[B's POV, it should be A's turn, but this chapter needs to be told in B's POV]

I had been up most of the night. I did fall asleep eventually, but that all ended when I heard a knock at the door and froze. We wouldn't be having visitors, at least ones we would want. I thought for a moment, there was a chance that someone was meaning to go to a different hotel room, maybe visiting friends, but it was horribly late, and this was a very shady part of town, so I'd say that was a 3%. There was another chance that Watari or one of L's agents were looking for us, but it was unlikely that they would trace us to this hotel room; hell, it was unlikely that they would even come for us. I'd give it a 10%. The most likely option was that it was Jessie. I stood up, grabbed my knife, and shook A awake. I needed him to be functional in case we needed to fight.

"A," I whispered, "Wake up. We have a company. Stay here, but be ready to fight just in case; I'm going to go investigate." A may have been half awake, but he understood.

I didn't like this, not at all. Every other time we interacted with a sketchy person, it was out of our own choice. But this time, we were forced into a corner where we had to act. I crawled across the floor, knife in hand. I was exceptionally quiet, had practice after all. I peeked out the window and, to my surprise, saw Jessie AND Jack standing outside. Jessie was in front of our door, and Jack was leaning on the railing. This was the worst scenario. Jessie knew our room number and had seen me fight. He knew my skills, and Jack knew A was with me and knew how strong he was. This gave me more questions too. Apparently, Jack and Jessie knew each other, first off, which made me question how an experienced, potentially professional killer would be acquainted with a high schooler to the point in which they would show up at your doorstep together in the middle of the night. It made no sense. The only logical explanation was that Jack really was the LA Ripper and Jessie was a serial killer or assassin, and the two were partners in crime or at least close enough that they'd try to help each other. As to why they were here, my first theory depended on Jack. If he was up to something illegal, then met me and A, it would make sense that he would want to get rid of us, leave no witnesses. He reacted oddly after hearing A call me Rue, so there was a 96% chance that he had heard Jessie describe me previously and, upon hearing aliases, realized I was the same person Jessie had met. Then he decided that it would be an excellent opportunity to get rid of us with Jessie's help, presumably to get rid of A.

I crept up to the door before opening it. Jessie stood looking down on me. Unlike Jack, Jessie stood straight up and was definitely around 6', so he was way bigger than me. I didn't let his height intimidate me; however, size doesn't matter after all.

"Nice to see you again, Rue," Jessie said, staring down at me.

"You too, Jessie. I didn't think we'd meet again."

"Well, it looks like fate led us to meet again." Jessie said slyly, "Can we come in?"

I narrowed my eyes at him, "How about I step out."

"Hm, I suppose that works. Is your friend with you? I was wondering if I could speak with him as well."

"What, friend?" I decided to play dumb; I didn't want to endanger A.

"Your friend you had with you when you met Jack," He pointed his thumb at Ryan, "The one who saved him."

"Oh, Allan. He doesn't live here with me. Why do you want to see him?" Now I was suspicious.

"To thank him, of course." That sounded like a lie, "He saved my dearest Jack from being killed." Ryan rolled his eyes. I was starting to think this was Jessie's idea. That perhaps Jack told him that he'd met us and Jessie decided to come to silence us. Which could potentially be used to understand their relationship. Jessie had referred to Jack as 'his dearest' and dragged him out to ensure his safety, at least in theory. So potentially, he was a mentor or father figure of sorts to Jack. It was highly unlikely that they were related, however. I could see that just looking at them.

"I'll tell him you said thanks when I see him again."

"Oh, I was really hoping to tell him in person. It's proper manners, here in LA." Ok, I see, he's trying to guilt-trip me. Jack must have told him we're new in town, so he's making up traditions to try and get to A. Well, even if that was a tradition, I don't give a fuck. I don't feel guilt, especially for breaking a tradition. Back at Wammys, we had no tradition; we just did shit.

"Well, back in my home country, it was considered rude to come knocking on people's door in the middle of the night asking to see their friends. Usually, it was a sign that someone was up to something illegal." Oh, it looks like I'm about to start speaking my mind, "In fact, I'm 87% sure you're both up to something highly illegal. If you're trying to silence Allan or me, then you don't have to. We can't exactly go to any authority figures, and we wouldn't do so if we could. It's none of our business what someone else is doing."

Jessie glared at me. Ryan was suddenly paying attention and now had his hand in his coat pocket. I caught a faint smell of something, too; it smelled like alcohol. Not on their breaths, neither of them had been drinking, but on their clothes. Like it was spilled on them. Aside from pausing to acknowledge the scent, I kept my composure. I wouldn't let them intimidate me.

"Alright, kid, I don't work like that. I don't care about what you say about me; I'm not a suspect in any major cases right now. Jack's a different story, and you're too smart for my liking. I want to know what exactly makes you suspect him of anything illegal?"

Oh wow, time to explain my deductive process, "I'll be short; he gave Allan and me an alias when we first met; his real name is Ryan Taylors, and I'm fully aware he's the primary suspect in a case, the LA Ripper one to be specific. I can understand not wanting to give out your name to random street kids, but we didn't prompt for his last name, and Ryan's a common name. Unless the name Ryan would specifically get you in trouble, there would be no reason to give a false one. To second that, he gave out his alias with no sign of hesitation, implying he often gives out false names. And now, here he is, with you who I know is up to illegal activities, on my door at 3 am."

"And here you are, sayin' your friend don't live with you when I'm damn sure those are his pants layin' on the floor behind you," Ryan interjected.

I looked behind me, cure A's messy behavior, the bastard left his shit just laying around, "He's a friend, he leaves clothes over sometimes."

"Y'all said you were new in town, and Jessie mentioned you sayin' you didn't have parents, so I'm guessing you two do live together and are lyin'."

"Shut up. He just leaves his shit lying around. He's a slob."

"Who even leaves their pants at their friend's house?" Jessie chimed in, "I could understand a jacket, but what reason would you have to take your pants off and not leave with them?"

I looked away, acting time, "Well… sometimes… we uh… we're more than friends one could say…"

The two's eyes widened a bit. They looked at each other awkwardly before turning back to me.

"Well, call your damn boyfriend, or whatever he is over, we seriously need to speak with him." Jessie proclaimed.

"Hell no. I wouldn't trust either of you if my life depended on it; you think I'd trust you around my partner?"

Ryan stepped up to me and pressed a knife to my throat, "Your life, DOSE depend on you trusting us, call your damn boyfriend."

"Learn your damn English. I don't think you've said a single sentence where you didn't slaughter your grammar or pronunciations. Seriously, I speak it better than you, and it's not even my first language."

He did not like that. Ryan punched me in the face; I purposely bit my tongue to ensure I bled. After straightening myself out, I spat the blood out of my mouth and glared at him with my eyes, "Ok, that was rude." I struck him once in the arm hard and fast. Then his arm went limp.

"Oh, fuck this! The kids fuckin' possessed! Jessie just stab him already." Ryan yells.

Jessie was a little preoccupied, staring at my blood, which was an intense red color, black almost. Definitely not normal. He returned his gaze to see my eyes glowing red; he was spooked, to say the least, "Jack… we can't just… stab him… And keep your voice down. Now just listen, we want to talk with Allan, ok? Just a friendly conversation…"

I turned my eyes off, "About what?"

"Not turning us in, of course."

"I already said that he doesn't live here, and neither of us can go to the cops, ok?"

"Jessie, I can't feel my arm! And He's gonna kill us… Lettin', some randoms casually know we kill people. That's like, rule number one of what we do not do!" Ryan whined; damn, was he annoying.

"Who's 'he' in this situation?"

"Friend of ours, his name is 'He.' It's really weird." Jessie answered, "Surely, you have his number, just let me call him."

"We've been keeping radio silence. As I said, we're laying low."

Jessie looked at me, weird, "Why?"

"We know highly classified information. We're also what could be considered 'government experiments'; however, that's not precisely correct. That's all I can say without potentially endangering ourselves." Formal, but that's the truth, in away. I hadn't noticed, but A was standing close to me against the wall. I couldn't see him, but I could smell him. That sounded mean, I could smell him, but the average human could not. And A actually smells quite nice.

"I can believe that. And what the hell did you do to him?" Jessie asked. He seemed to have calmed down.

"I just hit the nerves in his arm weird. It numbed him; it wears off, don't worry."

"I see… listen. I'm not leaving until I'm sure Jack's safe. I'm sure you would understand, seeing as you're quite protective of Allan. So I have a proposition."

"For what?"

"You and Allan can come work with me. My father owns a bar specially meant for supplying protection and ensuring the financial stability of outcasts from society, mostly criminals, but I'm sure you and Allan would fit in."

"That would require me speaking with Allan first, along with checking if you're claim is legitimate. Either way, it'll have to wait until the morning." I said all this to protect A, which he clearly didn't vale as he started laughing.

A stepped out into their view and looked Jessie up and down, "You'll have to excuse my beloved. He always lies for my sake. Now, I'd love to take you up on this proposition. I'm sure Rue would as well. And until that occurs, you can trust I won't turn you in to the authorities. Unlike my colleague, I don't lie, so you can trust me, Jessie Carson."

"I take it you're Allan," Jessie said.

"Yes. Allan Philips Grant, lovely to meet your acquaintance."

"Jessie Carson… how did you know my name?"

"Rue has many abilities. He's so kind as to allow me to make use of the information he gathers."

Jessie was trying to avoid eye contact with A; he could be very intimidating and viscerally disturbing to look at at times, "I see… well, come by this address at midnight tomorrow, we'll be expecting you." Jessie handed A a card and grabbed Jack's non-limp arm, "We'll be off now." He said in a tone of urgency.

I shut the door after they'd left.

"I say I handled that well." A said.

I looked at him before grabbing him by the collar of his hoodie, "A what the hell! I didn't want them to know that we lived together! Now we're in danger, and I- we- we can't get out of this…"

"Beyond… listen… I know what I'm doing. Take your mind off it; it'll be ok." A placed a hand on my cheek and kissed me softly on the lips, "Leave everything to me."

"Ale…"

A put his forehead against mine, wrapped his hands around my waist, and kissed me again, "I can help calm you down if you'd like." He kissed me again.

"What does that mean?"

A bit my neck, just hard enough for his canines to pierce the skin, then licked up some of the blood, "I'm yours for the night, love."

OH.

Of course, I could swear he was a hybristophile or had some kink that involved him being turned on by danger. Either way, good news for me, I'm the definition of danger.

I combed my hands through his hair, "Just how I like it."

I won't share the details. This isn't some 50 Shades of Grey bullshit. All you have to know is that A and I had homosexual intercourse.

(I genuinely feel bad for not including sex scenes in this. Like, I might have to make this fic rated M already, so I may as well go full circle. Plus, this fic is supposed to contain the most filthy, criminal shit you could imagine. A and B have some weird fucking kinks, and I feel like those belong in this fic. I feel as if they would seem out of place. This isn't about porn. May include scenes later on when things get especially criminal and when A and B are adults. Who knows? This would also be my first time writing sex scenes, so don't expect them to be perfect.)