Chapter Two.

Never Do

It was wonderful. To see his eyes widen as I smashed the crystal vase into the wall, and see its' tiny, scattered pieces fly all over the room and spread themselves across the floor - Only for a barefoot girl to step on later. It felt lovely and good to see that I shocked him. He says "WHAT?" and I ask myself if I was acting strange that evening.

Truth to be hold, I don't think so, really.

I, Remus Lupin, was frustrated and lonely and cold and furious and I needed that blind bastard.

I spit on the floor and I glare daggers at him. He's confused, I can tell. Good. Let him suffer some for once, yeah. Serves him well, the idiot.

This is when James enters the room, blinks once or twice as he looks around and finds his dorm to be in disaster. He looks from Sirius to me with a questioning look. I keep on glaring, waiting, fold my arms across my chest and take a step closer to Sirius. His chest is bared; I want to lick it. But of course I won't. You don't do that, ever.

Touch Me

"Remus", he begins carefully and steps closer too. "What the fuck are you doing?" He says it with a soft hint of reproach, making me hate him for a fleeting moment. He peers curiously at me, wets his lips and glances at James with a slight frown. I don't like him right now, so I straighten out my arm and point my want to another pretty object in the room.

"Currumpere." It's a hiss and it's furious. My eyes lazily scrutinise the broken thing and there, I look up. Sirius seems angry.

"What's the matter with you?" he screams at me. "Honestly, man! Get a fucking hang of yourself!" Sirius bares his white teeth, snarls and comes closer. This scares me a great deal and with a wince from his words I back away.

See? He makes me feel pathetic and weak and see! See how he's dominating me. Why should I resist it? Why should I fight him? Him of all people. Why should I even consider doing that? WHY? Why do you expect me to be someone else than... Little Remus?

I'm a weak person. I'm a pathetic person. I've realised that, why do you push it?

From somewhere in the room I can hear how upset James is at Sirius. He's scolding him and he's ordering him to calm down. He's protecting me, James Potter, making me love him. But I'm not too aware of that right now because I've closed my eyes. This is the way to stay blind, my friends, in case you didn't know that.

You're welcome. This is the metal age.

The time has come. It must be done. That's what I always tell myself. Over and over I make myself angry and over and over I waste my time on useless things. Saw me beating up a wall the other day? No, not really. Flesh and blood appeared under my knuckles. I know it, beating up my obsession and his life. Chaining him to the wall, hurting him. If you ever had the chance to see his pale white skin you would know how beautiful it would shine next to pools of blood.

I want to kill him.

Oh. No, didn't I tell you that?

I don't want to cry but I can't stop it. The fighting has stopped, the dorm is silent and someone touches me. It's not Sirius that's for sure. I must stop crying.

It's James who whispers in my ear. "Remus... Come on." He grabs my arm and leads me out of there, protecting me, he is, my James. It's good when he holds me. He makes it good again.

No. Did I say that? Not everything, could he? Not Blackness too?

Goddess, the one I know about? Screw him, please, and bring the man down to earth. Give him the holy light and bring him down to me before I kill him. I want to see his blood.

If...

I got you crawling up a mountain, hanging round my neck. Got you twisted around my finger, crawling round my legs? The emptiness... the craziness. ...Satisfy my hunger.

Darling how would it feel?

A/N: Thanks BRC and thanks ScarletDeva. It's always nice when people review.

Disc: Now, I don't own MWPP - Rowling does. I own the way to write these words in this order so that it becomes this story - but that's all.

And I don't own the song "Sleep Together" by Garbage.