Hey everyone, I decided to extend this story a little so I edited the first and fourth chapters... Only some little things but I'm building up to something pretty big...

Sorry for uploading the wrong thing!

Hope you like it~

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Arthur let go of the breath he had been holding as the noises of the hunting party faded. He was in some back alleyway, he had been on his way home from school when he was attacked by some burly blonde in black leather. God could they get any tackier? He didn't even wear it well- Feliks would have a fit if he saw them...

Right, back to his life threatening injury.

"Bastards" he hissed in pain, collapsing against the brick wall, slowly extracting the arrow that had been lodged in his side. He had to think fast and keep pressure on the wound to stop himself from bleeding out. Why did this always happen to him? If only he had a Familiar this sort of thing wouldn't happen...

"Dylan was right, I do need a Familiar, at least then those bastards wouldn't bother me ever again..." he sighed dramatically and sent a text to Alana's emergency number, waiting for back up to arrive. His sister had often told him stories about the Salem Witch trials, she was born in 1515 and lived through the worst of it. She even burnt at the stake once, if Brandon's stories were true... So many innocent lives lost. So many Witches killed.

Alana was right, the Hunters were the true evil- not the Witches.

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Matthew smirked at Arthurs words; that was practically a plea for help.

Ah~ His Master finally accepted him, now to complete his first unofficial order~

"Come along Alfred, we have some Hunters to Kill~" he giggled, dragging his brother towards the Hunting Party and changing into Labradors then into blonde wolves.

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Alana appeared with the usual dramatic green puff of smoke, immediately rushing to her brother's side.

"I'm going to rip their hearts from their chests and send them to hell" snarled Alana as she stripped Arthur's shirt and laid her hands on the wound.

"Alana, calm yourself," warned Arthur.

"Fine.. Fine. Let's just go." she huffed, snapping her fingers and they were suddenly in their living room.

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Bored.

God Dylan was bored.

Only five more minutes, five more minutes until this stupid test was over and he could finally move back in with his family. He was sick of Alistair and sick of the vindictive bastards who had the nerve to call themselves witches when they couldn't even summon a Familiar. He glared at the clock, then at the teacher who cowered before him.

Heh, Emerald eyes of the Kirkland's got a bad rep after Alana lost her temper during her Competition... Ah, he wouldn't have to enter it- thanks to Arthur being so strong but maybe he would be able to protect his precious Arthur, all he had to do was pass this fucking test...

If only his side wasn't throbbing... He wondered if he'd accidently walked into the table again...

Wait... Arthur.

God these five minutes were dragging on, how could time move so slowly when he needed to reach Arthur?

He really hated the Academy.

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Arthur awoke in his living room, a nasty scar the only reminder of his first Hunter encounter.

"Alana?" he called weakly.

"I'm here" she called, walking into the room with a glass of water and some pain killers.

"You...You went to kill the Hunters didn't you?" he mumbled, taking the glass and pills from her hands.

"How did you know?" she replied sheepishly.

"You smell like a Familiar... I know that smell..." he whispered, his eyes drooping and Alana took the glass from his hand as he fell asleep.

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SLAP.

Leon recoiled from the blow, stumbling away from his Step-Mother. Kiku and Yao flinched at the sound. Even though Yao was five hundred years old, he still couldn't defy her. Kiku would never dare to try.

"How dare you talk to me you little brat!" she hissed as he glared at her challengingly.

"Talk to you how, you old hag? I don't want to be here and you don't want me here so why shouldn't I voice my opinion?" he replied bitterly.

"Don't use that tone with me boy! I will never let you leave"

"Yeah? Just watch me. I'll be joining the Kirkland Clan; at least then I'll be guaranteed to win when my turn to compete comes. All your training does is make me tired, weak and obedient. A Kirkland witch would have already Killed their first demon by my age, not stuck in the house learning social etiquette and tai-chi! I'm not a freaking Doll!" he snarled.

"Oh? And how would you know what a Kirkland Whore is like?" sneered Lady Wang cockily.

"Since I decided to bond with one" he replied bravely, causing his two brother's to gasp.

She slapped him again and again and again until he had backed as far as he could get from her. A nasty bruise forming upon the side of his face, just like many others hidden beneath his clothing from years of beatings and an incredibly skinny figure from the lack of food. He wouldn't have lived this long if it hadn't been for Arthur and Alana. He couldn't stay here any longer.

"As if you would be worthy of bonding with a Kirkland. Those whore's only spread their legs to the rich and powerful. You are neither rich nor powerful." she laughed mockingly.

"Aren't I?" he challenged, causing the Lady in the kimono to narrow her cold, dead eyes. They always reminded him of a dead fish.

"I'm leaving! Just try and stop me!" he stormed out of the house and Lady Wang turned her wrath to her other sons.

"Useless selfish brat!" she shrieked, throwing her wine glass against the wall.

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Leon knocked on the window thrice, causing Arthur to grin and open the balcony windows.

"Hey, Leo what's up?" he chuckled, letting his friend inside before re-locking the window. "And why do you have a suitcase?"

"Arthur... I've abandoned my clan and I plan to join the Kirkland's. I've finally had enough of my mother treating like a porcelain doll! So, I'm joining you guys. It's just- just too much for me to bear Arthur. Please, Arthur... Please!" sobbed Leon.

Arthur blinked in shock before hurriedly throwing his arms around the boy he had always seen as his younger brother.

I...See. It's okay Leon, you don't have to worry about them any more. You're more than welcome here, you already know that" replied Arthur, gently leading Leon to the bed.

"Everything's going to be fine." Said Arthur quietly, reassuringly rubbing his back.

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That was how Alana found them in the morning. Curled up together on the bed, arms wrapped around each other and legs intertwined.

"A-Alana!" said Arthur rubbing his eyes sleepily.

"I saw this happening sooner or later, the Kirkland Clan would be more than happy to welcome a bright young mind such as Leon into the fold. You are now Leon Wang-Kirkland, be prepared for the Kirkland way of life" she said with a wicked grin and the Chineeseboy smiled back.

"I cant wait."

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"He...He slept with Master." said Alfred horrified.

"Don't Alfred, their relationship is brotherly- nothing more and nothing less. He is ours, weather he knows it or not."

"What about the bond?" asked Alfred with a frown.

"The Bond isn't what you think, Alfred. It's like parabatai from City of Bones. A bond of mutual trust and respect, they will hunt together and yes, sometimes sleep together but there's no romantic feelings involved; only brotherly love. Or the Oath shall be broken." explained Matthew.

"Wow Mattie you're so smart!" beamed Alfred.

"I just hope Master will see thing's our way... We need to speed things u a little."

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