I woke up to a hard shove off the comfort of the bed. Pain shot up my back and I rolled around on the carpeted floor, cursing the other occupant under my breath. I struggled to my feet and glared at the sleeping bundle in front of me, only to stop my every train of thought when I noticed the mutilations carved on my boyfriend's uncovered torso.

Scars and thin, needle-like pokes were scattered on his flesh, some fresh red whereas others had begun to scab over. As the boy shifted slightly in his sleep, he whimpered and curled into a ball.

It was then I realise the red stain on his bed sheets.

"S-Stop this!" the sleeping boy yelped, the shock breaking me away from my thoughts. I was still frozen, watching the injured teen thrash around in his sleep, his long face filled with fear. "I-It hurts! St-Stop it! Dad, please!"

I pinched my arm, to prove that I wasn't in a dream, and settled next to him, cradling his head and kissing his hairline lovingly as I whispered, "James, baby, wake up. It's just a nightmare. You're safe, love."

The brunette's arms were immediately constricted around my waist as he buried his face in the curve of my hips, softly whimpering and shaking furiously. I patted the moist and wild bed hair he has, flinching when I felt his teeth bite into my skin to stop him from screaming out in pain. His body heat deteriorated quickly, leaving him paler than I was, despite the redness in his cheeks.

I bit my lip to stop from chattering, and focused on the task at hand.

"Baby, wake up," I pleaded, caressing his cheek with one hand, the other still toying with his brown locks. I ignored the prickly sensation on the area where the boy had bitten, my priority to wake him out of his nightmare.

Without meaning to, my hands to touch his shoulders, to give him a hug, and I ended up accidentally grazing the open wound stretched diagonally across his back.

His hazel eyes snapped open as his lips tore apart with a painful grunt, his body naturally shifting away from my embrace. James was heaving, one hand reaching around to his back where he gingerly touched the gash. I began to panic when my boyfriend jerked backwards, and I ran out of the room to search for any medical supplies.

"Bandages, bandages! Where the heck are they?" I repeated, mumbling under my breath. I nearly tripped over the leftovers of what was my attire for the day. A blush crept up my cheeks as events from the past few hours flooded my mind. I shook the images out of my head and went to pick up the remnants of my shirt, sighing as I threw them away.

I went back to my initial quest once I managed to push my thoughts away with each jump up the stairs.

I rummaged through the medical cupboard found in one of the several bathrooms of the Diamond household, grabbing the first aid kit that was readily available and dashing back to the bedroom, all in record timing.

I was picking up the white roll of fabric and medicines with clumsy hands, which were soon clasped with a cold one. I looked up, all items stacked on the space between my arms, and frowned at the pretty boy kneeling in front of me, his face contorted with pain, clouding over the smile that barely brightened up his exhausted features.

His expression softened when his hazel eyes clashed with mine. "You're quivering, Kendall," he stated calmly, his voice strained as he tried to, obviously, steady himself. He grabbed the items away, arranging them on the floor before turning around to kiss me gently. "I can do it on my own, okay? Don't worry."

I stared at him incredulously before my gaze lingered on the scars that were covering his skin. I bit my tongue to prevent a gasp from escaping. There were several lacerations that had already healed, which I failed to notice at first, replaced by skin a tone brighter than the brunette's actual color.

I reached out and traced each fading line gently. Our eyes were locked to as I moved my fingers to the more recent injuries, which made my lover hiss, flinching away with his eyes shut. I was about to move my hand onto his back when he grabbed it, his grip taut.

"James."

"No," he answered, despite there being no questions asked. I glared at him, my lips drawn to a thin line. James rolled his eyes and used more force on the hand he was clutching. I nearly doubled over trying to free myself, leaving me breathing heavily. The brunette then continued, seriousness laced with his every word, "Don't touch them. They'll heal on their own. No questions."

"But-"

"No buts," James growled, crushing my bones. I winced. "I mean it, baby. No questions."

"Fine," I retorted, trying to tug my hand away before he damaged it beyond use. When he didn't, I sighed in frustration. "At least let me go so I can bandage your wounds. Or do you prefer to let them bleed and possibly get infected?"

The pretty boy blinked blankly at me for a moment before the reason dawned on him and his grip immediately fell away. I rubbed at the redness encircling my wrist and frowned when I felt a dull ache residing in my bones. Well, I'm just thankful my wrist is still intact.

"Sorry, baby, but you shouldn't mess with a man who just got up," James joked, gently dragging my wrist to his lips. He kissed it once and looked at me expectantly, and I rolled my eyes. I remained where I was, an unsatisfied expression on my face. He pulled me close and latched himself on my neck, where he began sucking and biting until I went limp in his embrace.

Damn him and his sexiness.

With a smirk, the brunette pulled away and admired his handiwork, hands running up and down my thighs. James held me closer, my legs outstretched next to his as I sat comfortably in his lap.

"You're a jerk," I mumbled, wrapping my limbs around his cold body. I nuzzled his jaw and sighed. "You're lucky that I love you."

"And I love you," James replied, he traced my sides airily and smiled cheekily. His fingers slowly descended to cup my butt. "Especially after seeing you run around my house nude. Mmm, that firm ass."

As though to reiterate his point, his hands squeezed me, pulling the cheeks apart. The action caused me to shiver as I felt something sticky flowing out of my hole. I glanced over my shoulder and went red in embarrassment when I saw a white puddle seeping into the carpet.

A pair of lips touched my forehead, cold as winter against my heated skin. The pecks continued down my face, movements in sync with the fingers that were inching closer to my leaking entrance.

A loud slam, however, threw both of us apart. The noise echoed through the house along with the loud clacking of heels and exasperated sighs. I gulped and lengthened my hearing, feeling my heart rate calm down when I heard the inexplicable muttering of a tired Brooke Diamond.

"James, I'm home!" she exclaimed, nearly blowing my eardrums off. The young Diamond froze, staring at me with wide eyes, his jaw hanging. I was going to laugh at his fish out of water impression but ended up mimicking his expression instead when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, the click-clack of Brooke's heels no longer present. They were coming closer and I was still unable to move, paralysed on James' naked body.

"Come here!" I heard James hiss, shoving the first aid kit under his bed before pulling me up into his chest. The brunette pulled his comforter off and dumped me onto the mattress before jumping in himself, covering our bodies with the thick blanket. "Stay quiet, close your eyes."

I was tucked away under his chin and the fabric was pulled over my head, hiding me away from sight. I squeaked when James' leg swung across mine, bringing our bodies impossibly closer as he feigned sleep.

My arms were trapped between our chests and I found myself snuggling into the brunette, my chin resting in the indentation of his collarbone. A quick kiss was planted on my head before the door creaked open and the lingering lips left abruptly. James' chest began rising and falling slowly, as though he was really passed out, even though the quick beating of his heart stated otherwise.

Brooke sighed when she saw her son buried under his quilt. "James, get up. It's nearly 7 in the evening."

I peeped at my boyfriend's face as he pretended to awaken, groaning and stretching one of his arms, the other crushed under my lower back. "Hey mum," the pretty boy said, his hazel eyes opening slowly. He dragged himself up and leaned against his headboard, the one I was gripping just hours before as he blew my mind, his posture casual and calm as he stared at his parent. "What's up?"

"Oh God," I heard Brooke mutter under her breath, as soft as the wind. It was then I noticed that only James' bottom half was covered, revealing all of his cuts and bruises. However, instead of lashing out about them, the middle-aged woman gulped and continued, like everything was completely normal. "Your room is a mess! What did I say about keeping it clean?"

"Muuuuuuu-"

"James Diamond!" she interrupted, before chuckling at the pout that appeared on her son's lips. I ran my fingers along his abs, back and forth, as a comforting gesture. He must've taken the reason behind my actions wrongly as I soon found my butt being fondled, roughly. I would've smacked it away if it weren't for Brooke clearing her throat, covering a chuckle. "By the way, if you're staying for dinner, Kendall, I hope you're alright with roast chicken."

My cheeks were tinted pink and hotter than a furnace, slamming my face into James' ribs and eliciting a painful yowl from him. Brooke broke out in laughter before shutting the door behind her, shaking her head in disbelief.

"And clean up those stains! I just got you that carpet!" She shouted, her vocals bouncing off the walls of the hallway as she headed back to the first floor.

I groaned in embarrassment and pushed myself away just as the sheets were thrown off with a swift kick from the boy next to me. I turned onto my stomach and buried my face into the fluffy pillow, gripping it with enough force to cause a small tear.

The bed dipped as my partner shifted, pulling his trapped arm away. I titled my head to the side, greeted with the view of James' wrist, palm flat next to my head. "That was so embarrassing!" I whined, slamming my face back onto the pillow. "I can't believe she knew I was here! And she even noticed the stains!"

James chuckled next to my ear, a shiver running down my spine as his breath hits my skin. He kissed the junction between my neck and shoulders, his nose tickling my back as he nuzzled into my flesh. I rested on one side of my face, watching the brunette with curious eyes as his lips moved down my spine. "Sorry," the pretty boy mumbled against my skin, with no sense of guilt in his words.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, my toes curling up at the softest brush of his mouth. I bit my tongue to stop the moan that threatened to leave my throat when I felt James' teeth against the ridges of my back, alternating between kisses and nibbles.

The actions ended just above the crack of my butt. By now, my back was arched like a stretching cat's and fire was erupting in my lower regions, a slight problem now rubbing against the bed with every slight movement, seeing as how James had left no space between our bodies. "A-Ah, James, s-stop. Brooke's dow-downstai- Mmmm!"

"Second round," James stated bluntly, his tongue tracing the curve of my earlobe as he pressed himself down harder, allowing me to feel his muscles crush me and the hardness against my inner thigh. I wiggled under him, trying to get away, but only resulted in my arousal when the heat brushed my wet hole.

James tugged me up, onto my hands and knees, and slowly grinded his hips into mine, his hands clasped on my waist to keep me in place.

I was about to object with another excuse, except my words were muffled as a palm was slapped onto my lips, and I was fucked into oblivion once again.

By the time I had broken free from James' crazy urges, it was well after dinner time. I had already freshened up, thankfully with a shirt and jeans I stole from my boyfriend's wardrobe, and gotten the nasty bruise on my hips patched up. I told James to call me up once he was done showering so I could wrap his injuries up as well, much to the brunette's distaste.

The roast Brooke had told me about was still on the table, along with a few plates and other utensils. Parts of chicken were missing; the strict CEO must have eaten first instead of waiting for the hormone-driven teenagers to stop having sex in her house when she's present.

I was about to crash on the couch after consuming enough food to feed the families of this neighbourhood when James, in his jeans, stormed down the steps, his eyes red in fury. "Don't let him in!" he roared, just as the doorbell rang.

Brooke looked at him questioningly, frozen at the dining table where her paperwork was strewn all over. My boyfriend was glaring daggers at the door as if it had come alive and was now a threat to his family. And I was just ogling my lover's well-toned, and bandaged, chest. However, none of us made a move to answer it, until the doorbell began ringing excessively and was hurting my head.

I sighed and shoved James aside for his sudden attitude, poking my tongue out when he looked at me incredulously. "Get a shirt, lover boy," I teased. He would've gotten hold of me if I hadn't took a step to the side. Weird, his precision and speed seem off now.

I pushed the thoughts away and flung open the door, promptly greeted by the mouth-wrenching stench of cinnamon. I stared at the curly brown hair uninterestedly, leaning against the frame. "Can I help you?"

The twin glared coldly at me before his eyes shifted to the person whose shadow was casted over me and a sigh escapes the unwelcomed guest's lips. "Still haven't told him, kiddo?" Shane said, completely ignoring the fact that I was right there between them. A pair of long arms wrapped themselves around me, pulling me into the comfort of my lover's embrace. When I felt his chin digging into my skull, I realised that James had gone into protective mode again, especially after the last time. The other brunette pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned. "Are you fucking kidding me? Look, I don't have time for this. We need to leave."

"Whoa, hold up," I interrupted, clinging onto my lover's arms before the boy could even move an inch. Also, taking a moment to revel in the feel of his bare chest against my back, for once not sexually. "Where are you going?"

"None of your business," Shane answered, his arms folded as he looked at me in frustration. "Stop nosing around in our issues. You're not welcomed."

Before any of us could retort, a fist went flying to the brunette's face, causing him to be thrown backwards onto the front lawn. I tilted my head back and gaped at James, flabbergasted. The pretty boy was growling under his breath. "Don't you dare talk to my boyfriend in such a tone," the boy hissed, eyes clouded with anger.

The twin sprawled on the floor held his face gingerly, wincing as he stood back up on his wobbly feet. The bastard had the urge to smirk as he wiped the blood dripping from his lips. "Then move your fucking ass. We're late and you look like shit. Get a shirt.""

James was about to lunge forward before I turned and held him back, frowning at the shaky fists by his side. I coaxed the tension out of them and laced our fingers. "Calm down, Jamie," I murmured. His red eyes met mine coldly for a second before they shifted back to his twin. When I picked up on the growls coming from both teenagers, I sighed. "James-"

I was about to tell them off when a louder, shrill voice broke through the rumbles of the twins.

"You two, settle your problem outside!" the adult finally screamed, a glare powerful enough to force the strongest opponents to their knees on her face. I peeped over my lover's shoulder, spotting Brooke a foot from the table she was on, surprised as I hadn't even realised her movement.

She snatched her keys off the messy table and grabbed my arm as we exited the house, tearing me away from my brunette. "I'll take Kendall home. Talk it out and, then, go home, Shane. It's a school night and I expect James to attend tomorrow. Do you understand?"

The two boys remained motionless, having their own stare down. "I said," Brooke roared, dragging me out the house. She paused, tilting her head to the side as she looked at them from the corner of her eyes. "Do you understand?"

I cringed internally when she nearly busted my eardrums but was surprised to hear the twins reply her calmly. I turned back just a fraction to look at them, still watching one another with glowing red eyes, bodies crouched and in position to attack.

"Brooke, is it-" I was shoved into the family vehicle, left to struggle to get my seatbelt on as the woman drove off, leaving a cloud of smoke in her wake. I looked at the guys through the front view mirror, shocked to see a blonde, who was around the height of their shoulders, standing between them. My mouth instantly tightened to a thin line.

Just under the rumble of the engine, I could hear her talking. "He's waiting for us! Put aside your egos and let's go! The sooner it's done, the sooner we're all free!" She had her hands on her hips, the length of her hair similar to Lucy's. Her back, however, was to me.

Just who is she?

The car was moving further away, and I was tempted to jump out of the door. Except the young girl turned, and stared right at me, freezing me in place. Something about her caught me off guard. Her eyes bore into me as she disappeared from the glass, unhappiness and dissatisfaction evident on her expression.

I was still staring at the blank spot on the mirror, even after the reflection went away.

The drive back home was silent, filled with the static noise coming from the radio. Brooke's breathing was a little forced, taking deep breaths to calm her thudding heart down. I shifted uncomfortably.

"Brooke?"

"Has James told you?" she spoke, for the first time since we left. She passed my driveway, ignoring my protest when I told her about it. Her eyes were glued to the road. "Listen to me, Kendall. Has James told you anything about what he's been up to for the past few weeks?"

"N-No. Why?" I asked, taking a cautious glimpse at her expressionless face. Something was hiding, and by the way her body was slouched, along with her heavy breathing, it was something bad. "You noticed the scars, too, didn't you? Why didn't you say something?"

"Because he won't listen to me." Brooke's eyes slowly filled with tears. The car stalled to a stop by the driveway to my house, having gone in a circle when she was gathering her courage to talk to me, and she rested her head on the steering wheel. She heaved and pulled out a piece of paper from her pocket. "There are things he's been keeping from you. Things that I've told him countless of times to let you in about. I don't know how much this is going to help, but I need you to have something."

The elder lady handed me a torn envelope, my name scribbled on the front. I took it wordlessly, stumped. "James is going to kill me when he finds out I've given this to you. But, you're the only chance I've got, Kendall." A forced smile graced her lips. She gently shoved me before wiping the tears away. "Now, get out of here. Your mum was pretty worried about you being out this late without notice."

I exited the car and walked away, my fingers pulling at the fraying pieces of paper. The sound of tires screeching against granite made me turn back to wave at my ride, who smiled sadly at me before heading back to her mansion. I folded the letter and slotted it into my back pocket, taking a breather before I entered my house.

I was interrogated the second I stepped in before Mum decided I was lucky that Brooke had called her a few hours prior to my return, claiming that she would have gone to the police if it weren't for that phone call. I quickly escaped to my room afterwards, avoiding Katie's questions about the marks on my neck, and locked the door before flipping the switch.

Light filled every crevice. I threw myself onto my bed, ignoring the stabbing pain in my lower back, and took out the letter within its paper casing. The handwriting seemed almost illegible yet familiar at the same time. I pushed myself up and crossed my legs, my eyes scanning through the long sentences carefully.

Ah, to say I'm surprised is an understatement. Who knew the boy my son happens to be dating has the body suitable for the one combination no one can work with? How does it feel like, knowing the power to kill and destroy is in your hands? How does it feel like, aware that your powers could take the life of the boy you love so much?

Such a perfect match, you and James. Too bad your elements hate one another.

But, I have a deal for you. I can take away your elements, both you and my dearest son. I can make you two normal again and let you live your teenage years in simplicity. I'm sure James would LOVE that, won't he? Poor boy, living his life with a demon.

Poor YOU, living YOUR life with fear of destroying your future.

Like I said, I can help you make things right for both of you. Yes, I'm saying there is a cure. However, I need a test subject. Since your powers are the highest and strongest in my scale, you have the choice to be part of its creation. If it works on you, it'll work on all the other experiments that have been successful.

Tempting, is it not?

I expect full co-operation from you, Kendall. After all, I'm sure you want James to be cured from his abnormality, don't you? All I need is you to be my little guinea pig and I'll leave James alone. Pledge your services to me or there will be so much to pay for.

James' death, for instance.

Alexander D.

My whole body turned to ice when it dawned on me what the content was going on about. A cure. A bloody solution to our problems, our powers. There has been a cure in the works all this while. Why does James have this letter, though?

"He was- uh, don't get mad- he was in your house; looking for you." The words rang in my head. Now that I thought of it, why was James snooping at my house as well? We were supposed to be avoiding one another, after my powers went haywire. Did he feel his twin's presence and decided to investigate? Was that how he got the letter?

If so, Shane was sent here to find me. He was here to inform me of his father's offer. Instead of finding me, he found James. Instead of me, on that operating table, being a lab rat, it's James.

It was supposed to be me, someone Shane had no relation to. Someone he barely knew. A mere person who had the bad luck of being his father's experiment.

Guilt crept into my skin, tears filling my eyes. Realisation.

Shane was mad at me because James was sacrificing himself for me. Those scars… They're from his 'visits' or 'walks' at night. My boyfriend's damaged skin came to mind and I shuddered. What did they do to him? Why did James do this?

"Say, Kendall. If you had the choice to help find the cure to our… Curse. Would you? Even if you had to sacrifice your life and time, even if you could die on the operating table, would you do it?"

I'm shaking, and I couldn't stop. Why hadn't I realised this sooner? The letter fell from my hands, fluttering to the ground. It was then I realised a small writing on the back of it.

p.s: That's right, I'm very much alive. You're not going to be safe for much longer, Electrike.

A/N : This is more or less a filler chapter to something I wanted to address but couldn't find the proper way to approach it. This 'something' will be in the next chapter. ALSO, YOU CAN EXPECT A LITTLE FLUFF IN THE NEXT CHAPTER. IT'LL BE SO SWEET, YOU'LL PUKE RAINBOWS.

... Taste the rainbows, bitches *insert angry face* HEHEHEHEHEHE

I'm now officially exhausted & my body clock is more or less fixed for school. Ugh. Goodbye.

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