A/N: I have said I was sorry plenty of times, so I need not say it again. Fine, fine, fine I am sorry, but from now on YOU ALL have to wait until I feel like being nice and updating!!!!!! Well even though that's what you have to do now, still........ I like shoving that fact in your faces!! I'm kidding, sheesh don't take it so personally....! The rating has been changed to R for well....you'll see.

Just so y'all know my editoress and I are having trouble figuring out some stuff. So basically this story is under construction...... but anyways, yeah. Review Replies since chapter 18 below:

obiwanhaldir: Okay just so you know I am the author of this story, not you. I can choose what's in it and you can't so stop complaining and tough it out if you don't like it. And another thing the rating is R now, so don't complain, I am serious, just don't. Anyhow I thank you for the compliments, and I will keep updating. It's just under major construction, that's all.

Yuki Asao: Oh, don't faint that means that you can't read it when you are lying on the ground in front of your computer. Thank you, thank you. Major ego boost for me!

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RL: Dieing is not good, instead of dieing why don't you read?!

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--On with ze story!

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Mmm...Kala thought so...warm. Kala allowed the warm breath tickling her check to rouse her from her sleep. Her eyes fluttered open, and her mind finally registered something. Wait a minute? Warm breath? As her hazy vision cleared she noticed two things. One, Peter has somehow made his way to her side of the bed, and was now mere inches from her face. And two, he had one arm cushioning her head, and the other, lazily slung over her waist. So taking that into account, she did the natural thing...

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

...She screamed...

Peter's eyes automatically opened at her close proximity scream, as she struggled from his grasp rolling away from him....

Straight off the bed.........

She landed in a heap on the floor, pulling the blankets with her in a tangled mess of fur, and pale flesh. Her face was firmly planted in the fur rug, arms spread before her.

Peter popped his head over the side of the bed, smiling cheekily at her.

"Mornin'!" he chirped.

"mffmmp!!" was the only thing he got in return.

Laughing heartily, Peter rocked from side to side, inevitably falling off the side of the bed as well...He landed next to Kala who had turned on her side, and was now facing him. Peter was still laughing, clutching his stomach in mirth. Crossing her arms over her chest defensively she pouted. Peter tweaked her nose, and Kala pushed his hand away.

"You know it wasn't that funny." She commented sternly, but the smirk that tugged at the corners of her lips took all the brashness from her voice. Laughter dying down to a soft chuckle, he shoved her shoulders gently, almost playfully. Kala quirked an eyebrow, shoving him back. He in turn shoved her, who shoved him, who shoved her, before they tumbled about, each one trying to remain dominant.

Eventually Peter was victor. He held Kala trapped beneath him, his hands occupied with holding her hands above her head. The rest of their bodies were flush against one another. Peter was breathing heavily, while the girl underneath him laughed. Peter gazed at her through half-lidded eyes, and as her giggling subsided, he lowered his head to brush his lips against hers, in a chaste kiss. He instantly pulled his head back a bit to see her reaction, and was surprised when she reached up, as much as their position would allow, and kissed him full on the lips. He didn't need her to tell him twice. Dragging his hand from her wrists to rest on the side of her cheek, he leaned down and kissed her with an intense passion, their mouths moving sensually against each other's. With her hands now free Kala moved them up to grasp Peter's neck, as his hand slipped behind her to cradle her head, and bring her closer. They were about to deepen it, when...

"KALA!!!!!! KALA IT'S ALIKA!!!!" Michael flew in obviously in a rush to get Kala.

"Damn it." Peter swore under his breath.

Kala's eyes widened hoping it was not what she thought it was, "Michael, what's wrong with Alika?!"

"Tha's jus' et, I dunno!! Come on, we 'ave to go help 'er, NOW!" Michael shouted in a worried voice. He had sweat dripping from his forehead. Michael grabbed Kala's hand and flew off in a mad dash to help Alika in her current state.

"Kala! KALA, where are ye goin'?! KALA!!!" Peter shouted at Kala from following behind. He had never seen Michael fly as fast as he was now.

"To help!" Was all that Kala answered. With in a matter of minutes they had arrived at the cave. Michael's eyes took on another, stronger, look of pain, as he saw Alika still rocking back and forth in the corner, just as he had left her. He began to rush forward, but Kala's arm shot out, stopping him in his tracks.

"Step back, Michael." Kala's eyes were glassy, and her voice was hinted with a miserable undertone. Her head bent forward slightly, her bangs covering her eyes. "She just needs a cloth with cold water. we have to let her sit through it. No matter how long it takes, do not interrupt her. After a while she will come out of it, just leave her be after you put the cloth on her head, Michael. I'm sorry, but there's nothing else we can do..." With that Kala straightened herself and walked from the cave, her shoulders shaking ever so slightly, as a silent tear fell across her cheek. Michael looked back down at the half-ling, as another wave of guilt and helplessness washed over him.

"Oh Alika..." he mumbled.

(A/N: If you are squeamish take it like a man...or lady, or what ever you are...alien. Or don't read past here, until there is another a/n to inform you that it's alright to read!)

-Flashback-

It was dark out... the sun had sunken behind the horizon hours earlier, leaving the streetlamps as the only source of light. Glowing circles, that enhanced the shadows, making them dance across the alleys and walls. Only the footsteps of a teenage girl echoed down the lonely road. Hugging herself, more out of fright than for warmth. Her eyes darting swiftly from one spot to the next. She had been at an outrageous party that hadn't ended until the wee hours of the night. Every one else had left already, but her car was in the shop, so there were no other options but to walk. She would've been okay with that too, if it hadn't been for the occasional sound of footfalls following her on her attempt to get home. She bit her lip to stop a cry from escaping her mouth as a sharp 'ta-too' sound resounded in her head. It seemed as though it was everywhere now. She pulled her coat tighter around herself as she quickened her pace. The footsteps quickened as well, matching her strides, like her own shadow. Pure fear grasped an icy hand around her heart, squeezing until it washed through her entire body. She ran blindly, and grew deeply frustrated as all the street-signs blurred together, mocking her. And then suddenly, the footfalls faded away. She chanced a look behind her, but the darkness gave away nothing. It was as if there had never been anyone there, and she almost got herself to believe that, until she smacked into something...or more importantly, someone...

Two hands grabbed her forearms, and pushed her to the right sending her stumbling into an alley. Two gunmetal eyes stared at her, a smirk lifting his lips. Alika scooted back until she reached a wall. Trapped. She was trapped. The man's eyes raked over her body, taking in what was underneath the charcoal overcoat, her blue midriff baring halter-top, and short party skirt, with matching high-heeled shoes. The man's grin widened at her horror stricken face, the moon glinting off a solid gold tooth. He took measured steps forward, as she pushed herself closer to the wall, wishing with all her heart that it would suddenly open up as to let her escape. With a precision that can only come from practice, he pulled Alika from the ground by her right arm and twisted her around so her front was pressed up against the wall, her cheek scraping painfully against the hard bricks, his big body keeping her in place. His right hand had her arm trapped in a agonizing grip, so using his free hand, he pulled a knife from his jean pocket, placing the tip on the wall, directly in front of her eyes. He leaned down next to her ear.

"Hello there, pretty." His voice was deep and rugged, and his breath reeked of alcohol. If Alika could've moved she would have been shaking. "Do you know why I'm here?" he asked.

Alika could barely make her throat work. She didn't know if she should answer, or if she'd want to, for fear of hearing his reason.

He moved his mouth closer to her ear, and nuzzled the shell, "I'm here," he whispered, "to rape you."

Her audible gasp was enough to draw a chuckle from him. Backing up a little he spun her around, than pushed her back and kissed her hard on the lips. His tongue delving into the recesses of her mouth, making her taste the bitter beer, and smoke on his breath. He dragged his hand down her side, till it reached her thigh. He ground his hips into hers, and when she tried to push him away, he sliced through the top layer of skin on her cheek with the tip of his knife. She cried out into his mouth, but he only pushed his tongue in deeper. He began pawing at her shirt clad chest, before finally ripping the material. He dragged her bra to her hips, leaving her cold and naked on top. She began to claw at him, tears leaking from her eyes. She effectively cuffed him on the cheek, drawing blood with her sharp nails. He pulled back cursing, she was about to scream bloody murder, but his hand came crashing across her face, silencing her, and pushing her to the ground.

"You scream you die." He ground out. Pinning her hands above her head with one hand, he splayed his other across her chest and stomach. Then he slowly slid it lower, into the waistline of her skirt and panties, pushing them down to around her knees. She was sobbing now. Hot tears streamed from the corner of her eyes, trailing down into her hair. He undid his belt and pants, and after one last punch to her stomach, and another slap across the face for crying, he took her virginity. Slow and painfully, muffling her screams with a handkerchief from his pocket. Then he left her, bloody, bruised, and feeling the most dirty she'd ever felt in her life. On his way out of the alley, he said, "Thanks for the fuck doll, and if you ever tell anyone, I will find you and kill you. Remember that." He smirked at her huddled, weeping form. His unshaven face stretching into a grin, the gold hoop on his right ear jangling. "Remember that..."

End Flashback

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A/N: Yes, yes you can read now you squeamish people! Although it's too bad there's nothing for you to read... :ha ha ha ha ha:: It really is a shame! Oh and yes, I changed my username if you were wondering, it was marine-girl, but now is scizzor-girl! Yup sharp objects are my friends!