Okay, chapter 10! please enjoy.

(Jackson's POV)

I opened my eyes with a small groan; the sun was shining through a crack in my curtains. I blinked a few times and rolled the other way, good I'd have to fix that blasted thing one of these days. I roll over and tuck myself further under my covers, ugh I'd have to wash these too. They were beginning to smell.

Wait... WHAT?!

I shoot up and glance around; I was indeed in my room. I blinked a few more times and gently pinch myself; I jump at the sudden pain. Nope, I wasn't dreaming. Maybe the guys found me and took me home? I sit up and feel my body for bruises and the obvious blood but stop when my hands feel fabric; I glance down and see I'm wearing my favourite pair of blue PJs. I pull on my glasses and look at myself in the mirror, a blush comes to my face when I notice my hair is sticking out at weird angles. This only happens when I go to bed with wet hair.

"What the hell?" I glance around the room, the memories of last night were such a blur. I groan at an oncoming headache.

"Jackson?!"

Two familiar voices yell from down the hall before footsteps echoed the house, I guess my voice had been louder than I originally thought.

Seconds after a green-skinned beauty and a large furry male come tumbling into my room, the female was dressed in white and pink polka-dotted Pjs. The shorts had white ruffles around the edges and her hair was in a bun not in a ponytail. The male was wearing a large red T-shirt and basketball shorts and I didn't know whether to chuckle or yell as he glanced around my room with a glare.

"Frankie? Clawd?" I barely say before I'm pulled into a bone-crushing hug. I let out a small "oomph!" but bury my head in the crook of her neck. The bolts were sparkling like crazy but for some reason didn't hurt me "Oh my gosh, you're awake!" she yells with glee "I was so worried!"

I couldn't breathe but her scent calmed my racing heart. I shut my eyes and let her hold me until she gave up. It happened about 15 seconds later.

"What happened?" I ask and she sends me an odd look

"What happened?!" she growls and I feel the harsh slap of her head as she hits me on the head "What happened is you and Manny got into it and you took off to the normies side of town IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT WHEN THEY WERE ALL PARTYING!"

Her voice had risen to a loud annoyed and angry yell. I could only wince before sliding a little closer to my pillow, Frankie crossed her arms and sent me an unimpressed glare. Clawd also crossed his arms, a disappointed look on his face. A blush went straight to my face as I felt like an adolescent teenager caught by both parents in a very compromising position with my lover.

"I'm sorry!" I squeal and bury my face in my pillow, Frankie pulls it away with a glare and I sigh "It was stupid I know"

"Unbelievably stupid!" Clawd growls

Okay, now I really was feeling like a child...

"What were you thinking?!" Frankie throws her hands up

"I wasn't okay?!" I say and fall onto my other pillow; I sigh after a few seconds and roll over "I just, I just had to get out of there. I'm on semi-good terms with Manny and I didn't want to say something that would ruin it..." their disapproving looks soften a bit but I knew better than to assume I was out of the fires of hell yet

"Anyway, what you guys did was very brave so thanks for bringing me home"

They send me odd looks

"Jackson, we didn't bring you home," Clawd says, Frankie was slowly nodding in agreement

"We went out looking for you but got overrun by the humans and had to retreat before we were seen," Frankie says "I was so worried until I got a text from holt. Saying you were home. You said you had been attacked but saved by someone and that we should come over and keep an eye on you."

"What?!" I exclaimed and grab my head as a headache returns "Holt never texted you!"

"I know,"

Frankie hands me the phone and I glance at the message, it was Holt's phone number but the writing was all off. Holt always writes in slang. Uses all capital letters and lots of exclamation marks where this person used words you and I would use.

'I haven't received substantial injuries only minor bruising to the upper parts of my rib cage and face' instead of 'I'M NOT DYING Y'ALL BUT I'M COVERED IN BRUISES! THAT WAS ONE HELL OF A RUMBLE! HELP!'

"Plus they only capitalized the first letters of each sentence," Clawd adds

"So when we knew it wasn't you Clawd came with me to check on your house"

"We thought we'd find you at home bleeding out but instead you're fully washed and tucked into bed like a newborn pup," Clawd rubs his neck "I'm still confused about that part actually"

"Did they say who saved me?" I ask and hand the phone back to Frankie

"When I asked it only said "Your fairy godmother" and stopped answering after that"

She puts her phone away. I glance back at the window and finally notice it's a piece of paper that's letting in the sun, I reach over and grab it. It wasn't a piece of paper but rather a picture of a group of girls in cheer outfits making weird faces at the camera but still keep effortless beauty. I blink a few times trying to find a familiar face. I look at the fancy handwriting as I pull my feet onto the bed.

Jackson,

Well, I don't really know what to say. Last night was, interesting? That sounds a bit harsh. When I came here, saving you was the last thing I thought I'd been doing. You're probably wondering how you got here, well after I saved you I brought you home. As for the PJs, yes I washed you. You were covered in blood and I couldn't leave you like that. Don't worry, I've been trained to win 5 national titles with nothing but a pair of pom-poms and cheesy 80's music so I think I can get you into a pair of shorts without looking... though I'm not saying that's what I did. Don't worry your secrets safe with me. Anyway, you're probably blushing like a little school girl right now so I'll stop teasing you. Your clothes were a mess so I threw them out and before you shoot me I put fresh ones on your dresser! I left through the back door and slid the key to your house back through the kitchen window, it should be on the kitchen counter. Don't get mad but I called your friends to come to look after you; I didn't want to leave you alone. So when you get this call me so I still know your breathing.

Sophia.

I notice seven numbers and an area code at the bottom of the picture and can't help the blush as the rest of the memories of last night came back.

(Sophia's p.o.v)

I walked across the hotel room in a thong and a tank top, my shirt was riding up to expose my stomach. I ignore the teasing whistles with a small chuckle and walk through the 4 connected rooms and into my aunts on the far left, she sends me a smile that lasts three seconds before she's buried back into her conversation and glances back down at her computer. I'm guessing it was important so respectively I ignored her conversation and head to the bathroom. I always hate having two carry-on bags so I throw some stuff in her bag and take it when I need it, I run a brush through my hair and can't help but roll my eyes as they fell back to perfect waves. Sometimes it was annoying how perfect I was, and I'm not trying to be a bitch right now, I just hated it because it reminded me of the past.

One past I was hell-bent on forgetting. With a sigh, my fingers worked in my hair as I strung the brown strands into a messy ponytail. I turn on the tap and gently splash my face with water, Jackson should be calling me soon. I smile a bit as I think of the nerdy boy I had saved; I shut off the taps and buried my face in a silk towel. As if God heard me the ringing caught my attention, I went to ask Nat to answer it but not even a second later it stops. The tone shuts off mid-ring and I grind my teeth at the fact that one of my girls was touching my stuff without asking. GOD, it was one of my ultimate pet peeves!

"Hello? This is Cassie?" The frown brakes my face as I throw down the towel "Oh no, this is her number, but maybe you want mine instead?" She says in a seductive voice "And this is?" I walk back through the linked rooms "Oh my Jackson, well that's sound like a very sexy name"

I roll my eyes as I could see Jackson's blushing face flash through my mind, he was probably stuttering like a fool right now. Thankfully I had walked into my room at that point, the obvious giggles of the girls as they lay scattered around the room in bras and various forms of underwear. Sammy was the only one wearing a short sleeve shirt and shorts, they were booty shorts (most likely Nathalie's) and I couldn't help but smile as she sat on a chair with a book, the blush hidden by the book she was reading. The blush only intensifies when she sees me, last night was flashing through her mind and I hear Nathalie chuckle as she notices the same thing, though I can't come to her aid as I have to save my other nerd first. I backhand Cassie upside the head, half out of anger and half for Jackson's payback. She swears loudly and I grab my phone; leaving the room before she could retaliate.

"Hello?" I ask with a light chuckle and fall onto the bed I was sharing with Nathalie

Natalie was filling her nails and purposely throw myself onto the bed with more force than necessary. Her body bounces slightly and she sent me a glare as this broke her concentration. I smile and playfully stick out my tongue. Nat sets down the nail file and bites my lip seductively. I feel her soft hand running slow circles up my inner thigh. Her strong hands kneading into my thighs with glorious pressure. I bite my inner-cheek to stop the moan but can't ignore the butterflies as her hands start there slow descend up.

"Sophia?" Jackson's unsure voice asks, I snap out of lust filled thoughts and focus on the boy I was talking too.

"Hey, Jackson, how's the head?"

"It's a bit fuzzy actually," he sighs "what happened?"

"You got attacked Jackson" I state like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

I must have sounded harsher than I thought because the loud slapping noise echoed around the room and my left thigh was stinging. When I glanced down Nathalie glared.

"Be nice" she mouthed and I rolled my eyes

"I don't remember anything about the fight, all I remember is waking up in your arms."

"Yeah, well I was at the party with some friends and we got there before anything too drastic could happen"

I hated lying to him but was I supposed to say? 'Hey Jackson, you got the shit beaten out of you, you got stabbed with a hunting knife and almost bled to death before me and my friends could bail your ass out of trouble. Then I used a magical artifact from my guardian to heal your wounds.' Yeah, that would end well.

"I waited for you to wake up and I took you home"

"Oh..."

I leaned back, deciding to get the hard part over with.

"Jackson, I destroyed the video they took of you and Sammy shut down the site they were using to post all the videos." I'm met with silence "I saved the videos and my aunt knows some people in the law enforcement. We should-"

"No!" he cuts me off "we can't..." he adds a bit softer

"Jackson, I've seen some of those videos..." I whisper "What they're doing is horrible, no it's beyond horrible. They can't get away with this"

"What do you want us to do Sophia?" he sighs "We can't do what they're doing and fighting back only makes it worse...I know what they're doing is awful but we have to face the facts. The world isn't ready to know about my kind yet, telling them would do more harm than good"

I force my eyes to shut, trying to subdue the fire burning in my chest. This anger was on I hadn't felt in a while. It was a dangerous dark fire that got a lot of people hurt. Even now I could feel the urge to kill something. I wanted to destroy this sick town. I wanted to go from house to house, slaughtering every man, woman and child. Everyone that ever-hurt Jackson or his friends. I wanted to burn this sick place to the ground.

I bite my cheek, shifting my phone to my other hand and exhale. Even if I did that people would ask questions. If news got out that monsters roamed this world people would panic, governments would attack and innocent lives would be lost. As much as it pained me, this was a losing battle and everyone knew it.

"I'm sorry" I whisper

"Sophia, I was a complete idiot yesterday. I was so concerned with stopping one problem that I put everyone else in danger." He sighs "I knew that the humans were partying and I went into their side of town anyway. I broke the rules and I got attacked for it." I hear the creak of bedsprings "We have rules. Protocols. No one goes into that side of town by themselves. I'm sorry I put you in that position."

"Jackson, I only did what everyone else should have done. Monster or not it's wrong."

"You should come by sometime," Jackson says in a lighter tone "My friends would love to meet you."

"I'm not sure that would be a good idea, Jackson..." I trail off "Besides I'm leaving in a little while too, we have to get back to our school"

"Go back?"

I stop, finally realizing I hadn't told Jackson about us "Yeah, um. Jackson, we're not from New Salem. My friends and I stopped here to celebrate our victory in the New York cheer nationals."

"Oh…" he trails off brokenly "That, that makes a lot of sense actually. Most of the time no one comes to help us, I should have seen that."

I feel my heart drop as Leah knocks on the door.

"Sophia, 20 minutes and we're heading out,"

I nod as Nat climbs off the bed

"Jackson, I have to go… but I'm glad you're okay."

"Alright, have a safe trip back. Thank you for everything."

I bite my cheek "Bye Jackson"

"Goodbye, Sophia."

I hang up, dropping my phone on the bed and run a slow hand through my hair. My head was pounding. I feel Nathalie's eyes on me.

"Don't be like that, this is for the best."

She pulls on a pair of booty shorts, tossing me a short sleeve skirt.

"Then why does it feel so wrong?"

(Marcus's p.o.v)

I stormed down the halls of the hospital; I had a few broken ribs, a second-degree concussion and a sprained wrist. I kicked open the door to the wreck room and was met with the looks of my team, we had to stay here for a few more days as we were monitored. Like me most of them had bandages over their arms and heads, the only one missing was Smith as he was currently sedated and recovering from surgery.

When Sophia had kicked him into the dumpster she had bent the top of his spine forwards about an inch and a half, they had to cut him open and place wires in there to slowly pull it back into place.

Clark had a second-degree concussion, dark bruising on his throat and burn marks from the Tasers. An oxygen mask was on his face as her hit had caused major swelling in his airways and a heart monitor encase he passed out.

Luther had stitches in his head and bruising all across his nose and cheeks as the impact with the wall had cracked his head open. His left eye was swelled shut and he was due for x rays to make sure there was no lasting damage.

Alex has wires closing his broken jaw and bruising all across his mouth; the punch from Luther plus the staff has fractured the left side of his face. He had an oxygen tank as well but the tube went around his nose, not that he needed it that much but I guess it was hard to breathe when you have your mouth stuffed in a bag of frozen peas.

John had a cast and his left arm was in a sling, and a few cracked ribs as well. He had a rotational fracture to both the Radius and the Ulna. When Sophia restrained him she used so much force in the twist that it broke both bones and dislocated his shoulder.

I was beyond pissed.

Pissed that that freak got away.

Pissed that we got our asses kicked by some girls.

Pissed that in one night Sophia had taken out almost half of my football team.

And I was extremely pissed that we couldn't do shit about it.

There was no way in hell I was admitting we got beat by a girl. Thank god that we had finished the season. I just lost my best teammates.

"Marcus, the nurse says you have to watch your ribs. That means no kicking things" Clark says through the mask, I look at him and watch as it fogs up and fades with each breath

"If you don't shut the fuck up I'll break your ribs as well" I growl and wince as the movement burned "What the hell are you? My mother?"

I could tell he wants to say more but one look in my eyes has him submitting. His head drops down, looking to the left. Good, he knew better then to piss me off. I took in the large white room, the clean walls filled with informational posters about safe sex and other infections that no one looked at. The nurse, a busty blonde seemed to check on us a little too frequently, her sultry eyes and smiles, hands placed a little to long on my arm and her lips tucked between her lips as she said I could call her for anything.

Anything at all.

This wasn't a new thing. We had always been popular but now the whole town seemed to be at our feet. The guys had said that a monster had attacked us with inhuman speed and strength, most likely a vampire and had vanished with the fire freak. Many people had come across vampires, few had lived to tell the tale. So, the fact that all five of us were here, broken but alive had the town buzzing with anticipation. We got the best rooms and all the perks free of charge and complete access to visitors any time we wanted. My room was littered with get-well cards, flowers and the girls that brought them.

Despite all the perks, I couldn't get Sophia out of my head. I had been raised in the ring since I was three. Our parents taught us how to fight, they taught us how to disarm monsters, subdue monsters and should the situation require it, kill them. Though that was saved for emergencies. Our parents would overlook a lot of things but killing one of those freaks would cause more problems then it solved. The last thing we needed was a full out war.

But Sophia. Sophia was different. It was like she could see through all our attacks before we made them. Clearly, the cheer captain had training, advanced combat training as she willing threw herself into the middle of a fight with six armed men. Yet it wasn't just her skills. The ones that Nathalie took out only had bruises and concussions but the ones Sophia fought were practically on their death-beds. I sat down on a wooden chair as a green pillow made it comfier. I wanted to lie down but my ribs already felt like they were on fire. I had seen the fighting capabilities of most women, their strength… but Sophia was something completely different.

Then there was the fact that she defended him. HIM. She defended that freak even after she saw what he was and what he was capable of. Yes, not everyone in New Salem agreed with our choices but they just looked the other way like the cowards they were. No one had ever stood against us, until that night.

Who the hell is Sophia Jones?

(Jackson's POV)

I hang up the phone, falling on the bed as the gravity of the situation hit me. I could have died last night. Had it not been for Sophia. The strange female in town for a party. If the circumstances had been any different, I would probably end up in the alley, bleeding, naked and broken.

Clawd and Frankie were downstairs, there playful bickering and laughter echoed up the vents as they made breakfast. Two more people that almost died because of me. What the hell was I thinking? I place a hand over my heart, feeling the second heart pulsing back. Holt was still sleeping, surprisingly as DJ usually woke with the rising sun. I had no doubt he'd rip me a new one when he woke up. If Sophia found me, that meant I'd stayed in that fight as a human. I picked up the picture of Sophia, running my fingers over the glossy finish. She looked so perfect.

Maybe it was child-like curiosity? Maybe it was guilt? Despite the danger I found myself wanting to see her again. I found myself wanting to see her smile. I wondered if DJ would like her? I placed a hand on my face, wincing in pain. Maybe it was for the best though, keeping her out of my dangerous world. I mean she beat up a group of guys for me; I don't want anything bad to happen to her because of it.

I walk to the bathroom and turn on the tap, filling up the sink with ice-cold water before dipping in a cloth and placing it on my face. I had light bruising running across my left cheek to my temple, I probably took a boot to the face. I lift up my shirt and noticed bruising on my ribs, it wasn't too dark so I didn't anything was broken but a light hiss left my lips as I placed the cloth against them. I let out a low sigh as the coolness soothed my lungs.

I plunged the cloth back into the water and stood there for about 5 minutes "icing" my bruises and checking for any cuts or scrapes along my back and arms, I didn't bother with my bottom half as only the top seemed to hurt. A slow shiver shook my body and I decided it was time to get dressed.

I turn and find Frankie leaning against the door frame, her eyes taking in my bruised body "hey."

I sigh, tilting my head softly "Frankie I'm fine."

She nods, tears rimming her eyes "I know." She clears her throat "Breakfast is almost ready. Do you need any help?"

"No, I'm okay. I just have a few bruises" I place my glasses on my face and drape the towel over my shoulders before exiting the bathroom.

I move to comfort her but her fist comes out, stopping my advance. I glance down her hand, the skin felt warm against my flesh. Like many times before her fingers uncurl, slowly flattening over my abs. I lift up my hands, gently holding her cheek "Frankie I'm fine. Really."

I feel a few tears hit my hand "Jackson what the hell were you thinking?" I look at her broken eyes "What am I supposed to do if I lose you?"

This time I looked down. It was common knowledge that Frankie had lost her mother. Humans had killed her during the great war. Frankie hadn't met her personally but she was made from her father's life source and in turn shared his memories of her.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Frankie. It was beyond stupid. I swear I won't do anything like that again." I brush away a few tears and tilt her head up to me "Hey, I'm okay. You're not going to lose me today."

I place a kiss on her lips, only breaking it to lean my forehead on hers.

"Hey you two, everything okay?" Frankie smiles at Clawd's voice, stepping away from me.

"Yeah, we're all good."

"I just have to get dressed; I'll be down in two minutes," I state, pulling the towel off my shoulders.

"I'll be downstairs," she says softly before walking down the hall.

Looking to the left I notice a pile of neatly folded clothes on top of my dresser; I get up and walk over to them. I pull my pants out with shaking hands before unfolding them, my hand trace over the fabric as tears rimmed my eyes. This felt so wrong. This felt so twisted. I was attacked, beaten and bloodied. And here I was trying to get dressed so I could get back to some sense of normal.

I gently open my shirt and get dressed, wincing as I pushed each arm through my sleeves. Try to slow my shaking fingers as I did up my buttons. I sigh, trying to calm my racing heart. Being attacked was terrifying, no matter how many times it happened. I wipe away a few tears as I pulled on my cardigan, relishing in the familiar tightness. I wanted to forget about last night. I wanted to move on.

I place a hand on my head as the dull ache came back. Something about this didn't sit right with me. Sophia said I probably had a concussion but I'd been beaten up far worse than this and I'd remembered all of it. Even if some parts were a bit fuzzy it was there, I could piece the puzzle together with a few stories from others. But this time there was nothing.

I don't remember going into town.
I don't remember coming across my attackers.
I don't remember the fight.
I don't remember the pain.
I remember Going to Clawd's house.
Fighting with Manny over something dumb and storming out.
Then… waking up in Sophia's lap.

I had to sit down. Suddenly overcome by dizziness. I pant, feeling sweat building up on my forehead. I sink down on the soft material of the bed and pause as my hand brushed against something odd. My leg. I blink through the pain, feeling the rough texture of hardened skin. I slip on my glasses expecting to find some dried blood but find a long-jagged Scar. I feel the headache deepen as I trace the wound. It looked about an inch and half long and very deep.

What the hell…

Ignoring the pain, I sit, trying to remember what happened last night. Trying to find something to go off of. Buildings, faces, signs. Anything that could start me somewhere. Anywhere. Every time I tried the pain grew worse, seems to be my only accomplice in this darkness. I feel something pushing on my brain.

I try to think harder but my efforts are in pain. Like it was under attack the pain lashes out, suddenly intensifying no matter what I did. I scream, falling off the bed and onto the floor. The pain only grew as I tried to think of other things. My hands gripped my hair as what felt like acid burned through my mind. Ripping at tearing at my brain. Peeling back my skin. Shredding through my skull.

I could hear Clawd and Frankie yelling. Could feel the steady flow of blood as it ran from my nose and onto my lap. But I couldn't focus. I couldn't cry. I couldn't breathe as suddenly memories broke through the darkness and flooded into my mind. Like I was watching a sick horror movie I see it all. I see the fight. I see Holt. Watched some guy plunged a hunting knife into Holt's thigh and pull it out. His taunting laughter echoing through my mind. I feel every kick. Every punch. The burning of electricity as it runs through us. I taste the coppery tang of blood in my mouth and the burning of my lungs.

I remembered it all. We almost died. Holt almost died.

I feel my world going black as the door to my room bursts open. Clawd dives to the floor beside me. Frankie's mumbled yelling before everything goes black.

Okay, that it for now. Please read and review it makes me want to write more! Peace out lovely's!

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