost jumped out of his shoes when he heard a strange, echo-y intake of air behind him. He quickly turned around, pivoting on his foot to check behind him, but there was nothing there.
Then he ran - more like speed walked, his bones were not the strongest - the rest of the way home.
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The feeling kept coming back, every few days on his way home he would feel the eyes on him again, he even started bringing a pocketknife with him just to be safe.
When he told James and Pete about it, he was met with concerned faces and fake understanding looks and nods, but he knew how he sounded, and he wasn't surprised that his friends didn't believe him. Still, they tried their best to comfort him, and Pete made them all get ‘Life360’ on their phones just in case something ended up happening.
He never heard any sounds again, at least not strange ones like the first night, but he still felt the eyes. Sometimes, it wouldn't even be afterwork, it would be on his way to work, or when he was at work. Once, about halfway through November, he felt them at the store, and when he turned to check, all he caught was a wind of black hair disappearing behind an aisle.
So, he walked over to check if anyone was there, and there wasn't. The only thing remaining in the aisle was a cart with a singular mango in it. Strange.
As the month went on, he started getting used to the feeling, and he was almost becoming grateful for it. It was like a guardian angel was watching over him, or at least that's what Pandora told him it was.
The eyes were never on him when he entered his flat, which was good, but everywhere else they would be. He started tracking the days that he would feel them and noticed that it was mainly on Mondays, Thursdays, and the weekends that the eyes would follow him. He couldn't make any sense of it.
However, this feeling of ease didn't stay for long.
It was December 5th, a Thursday, and he prepared himself to feel the eyes on his back again, but he didn't.
His walk to work was calming and not watched, which made him feel more insane then when he felt like he was being watched. The library was getting more customers as the holiday season came, so he didn't even have time to focus on any feelings as he was so busy helping people all day.
On his walk home he stopped at the pizza parlor to pick up dinner for him and James, and didn't feel anything the whole way home. It was uncomfortable.
He hurried home, not wanting the pizza to go cold, and because he didn't feel as safe as he usually did. His new earbuds finally got delivered, so he had music again, but he only kept on in, just in case any sounds echoed behind him, but none did.
James wasn't supposed to be home for another hour, and Pete and the girls were supposed to come over on Friday for a small get-together, so he had to clean up the flat a little bit to prepare for them. They usually kept it tidy, so it wouldn't be too hard of a task. Plus, James would be too tired to do much cleaning anyways.
As he walked up the stairs to the flat, he heard a sound. A footstep, from below him. This shouldn't be weird, considering that other people living there, but it still startled him so hard that he almost threw the pizza at the wall. His footsteps quickened as he walked up the stairs, feeling like someone- something, was behind him.
He threw himself at the door and unlocked it as fast as he could before running in and slamming the door behind him. Their car, Minnie, greeted him and started to rub herself on his leg, but he ignored her, looking through the peephole instead.
The black hair blew just out of sight. Someone was following him.
“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath, pulling out his phone to text James in a panic.
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Someone was following me home.
ru Serious?!?!?!
Yes. I am scared shitless, I heard footsteps following me up the stairs and then saw that black hair from the supermarket rushing out of view of the peephole.
holy shiz
i Am guna hed home rn
I got pizza.
luv U
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James did in fact head home right away. He arrived almost 20 minutes later, which was a little concerning considering his work was almost half an hour drive away, but Remus didn't question it, he was too terrified to.
While he waited, he cleaned up their living room a little bit, but it was difficult to focus after finding out that he did feel eyes on him for the past month, and he was not going insane.
When James barged in, he flinched slightly, scared that the stalker broke in, but when he looked up from the bookcase he was organizing and saw the familiar mess of hair, he knew he was safe. He let out a breath of fresh air and got up, brushing his hands off on his jeans and walking over to the kitchen to get the pizza ready.
Footsteps followed him, “the area was empty when I showed, do you think the person left?” James asked, leaning against the island as he watched Remus, a concerned look etched on his face.
Remus stuck the pizza in the oven and set a timer before turning around and looking at his best friend, “I hope so. They have been following me for almost a month, James.”
James winced at that, his eyes closing and his eyebrows pinching together. Remus could feel the guilt of not believing him radiating off his body.
He walked over and leaned next to James, watching him and he clearly thought up a plan, “Should the girls still come over tomorrow?” He ended up asking.
Remus sighed and turned his body, miming the position James was in, “Yeah, but I think we should get camera’s, just in case.”
The boy nodded in agreement and pulled out his phone, already going to order security cameras. The oven beeped and he took out the pizza, placing it on the counter and taking out two plates and cups for them. He quickly plated the pizzas and filled up the cups with water.
They both grabbed their food and walked to the living room, settling onto the couch next to each other and turning the TV on, beginning to eat.
Their dinners were eaten in relative silence, both tired and in shock from the events, but the show they put on kept them entertained enough and distracted them slightly from the dilemma.
It wasn't until after they finished eating that something happened. James was washing their dishes and Remus was finishing cleaning up the living room when someone - or something - tried to open their door. Remus’s head shot up, and he heard James freeze from his task. The doorknob was rattling, and Remus rose up slowly, sneaking over to the kitchen with James.
They made eye contact and Remus nodded his head to the drying rack, where a knife lay. James took his message and grabbed the knife, holding it out like a sword, and following closely behind Remus as he snuck towards the door, the knob still rattling. They listened closely and Remus sucked in a breath as he heard a small, echo-y breathing once more, just like the first day he was followed.
He slowly reached the door, James's tailing right behind, and looked through the peephole. What he saw shook him to his core.
It was two men, well, men wouldn't be the right word, because these ones looked like aliens. Their skin was white, not pale, white, and their eyes were fully black, at least Remus thought so.
The faces on the things were strikingly similar, maybe brothers, but one was shorter than the other and had short black hair. Remus’s eyes widened even more when he saw the man(?) standing next to him, who seemed to be the one turning the doorknob, a confused look on his face. He has long, curly black hair, and Remus recognized it as the hair he saw in the supermarket all those days ago and the hair he saw not even two hours earlier.
He turned his head to James and stepped back, pointing at the door for James to look for himself. He had a questioning look on his face before stepping up and looking through the peephole, an even more confused look growing on his face, and his mouth fell open.
“Should we open it?” Remus mouthed to James; he was starting to get annoying by the constant rattling of the doorknob.
James seems to think about this for a second, before backing away and nodding. He stood back behind Remus, knife still in hand, and watched as Remus inched forward, grabbing the handle and stopping the shaking.
He reached his other hand up and unlocked it and slowly turned the knob and opened the door. The two men looked up at them with wide, beady eyes, which Remus noticed had swirls of light blue and grey in them, and rushed inside, not even saying a word.
Remus and James backed up, allowing the two strange beings in, and made eye contact, a confused look on both of their faces. The two things kept walking until Minnie came up to them and started rubbing on their legs. They seemed scared, and the shorter boy who Minnie was rubbing on jumped slightly.
Remus took in their appearances’ slowly, trying to grasp an understanding at what his life had turned into.
The tall boy on the left had on a black tank top, which fitted him amazingly and in all right spots, and a pair of pink baggy sweatpants. They looked slightly too big for him, but fit perfectly on his waist, must've been some new ‘trendy’ style. On his feet he was wearing black slides, and he looked very comfortable, contrasting the shorter boy next to him.
He was very skinny, similar to the long-haired on, but dressed way more put-together. He had on black combat boots, which looked like the Doc Martens that Marlene wore, and a pair of baggy black jeans. A basic black t-shirt topped the outside off, but it was just fitted enough that Remus could see his fit figure.
James had left Remus’s side while he was looking at the two visitors and put the knife down and was now watching from the kitchen doorway as the two white beings stared at the cat, acting as if they had never seen one before.
Remus finally worked up the balls to say something once Minnie left them alone and they threw themselves on the couch; “Who are you guys?”
James nodded in agreement, shocked to silence, and started walking over to the couch.
The two things looked at each other and seemed to communicate through their eyes before turning back to Remus, the longer one spoke first, “I have been watching you,” is all he said before stopping and scrunching up his face and turning back to the shorter haired boy, communicating silently yet again, a chill rolled down Remus’s spine. His voice seemed fake, like he was speaking through one of those voice-changed megaphones. It was echo-y and cold and sounded like a robot's voice.
James sat in the armchair next to the couch, his eyes not leaving the two boys. He seemed to be just as confused as Remus.
He looked back towards Remus and shrugged his shoulders, leaning back into the couch and getting a little too comfortable for being in a stranger's house.
“What's your guys’ names?” Remus tried, needing context for these strange visitors.
The boy's eyes lit up and he smirked slightly, “I am Sirius, this is my brother Regulus. We are from Orion,” he said, not a hint of sarcasm on his face.
James let out a groan-like sound of confusion and Sirius and Regulus turned to him, both tilting their heads in question.
He ran his hands over his face and took his glasses off, placing them on the side table, before looking back up at the brothers, “Why are you here?”
Silence filled the living room. Sirius made a pout-like thinking face, and Regulus stared at him longer, Remus was scared, and he wasn't even the one being stared at. Sirius was deep in thought, and Remus wondered if they even spoke English at all. Their voices were very weird after all.
Sirius sighed, breaking the silence, before starting, “We have been following him,” he gestured towards Remus, “for almost a month. Our job is to come to spy on the humans, but I got curious, and Reg did not want to leave me alone, so he came with me. We both started becoming obsessed with the life you guys live over here, and last night we came home late, and our mother was very mad. She said, ‘If you guys want to be humans so bad then so be it,’ and sent us here,” he explained like it was obvious.
Remus whimpered, in fear and shock, and walked over to the couch, sitting down before he could faint from the shock. He placed his hands in his head and looked down, this had to be a joke. Aliens aren't real... Right?
He looked up at James and saw that he was already looking at him, they made eye contact and James made a questioning face before shrugging in defeat and turning back to the brothers, who were now playing - poking and strangely rubbing - Minnie, who stretched herself across their laps.
“So let me get this straight,” James began, putting his glasses back on and rubbing a hand through his hair. The two brothers stopped their movements and looked at him in sync, “You two are aliens and got kicked out of your galaxy-”
“Constellation...” Remus interrupted and cringed as James shot him a look before continuing.
“Constellation, whatever, and now you are here? Why? Do you even know our names?” He ended, looking more manic than when he started.
Sirius looked confused for a second, as if he forgot why he was even here, but then smirked. Nudging Regulus in the arm and giggling, “They really do call us aliens,” he jeered, and Regulus just stared at him with a straight face before looking back down into his lap.
He rolled his eyes and looked up at James yet again, “we are not ‘aliens’, we are ‘Stella Virs, for your information,” he rolled his eyes yet again, which made James smile slightly, “and yes, I know his name is Remus and yours is James. We are here because we are going to live here now,” he stated, matter-of-factly, and looked smug for someone who just invited himself into someone else's home.
James nodded slowly, that same smile on his face, except it looked more teasing now. Remus sat there in disbelief, his head resting on his hand now as he looked at Sirius. Not an ounce of sarcasm was on his face, and Remus sighed.
“We only have two bedrooms,” Remus mumbled, and all eyes turned to face him at once, “so you guys would have to sleep on the couch-”
“What is ‘couch’?” Sirius asked, and Remus barked out a laugh.
“Are you serious? You don't know what a couch is?”
“I am always Sirius...” He mumbled, turning his face down in shame. James groaned and face planted before interrupting Remus when he started to speak.
“You guys are on the couch right now. We have friends coming over tomorrow, and I think they would be very confused if they saw two aliens-”
“Not aliens!”
“Sirius shut up! Whatever, two ‘Stella Virs’, sleeping on our couch, so you would have to hide, but you can stay here,” he finished raising his eyebrows at the two, waiting for their responses.
Regulus looked up at him and nodded, confirmed to Remus that he was alive and not just a mannequin, and looked at Sirius, talking through their eyes once more.
“Reg is thankful, but he said he feels uncomfortable in these clothes we took and wants a different pair,” Sirius stated.
James nodded and got up, heading down the hallway to his bedroom, and Remus followed, leaving the two aliens in the living room.
They stopped once they made it into the quiet of James’ room and turned to face each other. James sighed and started rustling through his closest, pulling out a pair of pajama pants and a band shirt before turning back towards Remus.
“This is insane, right?” He asked, his voice sounded just as confused as when the brothers first showed up.
Remus nodded and shook his head, rubbing his forehead in confusion once more. He could feel a headache developing.
“Let's just be good hosts, and we will go on from there.”
James nodded and walked past Remus, walking back down the hallway into the living room. Remus followed behind him slowly and started to process the reality of the situation.
Two space beings showed up at their doorstep and were now staying in their flat. The same space beings that were stalking Remus for the past month.
James handed the clothes to Regulus who just nodded in response. James scoffed and Remus could tell he was waiting for a thank you, but it never came.
“You know, when someone does something good for you, you are supposed to say, ‘thank you’,” he said, looking between the two brothers who seemed shocked at the firm tone of his voice.
Regulus looked down in shame and stood up, looking James in the eyes. They were only a few inches apart and James could see the grey swirls of his eyes, “Thank you,” a low, metallic voice sounded from Regulus’ mouth, and James’ eyes widened before he muttered a small ‘you're welcome’ and stepped out of the way.
“Bathrooms the door on your right,” Remus informed Regulus who nodded and brushed past him, he then turned to look at Sirius, “If you need anything, my rooms the door on the left, just knock before you come in. There are blankets in that basket, help yourself. We will wake you up in the morning.”
Sirius nodded and slid his black slides off his feet before shuffling over to grab a blanket. He decided on the rainbow quilt one that Remus’s mom made him; it was his favorite. A smile grew on Sirius’ face and Remus was so busy watching him that he didn't even notice James's walking down the hallway to his room until the door shut.
“We don't have couches or blankets at Orion,” Sirius breathed out, “Can you teach me how to use it?”
Remus raised his eyebrows in shock, “How do you guys' sleep?”
“We do not need to sleep up there, the only time we get sucked out of life is when on missions to the Earth in disguise, it is very draining,” he explained, walking towards Remus, and lifted the blanket slightly in question. Remus was too lazy to ask what he meant so he just kept his mouth shut.
They smiled at each other and Remus walked over to the couch, laying a pillow down on the end that stuck out of the L shaped couch. He laid down and turned towards Sirius, “lay like this, and hand me the blanket.”
Once he got up, Sirius rushed over, shoving the quilt into his hand and copying Remus’ position. He looked like a giddy child. Remus smiled at the thought and draped the blanket over him, watching as his eyes widened and his smile grew more, a blush like layer of glitter showed up on his cheeks, and he looked ethereal.
“You think you can teach your brother this?”
Sirius nodded and was about to get more comfortable when he gasped, “Oh! Uhm.. Thank you!”
Remus shook his head in amusement, he was already learning so much. “Your welcome, Sirius, good night.”
“Yes!” He smiled, Remus said that he did not know what ‘good night’ meant yet, but he was too tired to care.
He turned off the lights to the living room and kitchen, leaving only a small lamp on to act like a night light for the brothers. Regulus left the bathroom in James’ clothes, which practically drowned him, and gave a straight-lipped smile and nod to Remus before going to the living room.
This was going to be a strange month.