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~Kenny's POV~

I awoke that cold morning with a tremendous scream which seemed to travel across the entirety of the household. Had there been enough power in mu pathetic voice, I was pretty sure that the walls would have shook and cracked under it's roar of utter fear. I didn't know what was going on. What was up? What was down. What the hell was going on around me?! Had that just been a dream! Was it a nightmare!? Being in that hospital! Being killed? Becoming... becoming that thing! Ripping a boy's spine out! WHAT HAD HAPPENED TO ME?!

My breathing was too rapid for my weak heart to control at that moment. What had that been?! What the hell had that been! That nightmare! Had that been true?! What the fuck had just happened to me in that nightmare! But by god did I hope that it was only a nightmare. I'm not sure I could handle that, having said that it was true. No. It just simply couldn't have been.

My eyes... they felt open but everything was dark! Why was everything so dark to me! Why did my chest ache as though an inferno had been set off inside of it? Like petrol had doused my heart and then ignited it. Was I... Was I blind?

I vaguely remember hearing Carlisle and Leo speak before I passed back out again... and Carlisle whispering to me before I blacked out from some of the fire... but now? My senses were going wild, trying to compensate for this new loss. It was enough to make my heart rise even higher as the air was leaving my lungs.

So now I was left to try and figure out everything with the rest of my senses. I could do that. Listen. Hearing. That was my new weapon. Listen to everything around me, trying and make everything out!

But that didn't stop my eyes from darting around fearfully as I tried to take in the actual scene where I was.

I was in the hospital, that was for sure... or not. I don't know. Everything was so dark. The sounds of faint creaking was coming from nearby and driving me mad. It was like I was trapped inside some mad horror film! But. It was a familiar creek. Somewhere in the back of my head, the part of my mind which wasn't screaming and running wildly, submerged with fear, was a part of me which recognised the sound but wouldn't allow me to think that far was I!

Focus onto something. Use that as an anchor child.

That whisper? Didn't I know that voice?

FOCUS

The urgency inside of it, bewitched me. I had to find something around me... or even just listen to it.

I clamped my eyes shut (like it made any difference now any way) and let my senses extend out. I had to find something right?

The sound of a constant heartbeat from the monitor was assuring enough to me... Yes. That meant something to me. I had a heart. Good. I wasn't that marble horror. No. I was still alive!

But. Had something happened? That dream, who the hell had that been for.

The idea that Leo could have been here as some rampaging werewolf? The idea that he actually loved me and would go so wild that he would hunt me down? Or the harsh part that even in the dream, that he had forgotten me so quickly when I changed.

But one thing that really worried me was. I had recognised Leo in the dream so quickly. Without another care or glance, I had known the boy. I knew that wolf had been the boy that I loved for the last sixteen years of my life.

What I still couldn't recognise was... that creature in the dream. The one that had drained his own mother, the doctors and nurses. That simply couldn't have been me could it?

I remember though.

Feeling so angry and cold that I could have taken on the world as my match for success. I could have brought armies to their knees with the long and cold bite which I could have deployed... I could have made them mine. I could have made them suffer... that power I could have had. It only assured me that I would have taken that power again if I had the choice... I had killed my mother... my own mother and not batted an eye in response to the horrific gesture. I had only wanted to be free, but in the explosion of rocketed emotion which had obliterated me, I had acted in accordance to the will and instinct to hunt and destroy.

That idea of power certainly did linger in my mind as I thought further about the convenience of what it could have done for me... I could have taken my life into my own hands! No longer have to have been scared of the daily attacks which my father would have dealt onto me, be t that I wanted to escape home.

No! Focus where you are! Don't lose yourself in your thoughts! Be careful

That voice? It sounded so familiar. So protective that I began to be fearful had anything else talked to me.

Look around.

I raised my gaze slowly as my stinging eyes opened a fraction.

Still I was met by a blackness. My left eye was blind. I knew that with complete certainty now. My right eye was still closed and covered with Carlisle's bandages.

But now I noticed something else.

There was a soft noise of breathing next to my ear, almost like a great and massive gust of wind moving through a cave... like that of a animal? No. My dream was still plaguing me. I'm Kenny James. I'm Sixteen. I was in an accident. I'm blind. My father tried to kill me. I'm human. I almost died. I-

The breathing became stuttered for a moment and I held my own breath as I listened closer and felt something more focused around me.

I was wrapped up comfortably in a soft bed. The mattress was feather light beneath me. I was sat up slightly and propped against something solid and yet comfortably soft. I couldn't move my eyes much. They burned as though a hot rod had been shoved between them in the cover of the early night sky. My arms tingled with a faint numbing, like having pins and needles sprouted out through every nerve. I could feel a move them... it was probably because I may have been stuck in one position for so long.

But my legs.

They were limp. I couldn't feel anything. Just halfway down beneath my thigh. Everything beneath that though. Was completely lifeless and unmoving.

That breathing in my ear became more noticeably awake when my heart picked up loudly and something could begin to tell that I was terrified. The mattress beneath me began to shift and move. The feather softness and deep comforting warmth was quickly replaced by the hard and tense reassuring of something more solid. "Hey sleeping beauty. Hold still a moment." The voice was feather light and slightly distorted as I was still trying to make sense of everything that was going on. The images of the nightmare was still plaguing my head. There's no such things as vampires and werewolves. I kept thinking over and over.

"Kenny."

I turned my head towards the sound of the voice as I felt my heart stop. L-Leo?

I breathed in completely. Inhaling the earthy smell of flowers that always lingered over the other boy. Feeling the warmth of his toned and strong muscles as my fingers ran over his beautiful frame which I could no longer see. I was so desperate to see that magical face. The face with that cheeky and loving smile that I had adorned since I was the youngest of my age. Loving and caring for him.

Even though I could not see it, I knew that he wore that smile on his face from the way his voice flowed from him. "You've been asleep for so long... I was so scared that you weren't going to wake up." The joking tone had left him so quickly that it really did shock me. "I left you asleep for five minutes... I shouldn't have left you by yourself." His hand clamped around mine as he gently ran his thumb on the outside of my palm. He was blaming himself... for this? What?! How could he really blame himself for all of this! This had nothing to do with him!

I wanted to answer but my throat felt empty... no.

"I wish you could answer me." He whispered while running his fingers over my throat delicately. I felt him hesitate as he came across two large sets of new lumps... each was in the shape of a crescent moon. Almost like a- "The doc seemed to have almost brought you back from the dead. He administered some morphine and put some drug into you... I know what he tried to do. But I'm glad he didn't let it go too far." Leo sounded almost bitter, like I was a statue and Carlisle had defied me in some aspect or another.
Let what go too far? What did Carlisle do to me-
"I'm glad you're still... I'm glad you didn't die. I'm glad that he didn't let you become-I'm sorry, I just need to know. Carlisle said that the other one might not have been as badly... that the bandaging might have." I could hear the tears splashing against what ever was around me.

But then his fingers began to delicately work around the back of my head as the bandages fell free of my swollen and blackened eye.

I blinked my eye open slowly and froze as the full front of light burned into my sight. The light it hurt... I grimaced for a moment and had to blink rapidly to start making sense... but I could see. My other eye! I could still see with it! I could still see!

That's when I wished that the blackness could return to me.

It was easier than seeing my own reflection in front of me.

I had remembered that creaking noise because I was inside Leo's home.

The light was only a soft and burning red... it was dawn?

The morning slowly crept it's way over the hill as the sun light began to crawl through a pair of closed curtains into a dark room we was in. The room entailed was decorated with a soft yellow paint which was beginning to peel away slightly from old age. A desk was pushed against the all with an old Wardrobe, however both were littered with drawings and sketches which Leo had been working on. Each was more masterful than the next. Leo capture colour, image and beauty and transferred it to paper with amazing skill.

He was an artist, heart and soul.

Posters were placed all over the place of numerous boy bands which had become the favourite of mine and on the many occasions I had told Leo how much I did love them, he had decided to put them up in his room for the times that I came and stayed here with him over the summers. Numerous posters of bands such as The script and random bands were posted over the bed. The varnished oak floorboards stood out amongst the otherwise, highly furnished room.

The mirror directly in front of me though.

It made me want to turn away and cry.

The boy in the image reflected back at me looked the most horrific sight I had ever seen. Half of his head was completely shaven. His bare body was exposed though his chest was tightly bandaged... taints of crimson were still peaking through the coverings. The skin was peachy pink with tinges of looking as though it almost had a fevered red tint. His fingers were slightly pale, but nothing out of the usual. But his legs were skinny. They looked almost as though they had become nothing more than skin and bone. Luckily the blanket covered his waist so that he wasn't completely exposed. His shoulders were heavily bruised and all together the boy looked more than anything: malnourished. But on his neck were two large crescent moon white scars. Slightly jagged but they were mirroring each other in shape. Bulging out a pale white against the otherwise normal skin. The boys face was covered in bruises... maybe something could be done with the hair. The lip was split slightly but that could heal...

But when I came to look at the reflections eyes, a small sob broke out inside of me.

The boy's right eye had a circle of bruises around the otherwise normal, purple orb which was filled with utter and complete fear.

The other eye was a complete shade of blind white. A strange movement of a misty blue orb, like what you would see from the distant view of a mountain when watching the tide mix with the mist of a new storm.

No.

As the morning light finally crept over it, the white revealed to be a very soft silver with a shine of purple aura behind it.

Like a broken crystal which had been shoved inside a cloud.

I was... I was absolute hideous-

My chest spiked harshly with the pain of observing myself.

At least I could still see though! I was still alive. I was me. I wasn't a vampire... I still had no idea where that horrible nightmare had come from. Vampires? Werewolves? I really need to get my head out of the clouds... as if any of that was real!

Leo quickly moved over after he caught my line of sight and slammed the mirror down with a little more force than was necessary. He gave a smile over to me and I couldn't help but quietly be thankful. I... I loved him. I loved the sight of him more than I loved anything else in my life.

But now... I would never be able to tell him that with my own voice.

He looked deeply into my eyes. He didn't even seem to care about the horrid colour comparison. He didn't care about the bruises. He didn't care about anything. He just saw the real me.

He moved over slowly and crouched in front of me with eyes that seemed to bear the weight of the world as his warm fingers reached out and brushed over the expanse of my cheek. His body was tense and worried. "We made a deal with the Cullens." He kept his voice low. "You would go and stay with them so Carlisle can watch over you."

I blinked my eye shut and in the darkness of my mind the nightmare reappeared, showing me the moment of it where the fire had been coursing through every ounce of my body.

He reached out a hand delicately and continued to rub his thumb across my cheek. It was so comforting that I was sure that I was going to melt into the touch. Just him touching me seemed to take the world of horrors and pain away. "I'm sorry Kenny." He said quietly and turned his eyes downcast and away from me.
Heh? What? What has he got to be sorry for-
"But we have all decided. That until you own up. And make a full decision to come forward about what has happened. In complete detail." His body trembled violently as though it was about to break out and change. "We can no longer see each other. You will stay at Carlisle's house until you are fully healed and then you will be going through a physio and other such phases..."
Y-You're punishing me? My eyes widened as tears began to sting their edges.
"Please." His voice trembled with the pain of having to continue. "Please don't see this as a punishment-" He tries to run his hand over my cheek again but I just slap it away as I close my eyes. "We just want to help!" He continues. I've never heard him so nervous or trembling so much. "We just want to make sure you're okay!"
I've lost sight in one eye. I've lost my legs. I've lost my voice. And now you want to take away the last thing I really have left.

I look at him. Stubbornness building in my chest as I look into those eyes. They're going to take him away from me.

I've lost too much. NO! FIGHT YOU IDIOT! FIGHT FOR HIM!

I looked him square in the eye as he fell into complete silence. Neither of us knew what to think any more. Neither of us was sure what to say to the other... But I guess it was easier for me now not knowing what to say.

No... I knew what I wanted to do.

I reached out slowly, ignoring the agonising ache which was taking part in each of my muscles.

I curled my fingers around the back of his neck as his smooth skin, burnt faintly under my fingertips. The smooth and lean, bronzed skin was like the most precious jewel that was ever to be presented to me. His eyes the deepest pools that I wanted to dive into and never return. I can't speak. I thought bitterly as my fingers met and I held myself up to him. Having dragged my body across the bed I was still working out how my body would move now. But feel this.

I glared up to the point I slammed our mouths together and melted into the kiss as he pulled me tightly into the embrace of his body.

Maybe it was the morphine or even my own self defiance... but If I was going. I was going to make sure he knew that first.

I love you. My thoughts tried to say.

So to Clarify, Kenny being a vampire was just a nightmare... or a vision maybe? Who knows? But he is completely human.