Jekyll's POV

"I'm not letting you out again tonight."

"And why is that?"

"Remember last time?"

"Come on. I promise. "

"I was left with a hangover for the entire day. Someone had to take my patients for me."

"Alright, since reason is out of the question, I'm going to have to use brute force."

Without any warning I was suddenly thrown over his shoulder like a damsel in distress.

"I demand you to put me down."

"That's not going to happen."

"I'm going to have a headache tomorrow."

"That's not my problem."

"Hyde! I'll kill you!"

"Nope. I know you won't have the courage to."

I felt something hit my head and I blacked out.

Hyde POV

I finally got him to shut up. He always has to ruin what he calls "irrational thought" with his rational logic.

I lay him on the couch and take a look at him. He's unconscious, but to me at least, he looks peaceful. He's not the raving man that he was a few seconds ago. He's the most angelic creature I've ever seen.

I was born out of curiosity. My birthplace was in a beaker. He and I have so few memories in common I almost feel like I'm not a part of him. I am cursed to share this body and mind. No matter how hard I try I can't rid myself of him. I think of him as nothing more than a host.

As you can tell already, our relationship is a rocky one. I still haven't even begun to find out who I am and already he creates feelings in me which I know nothing about. What am I supposed to call this? Love?

But I can't possibly love this man. I hate him. He is everything I can't be.

If I told him "I love you." He would freak out and say that I'm "defying the natural laws of mankind". Didn't he deify the laws of mankind when he created me?

Maybe I should go to the bar and drink a little to forget this.

I finally decide to leave him a pill to take when he comes to himself. He's going to have a bad headache tomorrow.

Jekyll's POV

I groggily wake up. I instantly realize the splitting headache. I lie down quickly and groan in pain. I look on the little coffee table in front of me and realize a glass of water and a pill have been put there. Under the pill is a white piece of square paper. I sit up and pick the piece of paper up. On it is written: Dear Jekyll, I know this is going to help you. Please take this as a peace offering to last night. Mr. Edward Hyde.

"Hyde?" I call out.

"Yes?"

"Why did you do this for me?"

"I don't even know myself and if I tell you what I know you'll only say that it's "Unnatural."

"I'd rather have an explanation than no explanation at all."

"I don't know if I can explain this clearly but, since I can't have consent from you to love someone else, then I figured the only one left to love is you. I can't rid myself of you so I must love you."

I didn't know what to say to this as my head kept trying to encode something in what he had said that was secretly evil.

"Jekyll?"

I looked up to find that he was a very close distance in front of me. Closer than I would like him to be. Suddenly his lips were on mine. I tried to push him off of me. He held me tighter. I still struggled against him. My mind was reeling with disgust as he deepened the kiss and his tongue entered my mouth. Finally he broke the kiss and whispered, "I'll be easier if you stop fighting me."

"This is unnatural. You can't force me into this."

"Can't I?"

What happened next is too painful to tell you. All I can say is that Hyde was aggressive towards me and my clothes lie in shreds on the floor.

I had my back to the door and I curled myself into a ball. I cried myself to sleep that night, the nightmare of what had just happened replaying in my mind.