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I have a new story! And I keep starting new ones! I don't know why ;/ Anyway I want to share with you guys that I have been nominated for 2014 BTR FF AWARDS! And I'm hoping that all of you will support me. Fanfic has really helped me with everything that's been going on in my life and it's an honor being nominated and just being recognized.

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The Beginning

James paced quickly down the winding stairs. His shoes ticked on the old stone floors and the small windows let in beams of light from the cheerful summer day outside. He scowled at the joviality of the day as he finally reached the bottom floor of his house, if you could call it that. He had inherited the mansion from a long line of family members, whom he had never even met.

It was three stories tall and looked like something out of a book of fairy tales. In a secluded spot, the general public did not often see its beauty. The outside of the home was decorated with flowers and plants, most of which James had never even seen. His housekeeper, Carlos Garcia, took care of most everything, including the surrounding grounds. The first floor consisted of the opening hallway, with two winding stairs reaching up to the second floor. Also on the bottom floor was the kitchen, very large and modern in comparison to the medieval house, the dining room, and the living room. The living room was the largest room of the house and held the beautiful grand piano facing the large bay windows that were never open, and a magnificent fireplace. Up the winding stairs held the second floor, with bedrooms and bathrooms; and up the single winding staircase, the attic.

James sat down at the old piano and began playing. The music drifted through the house as Carlos walked down the stairs, watching him play for a while, before interrupting him. He cleared his throat loudly and James stopped playing.

"James, it's getting late," Carlos said. James stayed silent for a moment.

"Go to bed, Carlos. I'm not ready to go to bed." James instructed. Carlos watched his slim back slouch over the keys of the piano as he wiped invisible pieces of dust off of them.

"Alright" Carlos turned and left the room, leaving James behind.

It was midnight when James heard the quiet voices. The house had long gone dark; but he preferred the dark. The voices were unmistakably children's voices. They were whispered and at one of the bay windows in the living room. James sighed and walked over to the large windows. He opened them quickly and the whispering children gasped and turned to face him with eyes wide with fear. They stood in pure fright, unable to move or speak.

"Get out of here," James growled. The children screamed and ran away from his scarred and pale face.

"Breakfast is ready," Carlos s cheery voice penetrated his sleep-clogged mind and the bright morning sun broke through the barrier his eyelids created. He opened one eye to see Carlos pulling back the blinds, letting in the bright morning sun. He turned his head away and growled.

"It's nothing I haven't seen before, Sir," Carlos laughed and walked back downstairs. James sighed before swinging out of bed and getting dressed.

He stepped into the dining room to see his breakfast laid out before his usual seat.

"You're too good to me, Carlos," James chuckled. Carlos poked his head out of the kitchen doorway.

"With how much you pay me, I'm not good enough and I never will be," he smiled.

"You deserve every penny." James sat and ate. He had inherited a large amount of money and would never have to work a day in his life, for that he was thankful. Years before he had hired Carlos as a housekeeper, butler, groundskeeper, and more. Carlos did an amazing job and was paid more than most doctors made. He was also allowed a free room and food.

"Aren't you going to come join me?" James called out as he ate his food.

"Sorry, need go to the store. Speaking of which-"

"I'll fill out the check," James said with a mouth full of bacon.

"Thank you," Carlos shouted from inside the kitchen.

As soon as he was done eating he went to the piano and got to work.


Kendall finished unpacking the last of the boxes and moved to get dinner ready. He prepared some steaks and potatoes with biscuits. He set the three plates down and called for his baby sister and his brother.

"Katie, Logan! Dinner is ready!" he yelled out the door. He heard a few goodbyes from the back entrance and then his sister appeared in the back door. Logan came down the stairs, yawning and scratching his belly. They all sat down and started to eat.

"Make some new friends?" Kendall asked as he chewed steak.

"Yeah, a couple. Apparently there's a monster here, if it's true, I'm gonna be stinken rich!" Katie said. Kendall raised an eyebrow.

"A monster?" he tried not to laugh.

"Apparently. The other kids saw it last night!" Katie said.

"Uh huh... and where does this monster live?" Logan asked wiping sand away from his eyes

"Down the street, in that big house," Katie said, swallowing her food.

"If a monster has that much money, he has the right to be a monster," Kendall laughed. Katie rolled his eyes and continued eating.

"Well, its something and maybe I can make something out of it." Katie said.

"Such a business woman." Logan commented.

"Not as good as you, Doctor." Kendall smiled.

A year ago Kendall's mother lost to the battle of breast cancer and Kendall had to start taking care of her twelve-year-old sister. Kendall's older brother was living with them at the time and he suggested that they move and change the scenery. California had too many bad memories, with their father abusing and abandoning them and their mother passing away, they needed a fresh start and Minnesota provided that. The quiet state was a perfect start. Here, Logan was a fellow at Minnesota's number one hospital; he was the best plastic surgeon in town. Katie was the brilliant twelve-year-old girl, who was already in her sophomore year and Kendall the country's best hockey coach.

After dinner, Katie and Kendall got ready for bed, while Logan got ready to go to work. Kendall took a shower. Once he stepped out of the hot shower and wiped the steam off the mirror he studied himself. He was six feet tall with well-defined muscle. Not like a bodybuilder, but well enough so that when he flexed you could see the work he put into keeping his body fit. His brown hair was wet from his shower but was cut short and clean. His green eyes reflected the light and made them glow. He studied himself for a moment before nodding.

'I can get a man,' he told himself. He dried himself off and looked down at his flaccid member. He ten looked down at his abdomen. "It'll all get better."


Carlos returned a short time later with groceries that he put away quickly. He moved on to clean the house and do the laundry. When he was finished with his duties around the house, he went to find James.

"James, any requests for dinner tonight?"

James sat in the living room at the piano, the room was dark and the curtains were drawn tight. "No," James said bitterly. Carlos sighed and moved over to the windows to opened the curtains. "Hey!" James growled.

"You can't just sit here and pout all day. Go outside, do something. Everyday it's the same old thing," Carlos said.

"Do I look like I could go do something in public?" James asked. Carlos stared at his scarred face.

"Yeah, just don't let the people get to you," Carlos said.

"Liar," James growled. He stroked one of the longer scars on his face in thought.

"You have nearly a whole continent of land. Maybe don't go in public, but at least go outside," Carlos pleaded.

"For once Carlos, mind your own damn business and get back to work," James huffed. Carlos stared at him for a moment before leaving the room.

He stopped at the entrance and without turning said, "just because you have a messed up face doesn't mean you have a messed up life."

James stared at the pearly white keys of the piano silently. He stood and went up to his room, without dinner. He quickly stripped and crawled into bed, falling asleep quickly.

"Come on baby, just give me a few bucks," Jett begged.

"I told you, I don't feel comfortable giving you money," James returned, as he wrote down another note.

"Why not? You have tons and all you do is sit here all day and write music!" Jett stood and paced the room with boredom.

"Fine, what do you want to do?" James put down the pen and paper, and closed the piano.

"I don't know lets go clubbing or something," Jett suggested. James grimaced.

"Alright fine." He stood to go find something to wear.

"Why do you always have that attitude?" Jett growled as he walked away.

"I don't mean to, it's just that I always have to do something that you want to do. And if I don't, I have to give you money so you can go do it without me. Why don't you ever want to do something that I like?" James turned in the doorway to face him.

"Well what do you want to do?" Jett crossed his arms.

"Lets play music; I can teach you how to play piano or I can teach you how to sing! Or we could go outside and have a picnic, or watch a movie, or something," James shrugged.

"What are you forty? You're twenty for Christ's sake, you're supposed to be out partying and getting laid," Jett made a dancing motion.

"Is that what you do when I don't want to go with you? Just go get laid by someone else?" James glared.

"That's not what I meant," Jett rolled his eyes.

"Whatever," James turned. Jett grabbed his arm and spun him around.

"Don't walk away from me like that," he growled.

"You're hurting me."

"Good." James twisted out of his grip and rubbed his arm. "Now go get dressed, we're going out," Jett grinned.

"I don't feel like going right now," James sighed. He could feel a bruise forming on his upper arm.

"Why the hell not?" Jett glared at him.

"I just don't, you know I don't like it when you get rough with me, Char," James said. His head whipped around and the smack echoed in the room. It took a moment before he could feel the stinging pain in his cheek, his eyes filled with water and he looked up at Jett.

"I don't give a shit what you like or don't like, now go get dressed. We're leaving in twenty minutes," Jett growled and left the room. James stood stunned, holding his cheek, which was throbbing with pain.

"Are you alright, sir?" Carlos entered the room. James nodded silently.

"Go get dressed, Sir. I'll get you an ice pack," Carlos frowned.

"You're too good to me, Carlos," James whispered his usual thanks when Carlos did something kind.

"James!"

James bolted up and felt Carlos shaking him, he was in his night clothes and looked worried. He could feel himself sweating and tears fell from his eyes.

"You were having another nightmare, Sir," Carlos said quietly. James swallowed and looked at the clock, four a.m.

"Thank you, Carlos. Go on back to bed, I'm going to stay up," James said. Carlos sighed and stared at him a moment longer, worried.

"Alright. Feel free to wake me if you need anything." Carlos walked back to bed and James rubbed his face, feeling each of the individual scars.

Getting up, he headed towards the master bathroom and stepped into a hot shower. He hissed as the water burned his skin but soon relaxed into the sensation of the hot water trickling down his back. He took his time and by the time he got out of the shower it was five thirty. He climbed down the stairs to see that Carlos was already up and had a pot of coffee made. He grabbed a cup and sipped it.

"So I was thinking. Maybe we could go out today, there are a bunch of baby ducks swimming around the pond behind the mansion," Carlos said casually.

"Not going to happen, Carlos." James turned away from him. He heard Carlos sigh and pour himself another cup of coffee.


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