macaday me a nut: Okay I'm a nut now? :D thanks!

SiriusBlackIsGod: nope! Cat is important, but how you'll have to find out for yourself…maybe you can figure it out.

TimeAndRhythmDoesIndeedSleep: I'm sorry but I like confusing people! As with your questions, this is like a puzzle, and every chapter is a piece, with every chapter I give, more will be revealed. Sorry *shrug*

Werewolf Mistress:…Ah…can I tell you that you will eventually find out by how he acts? Can I do that, and not be attacked? (I've already dropped hints) *whistles*

And this chapter is dedicated to Alchemy Hael for her review to me. Thank you so much! *blushes* sorry I can't tell you much, look to TimeAndRhythmDoesIndeedSleep's reply, that kinda goes with you too…

To all of you whom told me that his story is confusing (so much so that some stopped reading and/or skipped sections) I am sorry for that…and am trying to remedy my….oddness…I could guess I call it. Maybe, with the flashbacks provided here, this will add some pieces to the puzzle.

Memories of an oh so Bloody Mist

"Stop messing with me, Joseph." Cat snorted, glaring lightly at the olive eyed brunette whom was laughing at him, another to his side smirking widely, emerald eyes sparkling as he sat in silence, watching the two bicker. "You can't mean that about Edward. That is…it's just preposterous!"

"I'm not joking Cat." Joseph sang-song as he grinned, showing a row of teeth as Cat rolled his eyes, waving a hand at sparkling olive eyes. "I mean it; my dearest rusty haired cousin is very much head over heels for you."

"Why would he?" Cat demanded, colorless eyes flashing red in his ire. The other boy laughed darkly, reaching over to carelessly throw an arm over thin shoulders, the other hand tugging on a lock of white hair.

"Do you think he'd ever show such openness to anyone else?" He inquired loftily, green eyes sparking in his mirth. "Remember I arrived here about a month before you, Emrys my friend, and he was a shell. Closed off to all others save his mother and very…dark. You are like a light for him, as he is for you." Wise eyes locked on the blushing teen, and Cat broke free from his hold, backing away.

"No." he whispered softly "He doesn't want me. After all…who wants an insane asylum escapee?" Olive eyes blinked in alarm and the brown clothed twenty year old shot to his feet, eyes widened.

"Cat?" The colorless boy laughed, the sound empty as it cut like a knife though the air.

"Who would want a boy so broken that he's lost all color? I wasn't born this way you know!!" Red eyes shifted to a melancholy blue tainted with purple as Cat threw a hand out. "He deserves much better than me! I am nothing but some half alive washed out tra-" before he could finish the words a pale hand appeared in his sight for a single moment, before covering his mouth, another hand resting on his waist.

"If you two would leave." A musical voice whispered softly, the owner's lips very close to the shell of Cat's ear, with their owner's hands covered by a sheet of long hair. "I need to have a chat with Kitty here." Joseph raised an eyebrow, still looking worried. "No worries." His cousin assured him, smile faint, but still there. "Go." He did so, a hand on the emerald eyed boy's wrist, dragging the protesting teen out of the room, closing the door behind them.

"Do you truly believe that?"

"How can I not?" Cat snarled, tone furious. "I am worth less than noth-" his voice cut off, and they could barely make out a low moan though the hardwood door.

~(*)~

"So we have confirmation? The clone has truly deflected?" A man in uniform type grey clothing snapped his heels together as he saluted the back facing him.

"Sir, yes Sir!" He shouted, dropping his arm to his side. The other frowned darkly, black eyes looking at a sheet of paper clenched in his hand.

"But why…? Why deflect after all these years willingly under the Hunter's control…" The cadet blinked at him, and then shook his head slightly finishing his report.

"The Clone code named Alecki destroyed his communicator somewhere in the American state of California after refusing to dispose of the Vampires whom have ensnared Forks, Washington, also in America. He is, as ordered, on the KUS list, effective immediately." The other man no longer paid any attention to the cadet as he gazed at one particular line on the traitor's papers, eyes widening as he paled.

"We have no choice do we?" A commander at his side commented dryly. The first simply stood where he was before whispering blankly.

"He is able to blood-control himself. Why was I not told of his!!?" With an abrupt movement, papers flew though the air as he roared. "Does he have a vial of his creator's blood?" There was silence around him and he snarled, glancing at his staff members "Useless fools! Does no one know what I want?? Whatever cut him off…cut him off now!"

Alecki sat upon the window ceil of the room given to him, arms crossed as he gazed at the stars.

The master has put within me the emotions he wished to no longer deal with. True blinding anger, pure hatred, every emotion at its extreme I carry for him…even his ability to, and even recognize, love. I understand that…but why? Why do I feel drawn to him so much? These emotions in me should feel dead…I am not living to be able to express what this travesty is…

Alecki winced as pain shout through his body, the movement causing him to curl inward, a clenched fist to the side of his head, the other clenched onto the side of his hip, pulling a bottle from his skin. He felt something long forgotten in his mind waver…the tether tying his creation to the Hunters.

Now that I have done it, they will either try to bring me in for study, or kill me the old fashion way…explosion. Without a pause he pulled a vial free from his clothing, the small thing hidden inside the skin of his hip since his birth.

A look at the blood inside caused fading eyes to flash as Alecki pulled the cork free and downed it, destroying the bottle a second later with a flex of his fist, uncaring of the blood leaking down his arm.

Then the signal cut off.

Alecki blinked, putting a hand to the side of his head as the constant hum he had become used to vanished.

And then he screamed.

Everywhere around the house, the seven vampires smelt fresh human blood and turned as one to the guest room before Edward caved in on himself, a hand over his throat.

"It's…stronger than before." He rasped in utter agony, Alice standing to quickly glide to the human's room. She found him slumped, blood dripping down the side of his mouth and down his right hand, eyes glazed with one leg on the window ceil he was perched on, the other off to nearly touch the floor. Barely visible to her sight was a barrier around him, nearly translucent in color encompassing the entire area around the window. A single hand twitched, and Alecki's back suddenly arched, his head hitting the wall and eyes flying wide as they flared a familiar emerald.

What…is going on?? A hand suddenly grabbed the wall behind Alecki's head as the being slowly sat up, other hand shakily going for his abdomen.

"Alecki what is going on?" Luminescent emerald eyes turned to her before the once thought-to-be-human let out a dark smile, fingers digging into his skin.

"They cut me off." He answered hoarsely. Honeysuckle eyes blinked, before she tilted her head in utter confusion.

"What??"

"When a non-human becomes part of the Hunter's Association there is a failsafe implanted in them, a bomb. They just cut off the signal my bomb needs to not go off." Alice blinked again before her eyes went wide, repeating herself.

"WHAT???" Before she could get out another world, sharp nails bit into flesh as Alecki calmly thrust his hand into his body, one eye slightly narrowed as he searched. Behind her, Carlisle watched with a grim expression as Alecki let out a soft whimper removing his hand from his body, clutching a bright neon green orb in his palm. They got a brief glimpse of the odd ball, pulsing various shades of malicious purple and red, before it vanished. Alecki seemed to squirm where he sat for a few moments, face showing more pain now than before when he had his hand inside himself, and then fell limp, falling off the ceil with a dull thump remaining still.

Moreover, throughout it all, the barrier remained. Alice blinked again, unmoving and breathing, before turning to Carlisle.

"How can we help him if we can not even touch him?"

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"Does it matter to you what has happened in my past?" Harry asked quietly, gazing at the figure beside him. He was sitting on a simple bench, watching people walk past, some sneering at their closeness.

Of course not. I love you for you and nothing else, you know. He got the thought of a smile, but could see nothing but bright light where they sat.

"But then…why can I not see you? Find you, feel you beside me?" The smile saddened.

Because I am no longer with in your grasp. Something blocks me from you, and I am sorry that I let myself fall into such a state. The light grew, like an arm moving, a hand reaching out to cup his cheek. Nevertheless, I am yours as you are mine. Never forget that.

"I never will, even if the memory leaves me." That bright smile returned, and then pure pleasure shot through his veins and he gasped softly, body going limp, sure hands catching him before he collapsed.

I know….

"Come now love. You can't be serious." Harry turned sharply, smirking at the figure behind him

"And if I am?" He challenged, grinning when the one behind him sighed darkly, eyes rolling

"It is unbelievable." The other deadpanned, raising their hands. Harry laughed

"Well it is true. I was born in London, and made my way here on my own." Without warning Harry gripped a slender wrist, lacing their fingers together "It was hard…but I'm glad I did."

The man with rusted haired in front of them rolled olive eyes at the love struck couple, lacing his fingers at the nape of his neck as he walked backwards, eyes locked on them

"Come now Quick-Fingers Cat, you may be nimble and quick, but the Atlantic is very wide!"

"It's called jumping ship, you asshole! And don't call me that!" Beside them another laughed.

"Don't be so sure of yourself, Joseph." He started, raising a finger "Remember, I met him before you, in London."

~(*)~

A cry made Harry glance about the vast emptiness he'd awoken in, and then start in wonder as he saw…himself. In the exact likeness of his own physical appearance, a man stood before him, dripping in blood. He was bent forward, nearly double, hands curled at his chest, a single amber streaked crimson eye staring.

Help me…don't let me dangle away from you any longer…you and I both know we can not exist like this…Harry ignored the words, instead walking closer until he could reach out and grip his double by the neck, clenching his fist as he forced the man's head back. At his neck was a blood red gash, the wound deep but not bleeding, a gapping wound sinking into fragile skin.

You have split yourself deeply; creating a scar you continue to poison and fester…you will kill us both. Harry let go, watching as the man suddenly was thrown into the air, hands held outstretched, and a glowing mass of lights appearing one by one at his abdomen.

Blood-control…the ability where a Clone can call on the creator to basically stop time for them, making it so that the blood-based clone was unable to change, frozen in time for that brief moment…

A black green ball of oozing puss flew free from the man's throat and hung in the air, pulsating malice filled purple energy. Harry glanced at it, eyes flashing red.

They have started amassing…

Harry tossed in his bed, tears racing down his cheeks, James at his side, slowly stroking his hair

So much you are going though…and yet you won't remember a thing tomorrow…

Filler chapter, you could say, though it was a bitch…I just wanted to get this out now…before my grandparents came for my Graduation….*shrug*

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