I couldn't stop staring at him. I could not stop looking into his pretty hazel eyes every time he would look at me. I was terrified, that was for sure, but I was more interested in the man sitting across from me. Actually all four of them, but the one who told me not an hour ago was my brother, had my focus. "Here sweetheart." I looked up and breathed out shakily seeing a cup of hot coffee in front of me on the dining room table. I was in a brand new town, sitting in a huge house up in a mountain, with four guys I literally just met because they saved my life. Do I trust the coffee? DO I let my thirst, and tiredness speak for me? I knew the answer as I reached forward for the coffee and felt shame because of it. I lowered my legs from my seat and took a quick sip, setting it back down on the table. As I did I watched Logan push James back and sit on his lap blocking me from him. "So…" I sat back a little and Logan glanced at the head of the table of the tall blonde drink of water and then to the man sitting on the other side of James. "I know a lot has happened, and a lot has been thrown at you, but I have some things we need to talk about." I heard James sigh behind Logan and without using a lot of effort he shifted Logan to the side of his lap so we could look at each other. He took in a deep breath before looking down at the picture of the man I was told was James's dad.

"How…when…" I frowned looking down at my shaking hands and suddenly wished I had never left my mom. "What's your mom's name?"

"Why is that relevant?"

"Just wondering if I knew her is all." I glanced up and James was looking at me.

"Her name is Marie. Marie Smith."

"It was never Diamond?" I frowned but James was elbowed, hard, by Logan who turned to look at Kendall who was only looking at me. I blushed and looked back down at my hands. "How old are you?"

"22."

"Oh fucking great!" James voice boomed inside the huge house and I looked up to see him push Logan off and stand up. "First I have to be reminded that my dad was a fucking dirt bag…then I have to find out I have a young sister who is 5 years younger than me, and to top it all off…I find out that my dad was fucking this lady, Marie Smith while he was still married to my mom, happily in love! What a great fucking night!" I jumped hearing him walk to a wall and punch it, hard. I swear I heard a couple bones break and it made me a little scared.

"James! Calm the hell down!" James turned and looked directly down at me.

"Why are you here?! What do you want? That man is a worthless scumbag who is probably drunk under a bridge somewhere! He's not worth your time, trust me!"

"My mom said he could help me!" I stood up fast in my yell and it made James raise an eyebrow. Everyone went quiet and I shook away my fears, feeling confidence run through me. I saw Logan come out from behind James and he gave me a confused look.

"Help with what?" I breathed out softly and glanced around seeing all four of them staring at me. Just as I opened my mouth to explain something I hated to talk about, let alone think about I felt something furry rub over my legs. I glanced down and smiled at a black and white kitten. He mewed up at me and I bent down scooping him up. "That's Sully. I just rescued him. He is very friendly." I looked up and swallowed hard.

"I'm going to show you guys something and you have to promise not to freak out. And trust me." I saw Kendall and Logan nod, while the other two remained unmoved. "Can you guys stand on the other side of the table?" Logan turned fast and shoved James hard making him go on the other side of the wooden table. I watched Kendall stand next to Carlos, and they all looked, rather nervous as I set Sully on the table. "Please…do not come near me. And do not yell. I promise I know what I'm doing." I again saw Logan nod and looked down at the cute little kitten, purring loudly, begging for attention. Slowly I moved forward and put one hand on the top of the cats head, while the other went to his back. I glanced up at the four in front of me, and then closed my eyes. Within a second I heard a soft little body hit the table and opened my eyes back up seeing the cat, lying on the table. Dead.

"What the…" I glanced up and saw Logan take a step forward, anger radiating from him. "Did you just kill my cat?!" Logan took another step forward, but as soon as he got to the table, to touch his cat, I put my hands back on him, and not a second later the cat was up, meowing. Everyone stopped moving and I took a few steps back feeling tears fall out of my eyes. The cat rushed to his dad and rubbed against him, again begging for attention. "What the fuck?" It was a soft whisper that made me cry out quietly. I quickly covered my mouth and wiped my face looking down. "That's…new." I turned my body away and wiped my face shaking my head, knowing, at any moment, they were going to kick me out, call me a freak and call the cops. Or arrest me, cause two of them were cops.

"Have you ever seen anything like that Loges?"

"Not here. But there has been talk of people like this. Healers are what their called. Or death dealers. Depending on how you look at it." I raised my head and looked into the new, fancy clean kitchen catching my breath. "From what I remember reading…this type of gift comes from two people. One is half vamp and half seerer, and the other is human. The pairing is so rare, no one has ever taken it seriously. I don't think anyone has ever heard of half seerer, half vamp, but alas here we are." I turned slowly and saw Logan smiling at me. "Do you always practice on small helpless kittens?" I shook my head fast and walked back to my seat.

"I don't practice it. For a long time, it just happened and…"

"Wait a minute." I looked up to James who gently pushed Logan to the side and shook his head down at me. "Your mom must be half vamp half freak cause my dad sure as hell isn't." I panicked instantly, because my mother was not…vamp. And just as I thought it, Carlos stepped forward and pushed James back.

"Hate to break it to you, but her mom is not vamp. Sorry bro." James pushed Carlos off fast and took a turn to go behind me, towards the kitchen. "You can go wait outside for all I care, but I have the fucking car keys so enjoy sitting in the cold asshole!" I jumped hearing a door slam shut. There were three collective sighs around me and I looked up to Carlos who took a sit across from me. Logan quickly sat down next to Carlos and I locked eyes with him.

"I don't hurt innocent beings, I swear." Logan chuckled and looked over at Carlos but I continued. "I never wanted…this. And since finding out I could do this, all I've wanted was for it to go away. My mom said my dad would be able to help. She said…she told me he also had a gift. She never went into details, and every time I went to see her at the hospital, I was never really allowed to talk to her about it."

"Hospital?" I turned slowly to Kendall who was giving me an odd look. Before I answered him, I took him in. He looked a lot more relaxed than he has been, but I was still drawn to his gorgeous green eyes. I got lost for a second before I realized where I was, and what I was talking about.

"Uhm, yeah…my mom was put in a mental institute when I was 15 because I was given the nickname Miss Murder. There were a lot of unexplained things that happened around me…people dying, and some being brought back to life, and my mom took the brute end of the stick for it." I took a quick sip of my coffee, feeling a little more at ease and crossed one leg over the other. "When I was 9 years old, I killed a boy at my school." I heard Logan gasp quietly and I turned to him smiling small. "I was always the loner. The outcast with long black hair, and a single mother, who unbeknownst to me, was a town whore. Parents would tell their kids to not be my friend because they were afraid they would see my mom being an escort or something. So my early school days were spent by myself. I dint have any friends and for a while there, my teachers didn't even talk to me. Well one particular day my mom encouraged me to sit with some kids and just be friendly. So I tried. I sat down at a table at school at lunch and these kids started talking to me. One boy however, said my mom was a witch, and a slut, and he threw my sandwich on the ground and knocked over my milk." I cringed at the memory wishing my childhood was anyone else's. "I got up, to go cry in the bathroom, and as I did, he shoved me, and I fell on my face. I chipped a tooth and bit my cheek, so there was a lot of blood." I saw in the corner of my Kendall shake his head, and look down holding his coffee cup. "When I got up…all I could think about was hurting this boy like he hurt me. So he came to face me, he walked right up to me, to shove me again and I grabbed him. After a few seconds of touching him, he fell to the floor, dead."

"How?" I looked over to Carlos confused and he shook his head. "I mean…what happens when you kill someone? Is it heart attack, or suffocation or…?"

"With this boy, I closed off his airways and suffocated him." I frowned and Carlos nodded looking at me still. "Have you heard of this before?"

"I have. My grandpa use to warn em about people like you. He called you witches." I chuckled and nodded grabbing my coffee cup again seeing Kendall and Logan give him dirty looks. "I never believed him. Besides, if you ask me, the kid deserved it." I laughed but covered it with my coffee fast. "So I take it you didn't bring him back?"

"No. I didn't know I could at that point. He fell to the floor, his face was blue and it looked like there was something lodged in his throat. I screamed and ran away along with every other kid in there. But I was questioned. The cops came…the paramedics checked out my mouth and even though they couldn't prove I killed him, they said this kid was the one in the wrong. I was bleeding all over the place." Carlos sat back putting his hands behind his head and I glanced around all three of them. "By my freshman year of high school I had killed almost 20 people on accident. Some of them…it was in self-defense. Some I just couldn't control it. But it my freshman year…that was when I found out I could bring people back. I was hanging out with these girls, and they had these boyfriends. One of the guys started acting stupid. He asked me to help him with some homework and we went in a separate room. He put his hand son me, and started kissing my neck. I told him to leave me alone and tried to get up. He grabbed me hard and threw me back down on this couch. As soon as he got over top of me, I grabbed him and killed him. He fell over top of me, dead and I cried. Hard. I had never killed someone with a lot of people around, like all our friends out in the other room. I closed my eyes, and grabbed his arms to get off me, and just like that, he sprung up and was back to life. I think it scared em more than him." I saw Logan chuckle as he leaned forward, putting his elbows on the table, keeping his eyes locked on me. "Well as you can imagine, being dead for about a minute and then being brought back to life can scare anyone. He went around telling everyone, I was a witch. I was possessed and I was dangerous. People started questioning my past and all the deaths that happened around me, suddenly needed more investigations. That's when my mom popped up. She told people, the cops, my dad gave em a gift that enables me to kill people, and then bring them back to life. She said I wasn't dangerous. She said I was special. She then went into talk about how there were hundreds, if not thousands of people like me with special…gifts. They threw her in the looney bin, put me in my aunt's house and told me to keep my nose clean. My aunt decided it was best if I was home schooled, 7 years later here I am." Kendall and Logan sat back, both letting out a hard breath and I smiled small. "I've never had friends. I don't consider myself a good person. If you want me to leave, I can. But I know my dad can help me be normal. I just need to find him." I paused and chuckled quietly looking to Carlos. "People like to sling the word witch at me, to hurt me, but Miss Murder is the worst."

"Or we can go on the first name basis type of deal. Do you prefer Becca?" I smiled small and blushed, but looked down. "We'll help you find your dad. With or without James. And as far as you thinking you're a bad person…"

"You're not." I looked up at Logan and he gave me a friendly smile. "Trust me…all three off us around this table, are about 1000 times more awful than you."

"Besides…here, you're not a freak. Here, you are normal." All three of them laughed and I joined in, but it didn't really help. Kendall and I held eye contact for a minute before Carlos got up, making a gagging noise.

"I can fucking hear you Kendall." I frowned watching Carlos walk out towards the front door. "Well James is sulking out by my car. I suppose I should get him home so he can throw a fit there." I slowly raised myself, only to half to sit back down. My head was throbbing, no doubt from my cut and I closed my eyes putting my hand on it. "Take care of her alight. James may act like an asshole but he is genuinely worried about her."

"No problem. We'll get her set up and comfortable." I opened my eyes and watched Logan and Carlos hug fast, and then Carlos walked to Kendall. He stood up, and shook his hand before turning to me. He smiled small and patted my shoulder, walking out to the front door fast. "Drive home safe! Have James call me when he calms down!" I turned watching Carlos give a thumbs up to Logan, before disappearing. "Alright…we'll I can see you look exhausted so…" I stood up and held onto the table for support.

"Yeah…I should get going. I saw some motels as I drove into town. I should go get a room." I went to take a step but Logan and Kendall looked at each other as Logan stood in front of me.

"Well actually…"Logan gave me a comforting smile but it faded fast. "I don't think you're in any position to drive. And because of your attack you sort of have your scent around town. People know you're here. They will try to get to you, and try to hurt you again. Now, I don't want you to be freaked out about this, but I was thinking you would stay with Kendall and I until we can guarantee your safety. Kendall's a cop…I'm a blood sucking monster. You're safe here." I took in a shaky breath before nodding slowly. "I'm going to let you use my bedroom. I don't sleep anyway. And I'm going to get a bath started for you, to help you relax and in the meantime, Kendall can make you some food if you're hungry. Our house is your house." I chuckled but looked down at the shirt James gave me, which was two sizes two big. I gently set my hand on my cut on my stomach and shook my head.

"I'm not all that hungry. But a bath sounds nice. Except…" I looked up and Logan looked worried. "All my bags…my clothes are in my car, and I can't for the life of me remember where I parked it." Logan smirked and looked over at Kendall who sighed out and walked out to the front door.

"I had Carlos drive you're car here. Kendall's going to go get your bags and I'll have him bring them in my room." I nodded and he put a hand putting it on my back. I let him walk me slowly, towards the dark hallway, all the way to the end. When he opened the door I stepped in, and was instantly blown away. The room was decorated nicely. There was a huge Cal king bed up against the wall in front of me, with two huge windows on either side. They were ceiling to floor, but up against them tight were long black, thick looking curtains. I walked slowly towards a nice big writing desk and smiled down at the cute picture of Logan with James, and his two friends. I ran my fingers over the desk as I walked along the length of it and glanced at the beautiful pictures on the wall. I turned slightly hearing a light get turned on and watched as more of Logan's room came into view. He was by his bed, the light on the nightstand shinning bright next to him. Behind him I could see two doors and slowly made my way over to them. As I got near him Logan also turned and led me to one door. He opened it up and lights instantly came on. I walked into a huge, clean almost too white bathroom staring directly at the bear claw tub. "Do you mind if I look at your wounds? I trust James, but I do have a medical degree." I turned slowly and nodded quickly pulling my top off. Logan walked over to me quick and bent slightly looking at my stomach. "Man he was clean. Your stiches are going to itch. And probably hurt when you cough or sneeze…but they should stay intact. And your head…" He raised up and squinted at my forehead shaking his head. "I think you might have a concussion." We locked eyes and quickly he raise da finger. "Follow my finger, as best as you can please." I nodded and watched his finger slowly start to move in front of my face. But I couldn't concentrate. I closed my eyes looking down and sighed out hard. "It's okay. When you finish with your bath, I'm going to give you something for the pain I can only assume you're feeling." I laughed and raised my head nodding. He turned quick and walked to the tub, bending down on his knees. "You want some bubbles in here?"

"Sure." The huge faucet came on and instantly the tub started to fill up. I went to work on unbuttoning my pants and bent slightly to pull them off my legs. As soon as I was bent completely over I heard a pair of feet behind me and snapped up fast. I turned and came face to face with Kendall who was blushing hard. He had three of my bags in his hands. He looked down and started to turn.

"I'm sorry…I didn't know if you would want these…here or out there…I'm just…just going to leave them on the bed." I giggled watching him walk back out into the room and kicked out of my jeans. As I turned back to Logan he was standing and smirking with his hands on his hips.

"Idiot."