*I OWN NOTHING!*

**This chapter is a little darker than any of the others... don't ask me why because truthfully I don't know.**

I woke up groggily as I raised my pounding head off of the oh so comfortable pillow that now had a pool of drool draped across it and tried to move my aching body. Everything hurt. With each stretch of my muscles I could feel a shot of pain rip through my body and I was tempted to just lie back down and curl further into the bed until I became just another one of the many decorative throws that were currently scattered across the room but I knew I couldn't do that. There were matters that needed to be taken care of. So with this in mind I began the difficult process of getting out of bed only to be stopped by the tug of a chain that was wrapped around my right ankle. I tried to reach down so I could snap the damn thing off but unfortunately my movement was constrained due to the chain that was tightly wrapped around my left wrist. I struggled but the damn things wouldn't break and the more time that passed the more nervous to I began to get.

This wasn't right. I wasn't supposed to be put in these types of situations and I wasn't until Butch forced his way into my life. I didn't even bother wondering who had done this. I knew it was him and the bastard even had the nerve to just leave me here waiting for him to return.

"This is just great." I muttered under my breath as I shook my head. I couldn't believe that I was stuck in the crappy situation all because of some greedy hormonal vampire who couldn't take no for an answer.

"It really is great though." a far to familiar voice boomed from my left. As I turned to meet it my emerald eyes meet ones of pure black and I was face to face with a smirk that guarded razor sharp teeth dripping with blood.

"So cupcake, what type of trouble do you want to cause now? Are you planning on plucking all the flowers out of the garden in the back? Or maybe you're going to tear out all the pages from the books in the living room? Are you going to tear apart every piece of fabric in our closet this time? Or are you just planning on running away from me again?" I couldn't believe I was being interrogated by this piece of shit and I certainly wanted to ignore the fact that he was slowly caressing up and down my leg. With each question he asked his anger grew and as his anger grew his soft caress turned into a harsh grasp until he finally pounced on me, straddling my waist with his legs and pulling out a sharp knife that was dripping in antidote x. Each drop that dripped off the knife ignited a fire on my skin and as I looked up into deranged eyes I knew I was screwed.

"To bad you can't escape me now Butters." He said as a sadistic smile graced his harsh features. He dragged the knife across the outside of my right thigh only adding on to the pain that he induced the night before by biting me. I screamed loudly as he applied pressure onto the newly formed wound. He cocked his head to the side looking inquisitively at my pain stricken face before the pressure on my thigh ceased. A light feather soft touch replaced it and I closed my eyes in order to stop the tears that were threatening to spill out. This bastard would not get to see my cry.

"You are so beautiful." He said as he cupped my cheek. I still didn't dare to open my eyes, but I could feel his breath on my face and I knew that he was extremely close. My thoughts were confirmed when I felt his lips press against mine in a forceful, dominant way. His tongue entered my mouth and soon my head began to spin from the conflicted feelings of terror and pleasure that I was feeling.

Any amount of pleasure vanished the moment I felt a needle like pain in my stomach. The pain intensified over a matter of seconds until all I could focus on was the immense fire that surged through my left side. A warm liquid was coating the wound and it finally hit me that it was my own blood pouring out of me. My lungs began to tighten in need of oxygen and I pushed at Butch's chest with my free hand but he wouldn't budge. My lungs continued to scream for oxygen as I struggled under Butch. But he continued to attack my lips with his as he used my body as his own personal chopping board. He slashed continually at my chest, stomach, and legs before he suddenly stopped.

"It's nice to know that I finally caught you for good babe." He said as he buried his face in my neck and bit down harshly, ignoring my screams of agony. The tears that I had fought escaped down my face and intermingled with the blood that was now coating my neck. The room began to spin even faster as I felt Butch's weight shift until he was no longer on top of me.

"This has been fun babe, but I've got other things I need to do." He said as he wiped his mouth of my blood and went to the closet to change out of the clothes that were now coated in my blood. He soon came out dressed in a clean black t-shirt and dark jeans. A smirk was plastered onto his face as he walked over to the door. He turned to look back at the crumpled and bloody mess he created out of me before exiting the room with one final wave goodbye.

I stayed there. My blood covered the once beautiful bedding and I couldn't stop the tears that feel down my cheeks and onto my neck. I was experiencing the most excruciating pain I had ever felt in my life and yet the only thing I could think about was his betrayal. He said he wouldn't hurt me. He said he would never do this to me. I was supposed to keep him sane but instead I uncovered the lunatic that he has always been.

He lied. He lied through his teeth and I should hate him for it and yet I don't. I just feel sorry for him.

And that sorrow was the last thing I felt before the darkness came and embraced me body and soul.

I jolted up as tears streamed down my face. I looked down to the foot of the bed as a wave of relief rushed over me after noting that there was no chain wrapped around either of my feet. My hands instantly went to my thigh only to discover that there was no wound. The same applied to my stomach and neck. A sob escaped my lips as confusion swept over me. A strong pair of arms wrapped themselves across my chest causing me to tense up and dig my nails into the set of arms that tightened around my upper torso due to the obvious distress I was in.

"Babe, what's wrong?" Butch asked as he tried to comfort me, but it only freaked me out even more and I tried to escape from his strong grasp until I finally started to sob because of the pure frustration of not being able to escape my nightmare.

"Buttercup, what's wrong?" Butch's dark green eyes were filled with concern as he asked me a question that he should already know the answer to.

"Well you bastard we could start with the fact that you chained me to the freakin' bed before pouncing on me. Or maybe it's the fact that you stabbed me multiple different times and then tortured me by applying tons of pressure to each wound. Or you know what maybe, just maybe, it's the fact that you're playing some sick twisted psycho game with me by trying to pretend like you don't know what happened?" I began to punch at his chest, desperately wanting to escape from this lunatic. I hated how weak I felt, he brought this out in me and I needed to escape.

"I have no clue what you're talking about Cupcake. You had a nightmare, that's all it was." He tried to rub my back in a soothing way, but I flinched at his touch. "I would never hurt you Buttercup."

He sounded sincere, but everything was so realistic. The pain, the confusion, the fear... it was all to real to just end up being imaginary. I couldn't shake the feeling that he was lying.

"Buttercup do you really not believe me?" I always thought that my emotions were hard to read, but I guess Butch somehow got his hands on the instruction manual because I really didn't believe him.

"Babe think about it like this, if you were to have been hurt you would have scabs or scars covering your body. You're skin is flawless as far as I see. You just had a nightmare nothing more. I would never hurt you; I love you too much to do that." I looked at him as he spoke and I slowly started to believe him. He was just so damn convincing.

"But you're o.k with hurting other people?" I ask with a hard glare as I try to calm myself down from my "nightmare"

"I'm o.k with hurting people who have done horrible things to society. I'm o.k taking down the people that are doing nothing but causing pain and misery for others and I'm o.k to do what ever it takes to protect those I loved and their loved ones. So basically Cupcake, I'm o.k with hurting certain people, but only those who deserve it."

"And who are you to decide whether or not a person deserves to die? You can't play God Butch; that's not how the world works." I yelled out, upset that he thinks he can justify his actions as a murderer. "My father was a good, honest man Butch. He did nothing but help improve the standards of living for our society and you murdered him. You're little defensive speech may justify what you did for Dexter, but it can and will not secure what you did to the Professor as good."

"The Professor was not the savior that you've made him out to be Butters. He manipulated people in order to get what he wanted and destroyed millions of people's lives in order to improve a select few's. His inventions brought nothing but harm to human society over the past few years. His work went downhill the minute you girls stopped fighting crime full time. He was not a good person Butter's."

What Butch said made absolutely no sense. The Professor did nothing but help those in need of help and the fact that he couldn't see that only proved that he was incapable of deciding what was just and what was unjust. Butch's morality isn't the same as that of any normal human being. It's off. So that's why when Butch told me to just forget about it and to go back to sleep I was pissed, but I was far to tired to fight. It seems like that's all I am these days. Tired. That's going to have to change... starting tomorrow. For now I'll just fall asleep in my attackers arms and hope that tomorrow I wake up without any scars covering my "flawless skin".

*So I don't really like this chapter but it needed to be written in order to establish further ideas in later chapters. I hope that this is still interesting to people. If not just tell me stop. Thanks for reading! I appreciate it so much!*