AN: Weee! Chapter one! This deals mostly with part of Kitty's past. Also, I incorporated a comment from Morbid Crow in here. :D Many thanks to Eris-chan, Anime-chan, and The-Fabulous-Person for their reviews!

Chapter 1: Tell me what you did

~*~*~*Six years ago . . .~*~*~*

"We need to speak with Kyleen Rutledge."

Oh no. I looked at the security guards, standing in the doorway of my French class. They were here to take me away. I was going to get charged with attempted assault with a deadly weapon. I was going to get sent to juvie.

After a quick glance to my teacher, I put away my papers, and grabbed my binder. I kept my head down as I walked out of the room with two guards. I was glad all the other classes were still in session as we walked through the halls of my junior high.

"Hey," the man said, and I looked at him. "We know you didn't do this. You're a good kid."

The woman draped her arm across my shoulders. "We're only doing this because it's protocol."

"What exactly are we doing?" I asked, looking between them.

They didn't answer my question until they lead me into a room in the front office.

"Put your stuff on the table," the woman said. I did so, and they started looking through it.

"We just got a call from a woman named Jasmine," the man told me, as he looked through my binder. "She said you attacked her children Saturday, and you carry knives with you at all times."

"Oh," was all I said.

The woman set down my little purse, and smiled at me. "Do you want to call your parents?"

I nodded, and walked over to the desk in the corner. Then I picked up the phone, and dialed my number. After two rings, Mike answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Mike, um . . . Sabrina called my school. She had security search me for knives."

"What?!"

I opened my mouth to repeat it, but the man held out his hand for the phone. "Hold on, the security guy wants to talk to you." I handed him the phone, and listened to him tell Mike pretty much the same thing he told me. I went back to the woman, and reorganized my stuff.

"Sorry we had to put you through this, sweetie," she said, handing me back my pens. "But like I said, this was simply protocol. There are perks to having the security guards standing by your lunch table. We get to know you, so if something like this happens, we know it isn't anything serious."

I did my one shoulder shrug. "It's fine. You're just doing your job."

~*~*~*Now . . .~*~*~*

"Trust Juice to screw a psycho bitch," the ghost guy growled, glaring at me.

I slammed the redhead into the wall, my arm against his throat. Sure the guy was bigger than me, but he pissed me off. "Mind repeatin' that, Carrot?"

His biker buddy behind standing next us decided to answer me. "He called you a psycho bitch, dollface." The dude was on my right, and since that was the arm I was using to pin Carrot, I had to swing my left leg behind, and around to kick him in the balls.

"Thank the gods for heels," I said with a smirk as the biker fell to the ground, curled up and holding himself. "So, Carrot," I drawled, my Irish accent coming into play. "Would ye mind repeatin' whatcha said?" I felt his Adam's apple bob against my forearm as he gulped, his watery blue eyes flicking to his fallen comrade. "No? Aye, 'tis a shame then, lad, since ye won't be gettin' off that easy." I then proceeded to ram my knee into his family jewels. I doubted he'd be able to use them for a few days. I spun around, my coat flaring out, and went to stand next to Beetlejuice. His face was one of shock as I slid my arm through his. "And by the by," I said to Carrot, who was down on his knees. "If ye ever call me psycho again, I'll tear yer fuckin' throat out." We left the bar without further incident.

Our little red Mustang, Scarlet, beeped happily when she saw us, and the drive back to the Roadhouse was silent. When we got inside, I just plopped into my corner of the couch, tucking my legs under me. Beej sat next to me, and put his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer, and dropping a light kiss on the top of my head.

"What the fuck was that about, babes?" he asked against my hair.

"I don't like being called a psycho." My accent was gone now.

"Why?"

"If I tell you something that happened when I was fifteen, will you still love me?"

"Course, Kitty. Yer my babes, remember? Ain't nothin' gonna change that."

I declined to tell him that crazy ass time spells could change that, but even someone like Beetlejuice didn't deserve the second girl he loved to be taken away.

"Okay, so when I was fifteen, my dad had to go away for some military thing. Usually, I stayed with my mom on those weekends, but his wife had to go to some class thing."

He chuckled. "Love how yer bein' vague."

"It's because I don't remember," I said, smirking. "Don't interrupt. Anyway, I had to go over to his house so I could babysit my sister, Haley. However, he failed to mention I also had to babysit her son, Chasten. We never did get along, which was why it caused a problem. So, the little bastard decided to go and, well, be a little bastard. The house was two stories, and he stood at the top of the stairs and poured bathroom supplies down on the kitchen floor. I opted to show him I was in charge by taking the two biggest knives in the kitchen and going up the stairs all horror movie style. It wasn't like I was gonna hurt him or anything, but he acted like a little girl and when Sabrina called, he told her I pulled a knife on him. Eventually, she came home, and took me back to my mom's. Bitch told my mom I was psychotic and I needed help." Then I sat up and took off my jacket. I shifted my body so I was facing him, and held up my right arm, palm facing him. "See these scars?" I said tracing my finger along the two scars near my elbow. "No fuckin' clue how I got them, but I do know it happened that day. Before I used the knives, I used a screwdriver. I held up the screwdriver, and he said I was bleeding. I looked at my arm, saw the cuts, and licked them. It kinda freaked him out." I looked at Beetlejuice, but he was looking at my arm.

Then I blinked in surprise as he took of his striped jacket, tie, and pink-purple shirt. He twisted so I could see his left shoulder blade. "See that scar?" I nodded. There was a jagged, dark grey scar contrasting with his pale skin. "I was in Scotland at the time. A con went really bad. Bastard thought I raped his daughter. Fuckin' pushed me off a goddamn bridge. That was when I decided I needed a partner, actually."

"Was that when you died?"

He grinned. "Nope! Me and Nights died . . . about ten years later. Con went bad. Bastard had us thrown in the river."

"Damn." Yup, a girl of many words, I am. "How old were you?"

"When I died? Thirty-five."

"Sooo, when were you born?"

"Twelve-eighty." And he said it with a perfectly straight face.

My jaw dropped. He smirked and placed a red tip finger under my chin, tipping it up, and my mouth shut with a click of my teeth. He gave me a quick kiss.

"Kitty?" he whispered, cold breath against my lips.

"Hm?"

"Did ya know yer fuckin' hot when yer angry?"

I blinked a few times, trying to process what he said. "I am?"

"Definitely."

AN: Okay, I have NO idea what the next chapter is going to be about. Maybe Kitty's parents telling her she needs to get a boyfriend. *evil grin* I should have the next chapter of Together Forever up soon. That particular block is getting removed. And I'm going to start a story for the Rachel Morgan fandom. That one will be called Untouched, and it'll end up being an Al/Rachel story.