A/N: I've been camping for a few days without internet. This campground has internet, but blocked tumblr, so I assumed ff was blocked as well. But it wasn't! So yahoo! Anyways, don't hate me once you get to the end of this chapted, okay?

WARNING: This is a very dark story that will be filled with violence and angst.

Attraction –evil in its sincerest form. The strong, the mighty, the brave Jade West folded herself into the arms of her newest friend, and closest soul, Becket Oliver. Lately they hadn't spoken of the 'incident', and the thought of her nature going unnoticed perturbed Jade. She was a strong woman, and would never let anybody underestimate her danger.

But that's exactly what she had done. Letting Beck help her was her first mistake, and it would be a lie to say she didn't regret it. Compared to being her enemy's roommate and friend if you will, death was a seemingly shiny option. If only she had let herself bleed out on the bus stop bench. None of this would be happening, and maybe order would be in its former way.

There was still that lingering thought that the way things were, that it wasn't good enough. The feeling of his strong arms around her thin body, and the scent of his cologne forever embedded in her brain was starting to cloud her own senses. She was acting more and more like a teenage girl, and nothing frightened her more.

Of course she was still in the style of a tough girl. Grungy plaid shirt, black studded tank top, military style combat boots, ripped skinny jeans –but even with her stand out makeup of bright red lipstick and natural face she still seemed to blend in and identify with the princess. A girl who would rather spend time being saved than being the savior.

How do you tell a person their presence sends you into a state of pure oblivion? That's the question Jade was currently pondering as she watched the sirens blare outside the small window. Normally she'd be fast acting and instantly know what to do, which was exactly why she needed to distance herself from him –for him. Keeping him away was the only way to keep him safe.

"Jade, what's wrong?" Beck whispered, his low whispering voice sending shivers down her spine.

She bit her bottom lip, and sighed before pulling away from Beck's warm embrace and onto the other side of the room. "Everything, everything is wrong! That's my goddamn family, Beckett! My family! Those people-" Jade paused, taking a breath before uttering the biggest lie she had ever uttered before. "Those people are my family, and you love your family no matter what. I love them, I really do."

Beck looked at her with a gentle expression. It read no resentment, no anger, yet Jade felt as if she had just been slapped in the face. In the past she had slapped in the face, with an actual hand on her actual cheek. The imprint left a mark for three days, a hand shaped bruise of her face was not very easy to cover with makeup. But this slap was one that would leave a lasting scar.

She couldn't tell you what she expected to happen. Maybe a few tears or a little bit of reluctance. But what he gave her was kindness and understanding, two things that Jade was not able to comprehend.

"I'm leaving. My stuff will be gone in the morning." The girl dead-panned before she walked out of the guest house and slammed the door behind her. As she left tears streamed down her face, one from each eye as she darted across the lusciously green lawn onto her own, well not anymore, yard.

Her old yard was covered in bird baths and tacky yard ornaments. The yard was grown out because it was her usual job to mow it, and her father wouldn't trust anybody who wasn't her around his precious lawn. If there was one thing other than his business that he loved it would have been that greenery. Jade almost laughed thinking about it until a police officer walked over and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Can I help you, miss?" The young blond man asked. Jade shook her head yes, before trying her best to muster up a smile and seem as if those tears were purely accidentally. No one could see her in such a state, especially a stranger.

"Yes, actually, thank you. This, this is my house," She paused, breathing in before continuing. "And I think something might've happened here. Any word on the condition of the occupants, or on what has happened?" Jade tried to remain calm and polite, which was showing to be a challenge.

He nodded. "Yep, the people in here, two adults, a man and a women suffered from bad burns in the east side of the house. The only thing we could get out without a problem was the dog, sadly."

She internally wondered if the news of her parent's state should be shocking her, but it wasn't. There was very little that bothered her, and in all honesty she believed her parents had it coming to them. They lived in a dirty business, and it was no surprise that someone would want them dead. Thankfully they weren't, both of them were still currently breathing; which was hopeful.

In the case of actual death she was aware that she would have to step up and take her father's place. Previous years had been spent training for the event that would happen, learning how to hassle people into believing you and how to make humanity a practically fictitious thing.

With her head held high and her blue eyes shining with determination she pushed her way through the crowds of gatherers watching the ordeal. The calls of police officers and crime reporters were heard, but ignored as she walked straight through the front door and into the home clouded with fresh smoke.

The scent seeped into her lungs and reminded her of her old cigarette habit. She hadn't had that vicious item between her lips in month, the addiction had faded over time and her love and obsession with other things to precedence.

Although the smoke was different, the smoke from the fire was thicker and more murky, it stayed in your lungs for longer with a bitter burning sensation minus the pleasure of the nicotine. Jade longed for the taste of the fine smoke, how it looked when it blended in with the chilled winter air.

Checking every now and again when she heard footsteps Jade decided she was clear twenty minutes later after wandering the home for a bit. The hallways were a science to her, easy to navigate through her memory, but hard to associate with through her mind. It held bad memories, and good ones. Yet for some reason she still felt as if she was a stranger.

Jade walked into her old bedroom. The band posters from her early teenage years were still as stiff as ever on her wall. Stickers from various performances and local dive bars cluttered the cover of her old laptop, and pictures from her more innocent years were hung up on the walls.

It was an unspoken rule in the West household that no pictures were to be shown after you 'made the transition'. Mrs. West never really complained about anything pertaining to the danger and violence, but she'd be damned if her children were shown in that light. When everything else was dark and painful, she longed for the light her family used to hold.

The memory was bittersweet. Just like everything in her past.

She ran her fingers over her old white desk, the dust had settled and left a gray matter on her finger as she pulled it away. Everything appeared untouched, just as she suspected it would. Her parents would ignore the problem until it went away, or in this case came back. But she wouldn't come back, at least not when they could see her.

Her cell phone sat on the bedside table, buzzing violently with text message reminders and low battery warnings. Jade picked it up and dialed back the number that had most recently called, Cat's.

If there was anything Jade missed, it was her best red-headed friend. Originally she didn't call her because she couldn't without her phone. Cat would be frightened if she was called from an unknown number, and Jade kind of agreed. With the kind of people they come in contact with it's always a concern that somebody of worry would find their personal information. But, then there was also the reason that she didn't want her friend to know she was staying with Beck –at Beck's. Cat would never let her here the end of it.

"Hola, chica!" Cat laughed from the other end of the line, her high pitched voice brought a smile to Jades face. Finally a familiar person, she was in desperate need of one of those at the moment.

"Hey, sweetie, how are you doing?" This was the nicest Jade was to anyone, and what was most surprising was that she was genuine.

"I'm alright, Jadey. But my brother flushed Mr. Wubbles down the toilet yesterday because he was mad at my dad for not letting him hold the gun." Jade could almost feel Cat's anger through the phone and let out a small laugh at the foolish situation.

"Just let it go, you've got your own gun so maybe he's jealous." She reassured.

"I bet he is." Cat sighed, "Where have you been, Jade? I've been really worried about you. Your dad said you were fine, but you know I don't believe him."

"Things have been tough, Cat. But don't you worry; I've got a nice place to stay and everything. I'm doing fine."

Cat seemed to believe her, if she had disapproved of it in any way she would have said so already. "Okay, I guess. Where are you staying?" Cat asked, trying to make conversation.

"With a friend," Jade replied quickly, trying to hide her secrets. This, of course was rather idiotic considering her friend knew nothing more about Beck other than when the pair first met –which was fantastic for Jade.

"Anyone I know?"

"Nah, probably not." Jade responded, trying her hardest to keep her concern down. If anyone could read her like a book, it would be this girl. "But he's a really good guy, he really cares." She swallowed back a smile as if it was poison. "I like him." She might as well have just confessed her undying love right then and there, which was unfortunate because as she turned around she came in contact with the faces of her parents. Her worst nightmares.

The initial meeting was awkward to say the least. Both of her parents were smiling, and greeted her with love. The kind of love that you expect from the run-of-the-mill people, ones who have a white picket fence and three children in matching golf attire.

"Did you get him?" Her father said below a whisper as the people scurried around.

"I'm living with him aren't I?" And for the first time in a while Jade realized that she was no better. Those feelings, those emotions, they weren't her. All the time she spent with Beck pretending to be this sweet girl was a lie. What could she say? He knew she was a sinner.

Of course, like with any mission there was this guilt in the back of her mind. But she wouldn't fail her family. Not again, not this time. It was time to take him down and make him beg for mercy from his knees. Maybe then she'd believe in what she was doing.

Crime. Just like that it sucks you right back in.

A/N: Don't kill me, please! This was inevitable. A sinner doesn't change her ways that easily. Or does she? More drama to come next chapter!