ONLY HUMAN.
Rating- M (for future chapters and some language.)
Pairing – Justin&Alex
SUMMARY – Some part of him wanted to believe that the way she looked at him, (that 'I want you' look) wasn't all in his head. The way her brown eyes met his grey ones... it couldn't be all in his head... It just couldn't be. Justin-centric.
PROLOGUE.
They say the road to hell was paved with good intentions.
Well, Justin Russo certainly always had the best intentions when it came to his younger sister Alex... He really did.
He just wanted the best for her.
He wanted to protect her (from greasy mechanics and stupid British accents.)
He wanted to be there for her (he didn't really have a choice the majority of the time.)
He wanted… her.
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He lived for bailing her out of trouble (and Alex Russo got herself into A LOT of trouble.)
He lived for her big brown eyes and the way they sparked when she begged (every time... every fucking time... he caved.)
He lived for the way the corners of her mouth formed into a smirk whenever she got a "brilliant" idea (that he more than likely disapproved of)
He lived for... Her.
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He's not sure when exactly things changed between them.
Perhaps it all started with a certain family vacation to the Bahamas.
Alex and magic in the same equation could NEVER amount to a good thing. But really?! Making their parents forget who they were? Justin could go on and on about how (he wished he would of thought of it himself) irresponsible it was, even for Alex standards.
The campfire. Holding her in his arms, as they drifted off to sleep under the stars (why were they trying to fix things again? This felt perfectly fine to him.)
The stone of dreams. It's all a blur for him really. Bits and pieces of moments. It was easier then.. Easier to have feelings for her and not feel ashamed (after all, they could have died in that cave.)
Technically in that moment they didn't exist.
The sibling title wasn't hanging over them.
They weren't Justin and Alex Russo. They were just two people. Two non-existent people.
He could have kissed her right then and there. For once in Justin's life he could have taken a chance. For once he could have acted on impulse.
It would have been so easy to lean in and close the gap between them (Her lips... so inviting) But he didn't.
He didn't kiss her.
Even in the face of death he didn't allow himself to be anybody other than Justin Russo... Straight A student... Never missed a day of school in his life... Over achiever... Keener... Responsible wizard...
Justin Russo. Coward.
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The wizard competition. Her winning. Him forgetting… everything. How could he have, even for a second forgotten who she was?
His beautiful, loving, artistic, carefree, little si- Alex. His Alex.
She looked so angelic and innocent crying in front of him. Although he didn't remember who she was, he knew that he never wanted to see this beautiful girl cry again.
He vowed from that moment on, that he'd never leave her.
Ever.
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On the surface it may seem as though these feelings started in the Bahamas and followed Justin home. But no, he knew better than that.
Somewhere between hugs that lasted a minute too long... Magic lessons in the Lair that she made it her mission to distract him from (this of course, went unnoticed by their dad and especially Max) … Getting way too involved in each other's love lives (He swears by the tenth 'mcreary time reary' in a row, he saw her face, not Miranda's.) … Play fighting where she (somehow) ended up on top of him – He fell for her.
He fell completely and hopelessly in love with his seventeen year old sister. His one hundred percent blood related, seventeen year old sister.
To say Justin was disgusted with himself would be the understatement of the century.
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To make matters worst, Alex was in love with somebody else.
She was hung up over another guy... heartbroken over her British, douche bag (werewolf) of a former boyfriend.
And Justin was (suppose to be) hung up over Juliet. But in reality, he was relieved. Relieved that Juliet didn't demand he put on the heart necklace too. Justin knew for a fact it wouldn't glow... not even a flicker .
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Sure, Juliet was beautiful. (Dead) but beautiful.
He could tolerate her scent of lavender mixed with death... she was incredibly sweet. He had fun with her even.
He told himself he'd grow to love her.
Sure, she was as old as Moses … and sure he wasn't in love with her (He was irrevocably in love with his little si- Alex. His Alex. ) But still, it could have worked.
It should have worked.
"She wasn't Alex." Justin reminded himself.
Keeping up appearances was exhausting.
It was hard to wrap his head around.
How could he not read into things? He was always her shoulder to lean on (the way her head fit perfectly into the crook of his neck,) … How could he not feel this way?
I mean, they didn't have have an average sibling relationship.. they were wizards for fucks sake! ("Promise me we'll find normal people." "Were not normal people.")
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Where the hell would he be without this girl? (Devoured by monsters or mummies ...)
He knew it was wrong and sick and fucking disgusting... (But so right...)
What would she think of him if she knew the thoughts he had? (Her body... and he dreamt of having his way with her for far too long...)
What would their parents think?!
There was no doubt in his mind that he'd get shipped off to an institution for the mentally disturbed. They would lock him up and throw away the key.
But yet…
Some part of him wanted to believe that the way she looked at him, (that 'I want you' look) wasn't all in his head. The way her brown eyes met his grey ones... it couldn't be all in his head... It just couldn't be.
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She cried in Justin's arms every night for months. Mason was running around howling at the moon while she fucking cried her eyes out.
Perfect… Just fucking perfect.
He had to stand idly by and watch as these tools broke her heart one by one… Mason being the worst by far.
Justin was always there to pick up the pieces… like the good (disturbed) big brother that he was.
He consoled her over and over again, wiping away her tears. "You'll find somebody way better, someone who will NEVER leave you." Justin whispered in the darkness. He held her close... possessively. She seemed to relax in his arms... every time.
It wasn't a lie. Justin would damn sure never leave her. He would protect her until the day that he died...
But how could he protect her from himself?
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A/N, I finally watched Wizards vs. Werewolf's and I'm newly inspired :D This is just the prologue… I tried to spell check over and over again and i proof read a billion times.. but I know that i may have missed some grammatical errors here and there. If anybody wants to be my beta-reader I'll be more than appreciative.
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