So this chapter would have been up sooner except that I had finals and Texentes Verba I think had exams as well. Please enjoy this!

Leo's eyes widened as he watched Cat pull out a gun and slowly begin to aim it at Jack. His already racing heart began pounding even more. With his current injuries, he could try to disarm Cat, but she could end up being seriously injured. But even more difficult was escaping James who could easily intercept him if he tried to push off and reach either Cat or Jack. It was too late now though. The barrel of Cat's gun was pointing at Jack. His level of frustration kept rising as he watched Cat apply pressure to the trigger in slow motion. The gun shot echoed. Leo could only yell the name of his son.

James' teeth began grinding in his mouth as Cat's gun slowly became level with her shoulder and pointing at Jack. He could easily kill Cat, but in that time Leo could save the human girl even with his current injuries. Cat possessing a weapon was an unforeseen circumstance. Killing Cat had its benefits, and he could always kill Leo, but Jack would no longer be under his control, and could escape with Kim. Not the original plan, but it could work. It just would not be as satisfactory for him. A wide grin slowly creeped its way onto his face as the gun went off and his problem seemed to solve itself.

Jerry's vision was blurry. Everything was out of focus. But he was still able to make out the basics, for example, Jack murdering Kim, Leo being watched over by James, and Cat with the trump card pointing at Jack. Is this what it had come to? Was the situation this bad? Was the only way to save a friend killing a friend? His eyes shut for a second; he heard a gunshot, then the blurred silhouette of Cat drop to her knees before he closed his eyes once more.

Cat could not believe it. The bullet she was saving to use on James had to be used on one of her closest friends. Her hand was shaky as she pointed the gun at Jack. She swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to calm her rapid breathing as she applied pressure to the trigger. The gunshot was loud. The recoil was not as manageable as usual. Her mouth fell open as she dropped the gun and fell to her knees. The shot was a sure kill.

James burst out in a fit of laughter. "Amazing!"

Leo stared on in awe. "How is this possible...?"

Cat was paralyzed. "What? How? Why?"

Jack's arm was outstretched as if he had just used his backhand to slap something. He did though. He had slapped the bullet away.

"Observe Leo, the power of a true vampire." James whispered into Leo's ear. "You could have had that, and Jack could have as well if you weren't so fucking foolish. You see, I was able to unlock Jack's full potential when I put him under my control. Beautiful isn't it? You were at your true potential when you killed that human bitch you know. That's why tearing out her throat was as simple as tearing up paper! Well it was louder though, and messier, and more satisfying."

Leo wanted to do something. He had to do something. But what? His son needed him, and he failed him yet again.

Jerry opened his eyes once more, still seeing only the blurred outlines of people, one was a still standing Jack. "Impossible, he should be dead. That bullet was special made for the slaying of beasts levels above Jack and any of us. Just how strong is Jack? What kind of beast is he...?"

Cat stared at her open palm where the gun once was. Her mind preoccupied with analysing what just happened. Jack should be dead and Kim should be safe. How was any of this possible? Was it all over? After Jack killed Kim, was she next? Cat wanted to run away, run as quickly as possible, but that action was impossible. Her body had given up upon realizing everything was futile.

Kim felt herself slipping away; the only real feeling was the pain of Jack's hand around her neck and pressing on the base of her jaw. She wanted to open her mouth so badly. She wanted to call out to Jack. Wherever Jack was, she wanted to call out to him so that he could save her once more. The person in front her only looked like Jack, but that was not Jack. The real Jack would never hurt her. The real Jack had soft eyes. The real Jack was her love.

With the most futile efforts in mind trying to preserve her life, Kim held onto Jack's forearm, occasionally tapping it, as if those slight taps would wake him up. It did not work though. Nothing did. It was over. She did not want to admit it, but it was inevitable. Humans were not meant to socialize with beasts. Beasts belonged with other beasts, not waltzing around humans. A single tear escaped Kim's right eye, as if it were the opening act for the performance of her last breath.

Darkness. Nothing else but a small pinhole for Jack to glance through. He felt different, but nothing was different. Was it? He saw his hand wrapped around Kim's neck. "My hand...Kim's neck...what is...huh?" The pinhole through which he looked disappeared, shrinking into nothingness.

Darkness. It reopened. A voice saying "kill her" replayed like a broken track, whispering loudly in his ear by some familiar voice. He saw Kim once more before losing the pinhole. His body just did not feel like his own body, different in a sense. It was his l, but moved differently. It was his thoughts, but they felt dictated.

Darkness. The pinhole opened even wider than before, and kept widening as Jack caught wind of the tear drop that ran down Kim's cheek, and the dying pulse in her neck. Panic set in. Something was not right. What was it? What was going on? Why was Jack trying to kill Kim?

Jack's grip loosened then become non-existent. Kim fell to the floor coughing and rasping for air.

The hand print wrapped around her neck was the last sure thing Jack saw.

Jack began feeling a pounding sensation in his head, a literal pounding which went in time with his loud and radical pulse. He pressed his palms against his temples and squeezed his eyes shut. He then proceeded to stagger away, appearing to be in a state of weakness, confusion and pain.

Jerry glanced up once more, his vision only a tad better than a minute ago. He heard it well though, the sound of Jack's tortured scream.

Leo and James had finally come to an agreement after seeing the current situation. Agreeing that Jack was even more. "Can you believe it?" James asked. "I thought I unlocked his full potential. But it seems there's even more."

Leo scoffed. "It seems he doesn't need you. Leave."

James got up, and assessed his surroundings. "Indeed so it seems. Who would've guessed? Well, I look forward to fighting you all text time when you may present some of a challenge." James disappeared into the night, leaving behind a defeated group in despair.

5 WEEKS LATER

Jack hit the iron wall once more, leaving an impression of his fist. He hit it again. Harder. Then again. And again. Again. Again. Again. Again, again, again, again, again, again and again.

"Jack."

He spun around to see who interrupted his venting, recognizing the voice as Jerry. "What do you want?" His voice was dry.

"I want to see how much you improved, you know," Jerry inspected the wall where Jack had left a pattern of fists. "Compared to me." Jerry then moved to a section of the wall where Jack was yet to unleash his frustration. With one concentrated hit, Jerry created a larger indentation than any of those which belonged to Jack. "I had a three week head start so, whatever." Jerry then walked off with a smug grin on his face.

Jack's anger rose, and he hit the wall once more, harder than the other times. A three inch deep dent in a twenty four inch thick steel wall was impressive, but was an inch or two away from being as good Jerry's.

A week had passed and Jack only saw a small improvement. He was still too weak. Way too weak. He could never protect Kim at this rate. Never save her from danger...that was himself. Everytime he saw that scarf that was wrapped around her neck, it killed him. He did that. He caused her pain and almost killed her. Cat tried to stop him but not even a bullet that could take down a strong monster could effect him. Jerry told him he had knocked it away, like he was swating at a fly. If he could do that, who knew what could happen? He lost control before; who's to say it won't happen again. He fisted his hand and slammed it into the steel wall. He put his forhead next to his fist and for the first time in a long time, he felt tears came his eyes.

Soo what will happen next? Please review.