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Chapter 10

We were dancing to the beat when movement from the window to my left caught my attention. I took in a heavy breath and I guess my expression changed for the worse because Nathalie obviously noticed something odd since she shot me this "what the hell?" look and quickly spun Sammy around to face her. I gestured to the left. Nathalie glanced at the mirror against the wall and I saw the light glare on her lips. It was replaced with a smile before Sammy could sense it. With a nod, I pulled away from the dance to grab a drink. I made sure Nathalie stayed with Sammy while I was away. I smoothed a tress of hair back behind my ear and walked into the kitchen. Fortunately, people were making out or laughing too loudly at some stupid thing or other to pay much attention to me and what I was paying attention to. I smiled as though I was really amused by the stupid whatever that was so hilarious; smile and roll my eyes. Also, fortunately, the volume of the music was cut off a bit in the kitchen so I had an easier time finding my target. I glanced out the window as the cars drove up, slowly, as though they were creeping. I shut my eyes and focused my senses before opening them to listen in on the conversation that started after three sets of car doors quietly opened and quietly closed.

"Hey, guys!" This from a blonde dude. "We have a 47-20."

"Seriously?!" Another dude whisper-yells this and lets go of what I'm guessing was his girlfriend. Even though she had the wrecked eyes of someone who was sooner or later going to become everybody's girlfriend.

"What the hell are …" He gets cut off by a sharp jab to the ribs. A second guy nods in the direction of the house and he lowers his voice, "... they doing here?"

It was easy to hear the hatred in his tone. Hatred and testosterone. The one that got hit in the ribs shoves the one that hit him. It looked for a moment like they were going to go at it but they were stopped before they started by this buff brunette Alpha.

"Oh knock it off you two. We have bigger things to worry about," he growls.

"They can't hear us anyway," the third growls, or tries to growl, but it comes off as sort of whimpery.

I hide my smirk as I fake a sip. My back leans against the counter and I bob my head to the music, a small smile on my face.

"What category is it?" the first guy asks

"I think a category 2, the fire freak," the blonde guy says, "But I didn't see much of the video before I came here"

"Video?" I think but don't dwell on it before focusing again. Still, it sticks. What video?

"Well is it caught at least or do we need to spend the night hunting this freak?" the second growls

"No, he's caught" the blonde chuckled "Apparently the idiot walked into a crowded area while screaming and holding his head."

My heart jumped as I thought that whatever they were after might already be injured or worse...

"Where the hell are they?" a fourth asks

"Marcus says he has it captured up by the old high school," the blonde guy says.

My eyes snap open and I glance around, sure enough, the stuck-up Blonde in question was nowhere to be seen. When did he leave? Had I really be that distracted that I hadn't noticed it? I feel Nathalie's eyes on me and I make a small frown on my face. She nods before pulling Sammy across the room; soon we are standing in a small hallway.

"What's going on?" Nathalie asks

"I overheard the guys talking about hunting something," I say "Marcus is holding someone captive by the old high-school and I don't think it's in a friendly way..."

Nathalie lets out an angry growl and I hear footsteps approaching the door, seconds after it opens and a guy walks in. I turn around and before he could blink I had him pinned against the wall.

"What the hell is going on?" I growl, easily lifting him off the floor with my enhanced strength "What is 47, 20?"

"Wouldn't you want to know?" he chuckles "It seems we might have another one here" I glare at him "I know you weren't close enough to hear our conversation freak"

I tighten the hold on his shirt but I didn't really want to hurt him, I feel a hand on my shoulder and I glance at Nathalie. I put him down and seconds after Nathalie has his shirt and pulls him into a kiss, I cover Sammy's mouth with my hand and hold my breath as a small moan leaving her lips. The pheromones already taking their toll as his eyes glow green then fade to a light blue.

"You want to help me right?" she says as she pulls away, the boy gives a slow nod before his eyes return to normal "then tell us what 47, 20 means"

The blinks, he was most likely fighting the mind control but Nat was stronger than any human

"47, 20 is a code that we made up to warn the others if our enemies came," he says "If you line up the letters of the alphabet, each line holding 8 letters, the numbers M, O, T, L, fall under 4,7,2,0."

"Which means?" Nat asks annoyed when he pauses again, beads of sweat douse his face and I didn't need super hearing to notice the small cracking sounds of his teeth.

"It means..." he struggles as Nat blows a bit of purple dust into his face, the pheromone dust didn't affect females but it smelt horrible "Monsters on the loose."

"Monsters?" Sammy asks

"Yeah, there are hundreds of them in the next town over."

"What like Dracula, Frankenstein, the mummy and the Wolfman? All decided to hang out in New Salem" Sammy jokes "because I know for a fact that if legends are true then he lives in Transylvania, not America..."

"True" he lets out a low grunt, the sweat was running down his face "... but the children of these monsters go to a high school there..."

"A high school?" I say surprised

"Yeah, it's called monster high. They have rules not to come on our side of town but sometimes they break it and trespass into our town..."

Wow, he must really not want to tell us this. Sammy's dust had limits but her kisses, though awful kisses, were like the ultimate truth-telling drug, one touch and you had to tell her what she wanted. Male or female. That's how she knew about my deepest darkest secrets, the secrets of my past. The sucky thing was the more you resisted the more it hurt.

Nathalie slams him into the wall and blows out a little more dust.

"Now, be a good little kitten and tell us... How do we get to the old high-school?"

I kick open the door, the metal lock straining before it snaps easily. The handle sinks into the brick wall as I run out. I hear Nathalie's footsteps behind me and spare her a quick glance before looking over. I sigh, fighting the urge to smack my face or someone else in anger.

The scene was heartbreaking, the painfilled screams of the boy had me wishing I'd left Sammy at the party. Her terrified eyes widen more if that was really possible and I shake my head as she slaps her hands over her ears. Her mind already filling with her own demons. Nathalie looks over, shaking her head as well and places a comforting hand on Sammy's arm. Her fingers working out any tension the female might have.

The electricity surging through his body caused the fire to shot out in random directions. Of course, these morons only saw this as an attack and would send random kicks and punches at him before using the taser again.

"Shit..."

I didn't live in this town so it had taken us longer to find him that I had wanted, and because of that, this monster had clearly paid the price. The only thing that worried me more than the taser was the smell of blood, the purple liquid ran down his leg and onto the cement, only increasing with each jolt of pain and ill-timed kick to the gut.

"Those idiots!" Nat growls "If he's a fire element; electricity will only cause his powers to skyrocket."

I growl, weighing my options in my head. I knew that Daphne would have my ass if I intervened, I had promised her I'd stay out of trouble but I knew I would have my ass if I sat here and did nothing. Human, monster, animal, nothing deserved this type of treatment. Plus, the fact that this fight was five on one had my blood boiling. If you're going to beat someone half to death, at least have the balls to do it fairly.

I go to move when a hand grabs my arm, I turn to face my teammate.

"They have guns,"

Nathalie's voice wasn't scared, far from it. She was simply stating the obvious, taking mental tallies of every weapon in the field and every potential threat.

"You can go to hell if you think I'm sitting here doing nothing."

Nathalie's eyes said she didn't.

"Sophia no!" Sammy whines and grabs my hand "It's too dangerous"

"They are killing him, Sammy!" I whisper and duck as more fire leaves his body, the fire lighting the alleyway "Do you see how that fire is tinted with blue and purple? That's cuz it's not fire. It's his life source, they are literally draining him out his power"

"He's a monster, Sophia..." Sammy tries again

I take her arm, squeezing the flesh firmly. Pulling her eyes up to mine "Sammy. I saved you from your demons. Don't stop me from saving him."

Sammy submits, her eyes falling to the ground and her mouth in a firm line. I nod once at Nathalie, turning back to the wall and the disturbing scene below.

"I'll go first," I growl darkly before flipping over the edge of the building and land on the top of the garbage bin causing all eyes to fall on me.

Marcus looks up at me, first with surprise then glee, like he knew that I would follow. The seconds ticked by and I weighed the possibility that this was a trap, but it fades slightly as he lifts up his hands in an exaggerated welcome.

"Ah, come to join the show?" the glee in his voice was sickening and it triggered multiple memories that I had buried away.

I must have cringed at the sudden onslaught but he took that as disgust "Don't worry" he chuckles darkly "this one's not going anywhere"

"See guys, I told you she was fun" John whispers to Alex

I scanned the alley and saw that everyone we had met the first time was here. Marcus, Alex, Smith, John, Clark and Luther. The frown darkened a bit as I noticed the video camera in Clark's hands, he seemed like such a sweet guy and I could tell that he didn't really like this but was allowing the group no less. Shame, I was going to go easy on him too. Marcus sticks out his hand and I take it; his skin was slightly chilled from the air and I ignored the urge to roll my eyes as he placed his hand on my hips.

"Don't worry love, I won't let him hurt you" he whispers in my ear before heading back to his previous engagement, with a quick glance I took a few steps back to Alex.

"Marcus, she shouldn't be here," Alex says and sends a glare my way, I send him a sideways glance and fake a hurt frown.

"What are you so worried about Alex?" I say and let out a low chuckle "It's not like I'm going to-" I slam my forearm into Clark's throat. He chocks, clutching his neck as no air moves past his lips and his knees hit the ground "do something like that..."

I reach into the back of my skirt and grip the stick in between my belt, I pull it out and a loud ring noise echoes through the alley as it opens on both sides and transforms into a metal staff. I let out a happy smirk as I easily flip the staff in my hand and smash the video camera. I can't help but glance up at the group with a smile. The cool metal filling my body with joy as I looked at their surprised faces, Nathalie flips off the building and lands beside me, a large metal chain in her hands.

"Come on boys" I smirk. The four of them had yet to break their stupor "We gonna stand around here all day?"

"Or are we going to fight?" Nat finishes

I could have rolled my eyes as Smith pushed the other out of the way and swung a fist at me; I easily dodged and redirected it. Both Nat and I laughing as he punched out Luther beside him. I watch as a tooth goes flying across the alley.

Smith runs at Nat and she kicks him in the chest. Alex charges at me and using my staff I block two of his punches before smacking him across the face. He goes down. Using my staff, I hit John in the stomach.

Next Nat grabs Marcus's hand to stop a punch coming in my direction, easily disorientating him with a swing of her chain and drives her knee into his stomach, tossing him to the ground.

John comes back as the sound of a knife echoes through the air. Quickly dodging his swing, I rip the chain, usually hidden as a necklace, out of Nat's hands and loop the chain around his arm. Pinning it behind his back and restrain him with one hand.

I see Luther coming at me with a knife so I toss Nat the staff. She smacks the knife out of Luther's hand before sending him a hard kick to the side, the force sends him stumbling into a few garbage cans before he grabs an empty beer bottle off the ground. Smashing it on the metal and charges at us. I roll my eyes and Kick Luther in the stomach; he steps back on an empty tin can and I know when his head collides with the wall that he's down. That's one.

Using the moment, I unhook the chain and pull his arm over my head, this forced John to fall forwards and Nat rolls the staff in her hands before swinging it like a bat. The staff slams into his chest and he goes flying into the wall. That's two.

I spot Alex charging at me with a knife so I wrap the chain around his neck and toss him into Marcus who was going after Nat, their heads collided with a sick crack. Two more makes four.

The ringing of metal is back and I turn to see Smith thrusting a knife in my direction, Nat hip-chucks me out of the way and blocks the weapon with the staff before using her fist to hit him in the arm. He drops the knife and uses the other to throw a left punch which she easily dodges. Using the palm of her hand to hit him in the chest. The force causing him to tumble backwards towards me.

I chuckle. Wrapping my chain around his neck, pinning him against the wall and using my super strength I kick his feet out from under him. I watch as with my strength his flips onto his back before slamming into the dumpster, the metal denting on impact. Five.

Nat chuckles as she rolls the staff in her hand and glances at me "Only knives? I wonder what happened to their-"

Movement catches my attention.

"Fuck you!" Clark screams, pulling out a gun. I tackle Nat to the ground as the chain behind us sparked three times. The bullets hitting the metal where we were previously standing.

My heart stops as he points it at us; I knew we wouldn't make it in time to move. It was like the world slowed down dramatically. I could hear the clicking of the gun as he pulled back the trigger.

Suddenly his body starts violently, shaking, and he lets out a scream that almost makes me feel sorry for him before finally collapsing in a spasming mess. My eyes find two wires embedded in his back and Sammy holding one of the boy's teasers. She looked at him before looking at us with wide eyes, now understanding her actions and swallows roughly.

"I never liked that boy..."

(Jackson's p.o.v)

I let out a pain-filled groan, everything was black and my eyes felt like they weighed a ton. I felt a similar sickness in my stomach and guessed that I had blacked out. What happened...? I instantly thought of Holt but the images of earlier flashed through my head and I let out another groan. Damn, I wonder how bad it is this time. Would I be able to walk? Is anything broken? Am I even wearing clothes?! Yes, they go that far sometimes...

I move my head to the left but instead of hard rocks and pavement, I feel something surprisingly soft. My eyes flick open for a second and I catch the outline of a small figure kneeling beside me.

"Frankie...?" I whisper before they shut again.

After what felt like an eternity, my eyes slowly open again. The entire world was spinning. I let out a painful groan and shut my eyes at the brightness.

"Don't move," a female voice says, I saw the outline of a girl and move my head. Warm hands run over my forehead and gently brush my bangs to the left. I smile a bit and let the softness of her legs cushion my aching head. I blink a few more times as my vision slowly clears, at first, I thought it was Frankie but this girl had white skin not green. She gives me a small smile "You head took quite a knocking though I doubt you have a concussion" I wince slightly and she touches my tender head.

"It's a lot more durable than you'd think," I say and tap my head lightly; the pain comes back as I think about the many beatings Manny had given me.

"Well I guess that's good," she says and brushes away my bangs again "Would you like to sit up or are you going to puke on me?"

I shut my eyes for a second and think about it. My stomach was still spinning but the ringing and pounding in my head had quieted down. Her legs were so soft too but I doubt the ground is very comfortable and I don't know her so this might be really awkward.

"I can sit up"

She nods and gently slides her hands under my shoulders.

What seems with great ease she picks me up bridal style and turns around to gently place me against the cold wall, I sigh and place my head against it. The hardness burned but the cold helped with the pain.

"I um, fixed these for you... well the best I could with my hands" she unfolds my glasses and places them on my face; I slid them into place with my hand and blink a few times to clear away the rest of the burliness. I look around the semi darkening ally and finally my eyes fall on my saviour, I gasp loudly.

Sitting in front of me was this gorgeous girl, she chuckles and I can't stop the blush that spreads across my cheeks like fire. She had shoulder length brown hair that fell into perfect waves, flawless skin. A slim, tight body, luscious breasts that moved every-time she breathed. I couldn't stop my eyes from scanning her toned legs, I had quite an eye-full from the mini skirt she was wearing. Her creamy skin looked smooth and firm, it was literally mouth-watering. I shifted a bit to ease some tension in my lower regions.

Now I know what you're thinking. Jackson's turning into a pervert? But that's not why I gasped. This girl was clearly from the upper class of humans, WAY out of my league on any level and yet she just... saved my ass?

What the hell...?

"Thank-you. Oh my god, thank-you!" I finally spit out, she chuckles and flashes me a perfect photo-ready smile.

Her perfectly white teeth being another reminder of her status, I blush and glance around at the ally. I could see the indents in the dirt from the fight, I only saw a bit of it but this girl must have been one hell of a fighter... or she has someone hiding in the shadows. Though I doubt any green mutant turtles would be popping out anytime soon.

"Don't mention it" she sighs and sits down beside me, her sneakers shined in the street light. I lean back against her jacket and close my eyes, only to open them a second after she speaks "So? Is this Frankie your girl-friend?"

"W-What?" I glance at her quickly and wince in pain and my vision spins, she chuckles lightly

"When I saved you, you called me Frankie before you blacked out," she glances out at the sky "Is she your girlfriend or something?" I can't help laughing, tears roll down my cheeks. She sends me an odd look and before I realize what I'm doing I'm leaning over, our lips touch for a few seconds before I pull away.

"Thank-you" I barely get out between breaths, she blinks a few times before sending me a confused look

"For what?" she asks in an amused voice, I sigh happily and wipe away a few tears

"For literally" I pause to take a breath "being the first person to assume she was my girlfriend and not my sister,"

I blush when I realized I had kissed her. Yet she didn't scream and slap me like any other popular girl would, proving to be yet another thing that shocked me. I licked my bruised lips and inwardly chuckled when I tasted her strawberry lip gloss.

"Why would you not have a girlfriend?" she asks skeptically, I smile and turn to look at her

"Look at me, I'm a nerd," she frowns a bit, cocking her head to the left

"So...?" she says "Your cute. Most girls like nerds... especially ones with cute glasses"

She pokes the bridge of my nose, my glasses shift slightly and my blush darkens. I force myself to look anywhere else but at her. She chuckles at my obvious shyness but sudden vibrating fills the air before she can speak, with a bit of shuffling light fills the ally.

I wince, leaning my head on the cerement.

"Okay, before you freak out I'm fine." ...

"I was thinking that this was wrong and I stopped it." ...

She silently rolls her eyes "Well what did you expect me to do? You taught me better than that." ...

"No, I left on my own, it was just me." ...

Anger flashes in her eyes "Well they're not dead if that's what you're asking." ...

She glances at me "He's got a broken nose, a sprained wrist and a few fractured ribs but he'll live." ...

"I'll drop him off at his place and come back." ...

"I'll be fine Daphne" she sighs "I'll call you when I'm on my way back ... Okay, bye."

With that, she hangs up the phone and glances at me "You do remember where you live right?"

"Yeah. Um, it's..." I trail off as nothing comes to mind.

Oh god.

(Sophia's p.o.v)

I walked down the street; Jackson was leaning against me as I walked. Every once and a while I have to stop as I felt him slow down. The potion healed most of his wounds but the concussion he most likely had worried me, I could heal his body but there would be aftershocks for a little while.

"Are you sure your parents aren't home?" I ask again and watch as he gives me a slow nod,

"Yeah" he sighs "their gone to a meeting in Scaris"

I could feel him leaning more against me as the exhaustion set in; the potion enhanced the body and sped up the healing process so much that it could heal any wound. But it puts such a strain on the body after that it's not safe to use a lot. Finally, I just picked him up, the steady steps of my shoes and his slow breathing was the only things I could hear.

"You're going to be fine Jackson, just don't fall asleep on me yet okay?" I notice the blush on his face.

"You really know how to ruin a guy's pride," he says with a light chuckle

I smile as he buries his head in the crook of my neck

"Sorry, but I still have to get home and you're walking slower than a turtle." His blush darkness

"Thank-you for tonight" he whispers and I send him a quick glance before turning down another street "I am really grateful that you rescued me"

I smile

"I should be thanking you" I whisper, he sends me an odd look

"Why?"

"You helped me repay a debt" I whisper but notice he's asleep.

I walked up to a dark brown house; the windows were covered with dark curtains. I glance around the yard and notice the blooming flowers, using one hand I manage to grab his keys from his pocket and open the door. My ears on alert for any security alarms, thankfully there wasn't any. I glanced at the box as saw the green light, either Jackson had forgotten to set it or Holt hadn't cared. I toss his keys into the wooden bowl and watching his head I move up the stairs. I flick on the lights and glance in the first room, there were a large king size bed and a few pictures of a Jackson and his family. I shut the door to his parent's room and opened the next one; it was filled with recording stuff, music racks. CD's were scattered around and three guitars plus a piano lay against the wall. This must be his music room, I shut the door. The next one was a small bathroom, and I opened the door to a plain room. The lack of anything boyish told me this must be a guest room; I glance at the last door and roll my eyes.

Of course, it was the last room I check.

I walk down to the last door and open it up. It was a fairly large room, it was big enough to hold two dressers, a queen-sized bed and still had room to walk comfortably. I'm guessing this was the master bedroom originally but was given to the boys. I can't help but smile as I look at the pictures of Jackson and his friends. I looked at the faces of the gorgeous girls or Ghouls as he calls them, their faces happy as they squash Jackson in for a photo he had no idea was going to happen.

I set Jackson down on the floor and walk into the bathroom, the sound of water filled my ears as I glanced around the room for the things I would need. I fill the bath with bubbles and other bath beads before walking back out. I picked up the bloody boy before walking back to the bathroom; I set him on top of a self before gently stripping him of his clothes.

His shoes come off first, the fabric sticks to his body, the blood-soaked through them. Next was his socks, the blue was now black. I too tossed them into the garbage. I hook my fingers around his cardigan, carefully undoing the buttons. I slow down my fingers and I feel the firm flesh underneath the soft material. My eyes scan down his body, taking in the toned muscles that his bloody sweat filled shirt encased. Holy crap, the cute nerd was a total stud… I pull his shirt open, sliding it down muscled arms. His ripped abdomen only showed more under the black and blue bruises still healing.

I also noted with amusement that Jackson was fairly tall. His long legs were fairly obvious in the bright room. If I'd been anyone else, I would have needed help to get him home. His legs were like his arms, the muscles weren't super prominent but clearly there. I had no doubt Jackson played some type of sports. If he dropped the cardigan, styled his hair and donned something a bit tighter, I had no doubt he could get any girl he wanted.

I turn around. Running my hand under the faucet, it was perfect. I shut off the tap. The room was filled with Jackson's quiet breathing and the odd drips from the tap. I walk back to Jackson and using two fingers I gently pull off his boxers, smiling once more. I pick him up and place him in the warm bubbles, Jackson winces but settles fairly easily in the warm water, his head resting on a thick towel. I grab a cloth and as I had with Sammy not so long ago, slowly start washing away the blood.

I place him into bed, tucking the covers around his shoulder and place the card on the window ledge, I wasn't sure if it was dramatic irony or not. To be the one saving someone, I place a hand over my heart and glance up at the sky. Well, now I know how he felt.

"A promise is a promise," I whisper and curl my hand into a gentle fist. "Never again."

"Sophia..." Jackson whispers.

I glance back at the sleeping boy and chuckle, wiping away a few tears before leaning over and placing a long kiss in the center of his forehead.

"Good night Jackson."

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