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Warning: Use of bad language and sexual themes.

The headache that was niggling away at my brain wasn't subsiding, it stayed regardless of any attempts I made to get rid of it. Frankly, I don't think being in a busy bar helped it either. I was really surprised at the security in this particular bar, I hadn't been questioned or ushered outside as usual. It was Dean's idea to come here, though in my opinion it seemed pretty stupid as it would be another seven years before I was legal to drink booze.

I wanted to stay behind but neither of my brothers agreed with my suggestion. Sam wanted to ease his heartache in alcohol due to leaving behind a girl called Sarah. Put it this way, I'll never look at a painting again without thinking that something it gonna step out of it and try and slash my throat wide open. As for my beloved eldest brother, he just wanted alcohol for the sake of it and the chance to flirt with the local women. At this present time, my mood had turned bleak and it was clear that my darker side had taken over.

I'm good at hiding behind a mask, yet it was getting harder to keep the mask on. Wearing this mask means I can fool the world, nevertheless I can't fool myself.

We ventured over to the bar, with me lurking behind in the shadows of my two giant guard dogs. A voice caused me to look up as I sat perched on a high bar stool. It was a young guy with dark blue eyes and shiny black hair, his pale skin complimented his black shirt.

"Well, what'll it be sweet cakes?" he asked me with a grin, completely ignoring my brothers.

Okay, forget that scumbag demonic bastard Jared, this guy was drop-dead gorgeous. Still, after what happened with Jared, I outta be careful this time. Don't get sucked into lust again. The guy eyed me up and down, taking in my appearance. I looked my usual basic self. A pair of aging denim shorts, a plaid shirt with a blue t-shirt underneath and old combat boots. Oh yeah, very attractive. I don't get why guys cream their boxers over me, I really don't.

"Hey pal," barked Dean, clearly annoyed by this guy's attitude towards me. "Just make with the drinks and beat it."

The raven haired boy raised his hands in defense, before flashing a mega watt smile as he gazed at me.

"He always this crabby?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, indicating my irritated big brother with a jerk of his head.

I could only smirk back in reply. Our drinks were then presented before us, then around a minute or two later the Goose decided to challenge a couple of heavy built dudes to a game of pool in order to scrape some dollars together. Sam followed behind after ten minutes, leaving me alone on the bar stool yet still within their watchful sight.

Nursing my Coca-Cola, feeling like an underage moron, I felt the presence of the raven haired guy again. I glanced up to find him polishing a glass, to which he grinned at me.

"Hey" he said casually, buffering the unused glass with a small striped dish towel.

His eyes inspected me closely, taking in every single detail on my face and body.

"Hi" I replied, giving him a smile.

Playing with fire isn't safe but something is drawing me to the bright orange flames. It was the way he was looking at me, it made me feel good. Yeah, stupid I know. He stored the clean glass away and slung the dish towel across his left shoulder, before leaning forward on the bar counter.

"My name's Leo," he said. "What's yours?"

Better think of a false alias, better safe than sorry. I twirled a strand of my hair around my index finger whilst taking a small sip of my drink.

"Sydney" I replied.

Where did that name come from? Leo smiled in return, exposing his perfect teeth. Seriously, I should back off and tell him to piss off, but I'm hungry for something deep down inside and it's pretty damn obvious he is starving for that kind of attention too. My dark side is the one behind these emotions, it has to be.

"So, you live around here?" asked Leo curiously. "Don't think I've seen your pretty face before?"

I shrugged, still grinning at the blue eyed hunk in front of me.

"I never hang around for long," I returned, taking a large gulp and draining my glass. "My family moves around. It's a very long and complex story. Wouldn't wanna bore you with it."

Leo nodded, acting like Mr. Cool. Oh God, he was so handsome. His skin looked soft and free of acne and impurities.

"Figures," he remarked, eyeing me up and down again. "So, another drink?"

If he meant by another soda, then why the hell not, it's a free country for a reason. I beamed a million dollar smile at him in response to his question. Another full glass was placed in front of me and I gave him a flirtatious smile in return before he quickly went to serve another customer.

"So, how long you been workin' here?" I questioned him, taking a small sip of my drink. "I have to say, black suits you."

Leo smiled and began wiping down the countertop. A message from my evil doppelganger had been delivered to my brain. Basically in simple terms, she wanted sex.

"Not long actually, just started last week," smirked Leo, gazing up at me for a short second. "My Uncle Billy owns this place, managed to sneak me a job. I'm not even twenty one, but he asked for my help and I couldn't say no. He even provided me with a fake I.D."

A smirk tugged at the corners of my mouth as I took another sip of my drink.

"How old are you?" I asked, the fingers on my right hand fiddling with the silver amulet around my neck.

I crossed my legs, in order to adjust my current posture. Better show off my assets if I wanna get laid, that's what my doppelganger is demanding me to do. Not that I have much at the moment because currently my bust is between small and medium, but I'm still developing.

"I just turned seventeen a few days ago" replied Leo, his full attention on me instead of the countertop "Yourself?"

Once again, the best thing to do is lie through my teeth. It had always been said that I express knowledge beyond my years, and also people assume I'm older when they look at my face but if they judge me by height then they think I'm younger.

"I'm sixteen" I answered.

Yeah, in two years time. My dark side was relishing in my disobedience. I glanced over at the pool table and thankfully my brothers were busy with what they were doing, therefore were unaware of my flirting. I continued to play with my amulet, this action had clearly caught Leo's attention.

"Nice necklace," he commented, his eyes fixed on the amulet yet they gradually moved onto my growing bust. "Very nice."

Doppelganger loved this attention, craving sexual contact more and more. I smirked saucily as I stopped playing with my silver amulet, my eyes staring into Leo's.

"Y'know, I finish my shift in five minutes," he said, with a slight waggle of his eyebrows. "It's been a long day for me."

Smoothing down my hair with my left hand, I pushed away my glass with my right. Leo slowly licked his lips in a thoughtful and hungry manner, making them very moist. The headache still tingled in my head but I was ignoring the pain as another sensation was taking over. Lust was returning. What is happening to me? What have I become theses days? Oh no! I'm turning into a younger female version of Goose. Aw Shit! Doppelganger didn't care.

"Oh yeah," I remarked in reply, my tone alluring. "Well, maybe we could go have a little fun of our own."

Leo's eyebrows waggled suggestively once again. I scanned for my brothers again, seemed safe enough, yet my gaze must have been on them for several minutes as Leo was soon at my side. Hopping off the bar stool, I gazed up at him. He inspected me up and down and grinned, and I did the same. I bit my bottom lip in anticipation.

"I stay with my Uncle since he is my legal guardian, he owns a small apartment upstairs," added Leo, whispering into my ear. His warm breath tickled my neck. "We can head on up later if you want?"

Desire was evident in his eyes and his breathing was increasing due to the pace his chest was rising and falling.

"What's wrong with right now?" I enquired with a raised eyebrow, a tiny smile pulling at the corners of my mouth. "Let's have some fun right now, it is a Friday night after all."

Leo grinned broadly. He looked overjoyed that I was handing my body over to him on a platter. Well, doppelganger was the one controlling my actions.

"Wow, you really do move fast," he remarked, before leaning down it whisper in my ear again. "Still it would be wrong to reject a feisty little rabbit like you."

His thumb caressed my left cheek, sending a tingling feeling down my spine. With another cautious glance towards my brothers, the coast was clear. Then my doppelganger vanished upstairs with Leo, throwing all rational thoughts into the wind.

Leo was just as eager as I was, stopping half way up the stairwell that led to his Uncle's apartment in order to kiss me. Our lips connected in a frenzied passion as we continued up the stairs in a careless manner. I grinned into the kiss as the apartment door opened, causing Leo to stumble backwards slightly yet our lips never parted.

My spine juddered as I was pushed roughly against a wall, my arms pinned above my head. Whilst one hand keep hold of my arms, Leo's other hand cupped the side of my face as our lustful kiss continued. He then freed my arms which then allowed me to unbutton his smart black shirt, exposing his bare chest underneath. In the heat of the moment, Leo ripped open my plaid shirt.

"Oooh Sydney," he mumbled as he kissed my neck and collar. "I want you so bad."

The passion increased as I threw my arms around his neck and coiled my legs around his narrow waist, allowing him to hoist me up. With his hands gripping onto my thighs, Leo carried me into his bedroom.

"Time to get busy, gorgeous," uttered Leo between kisses.

The bedroom was very small and dark, covered with posters of bikini clad models and heavy metal bands. I landed on a bed of navy blue bed sheets, which reeked of socks. This was horrible. Why was I submitting myself to this?

Gazing up I noticed Leo shrugging off his unbuttoned shirt, only to see his face close up as he climbed on top of me. Afterwards he helped me remove my over-shirt and boots. My sensible mind cringed at the sound of his fly unzipping and the sensation of his tongue invading my mouth and his hands wandering all over my body. My t-shirt was then slowly peeled from my skin.

He slowly wriggled out of his jeans and in several yanks and tugs he also removed my shorts, throwing them to the side hastily. I was glad that Leo was prepared with protection at least. More kisses followed afterwards whilst our underwear was being disposed onto the floor. His hands groped the curves of my hips, sliding down my smooth legs as he spread them apart.

The only sounds to come out of my mouth within the next ten minutes was cries of pleasure as Leo established a fast rythmn. To be honest, I was glad when it was over, as it was both uncomfortable and painful.

I returned to my normal senses afterwards as I pulled my underwear back on whilst Leo was still laying in his bed. Why did I go through with it?

"Oh c'mon babe, don't tell me you're through," commented Leo as he leaned up. "I know you want more. It's way too soon to quit now."

No, it was the right time to quit. I had to swallow back the feeling of intense nausea as Leo's hands rested on my bare shoulders, his lips kissing and nibbling the soft skin on the nape of my neck.

"Stop," I ordered him but he continued regardless. "Stop. It's getting late and my brothers will worry if I'm not downstairs somewhere."

I wriggled away from him and proceeded to get dressed again. I gave him an awkward smile as I craned my head over my shoulder, my fingers busy lacing my boots.

"Look, I'm sorry," I said. "It's been fun but I gotta go."

Looking up again I discovered that Leo was missing from his bed only to find him blocking the door.

"No, you're not going anywhere," Leo said with an expression that conveyed both anger and lust. "You'll leave when I say you can."

I glowered at him and shoved him away from the door, making my escape. Or so I thought. Leo grabbed my arm before I left the room, a leer on his lips.

"Just to let you know, I placed a bet with my co-worker Charlie that I would fuck you," he said. "Which means I win twenty dollars. Though I would say a cheap piece of ass like you would only be worth around fifty cent anyway. If I had the opinion, I would keep fucking you until you couldn't walk upright."

My stomach dropped and my breath caught in my throat. Tears stung at the back of my eyes. Yanking my arm free I fled the room, only to have a barrage of laughter and name calling follow behind me. Chris, you stupid bitch! What have to you done now! I was a sleazy bet, like some race horse. Oh God! I want my brothers.

I stumbled into the bar again, scanning around for my big brothers. Where were they? Then I found the familiar giant that was Sam, my pace quickened as I traveled towards him. I accidentally knocked into a drunk biker, causing him to spill his beer. The biker glanced down at me as he stopped me from falling over.

"Hey little lady," slurred the biker, wearing shades and a red bandana. "Where you going so fast?"

My head was aching and the tears continued to smart at the back of my eyes. Every part of my body was riddled with a numb pain, and it was clear that the biker sensed my distress.

"Please, lemme go" I begged, my watering eyes pleading with him in earnest.

I tried to move away but the biker clumsily took hold of my face, stroking my hair back.

"Awwww, c'mon little lady," assured the drunk biker. "I won't hurt you."

Suddenly a giant hand planted itself on the drunk's shoulder. It was Sam. The drunk was confronted by the hostile expression on my big brother's face. Not wanting trouble, the drunk let me go.

I blundered into Sam's arms. He gazed down at me with a concerned and puzzled look on his face. Next thing I knew, Goose appeared in front of me, stuffing his latest winnings into his wallet. He then noticed the expression on my face, making him equally as worried.

"Chrissie?" inquired Dean. "What's wrong? What's happened?"

Hell, you don't wanna know. My watering eyes wandered around the bustling bar.

"I gotta get outta here" I croaked.

My doppelganger was cackling at me again, mocking my misery and anguish. I really wanna kill her, but that would count as suicide. There was gonna be a family intervention as soon as we returned to the motel, I could tell. This was gonna be fun. I had a message for my bitch of a doppelganger, in the words of legendary and immortal Oliver Hardy, "Well, here's another nice mess you got me into."

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