Just wanted you to know, I'm trying to start calling Evil Benny Ben for short. Won't be immediate, but just be aware of the sudden change when it says Ben's P.O.V. I mean Evil Bennys. I do not own MBAV, nor am I getting paid for this.

ALSO: A guest that went by CrayZ left a little more advice than one would think. I wanted to say: THANK YOU! I love that you spoke your mind. I couldn't find your friends profile, but I will make sure to include Ethan some more and you will have to keep on readin' to see if he's turned ;) Thanks again!

You'd Never Guess That Evil Would Win One Day

Much More Pity, Blood Loss, And Magic Fights

~Jesse's P.O.V.~

After dawn, I wondered if my new slave was enjoying his new accomedations. I crept in his new room to check on him.

The small room was grey and dreary, but it had a bed, a bowl of water, and an empty plate where his food should be. Guess he got hungry. His pillow was thrown on the floor and blanket kicked to his feet. He rejected my gratitude. Not that I care.

I turned to look at the boy to see his peaceful face, startling me. But he was asleep. Something about the way his mouth was slightly open, causing a slight snore, his hands folded under his head, how one of his legs were straight and the other folded...

Made me want him so much.

I crawled over him and turned him over. His eyes fluttered. His looked at me with half opened eyes.

"Please..." He mumbled. My eyes widened. He closed his eyes and fell asleep once again. I swallowed, hoping I was imagining it.

The way he managed to put fear, defeat, and sorrow into his gaze, the way one word was like a punch in the stomach... I couldn't bring myself to do anything else at this point. I rolled over and landed lightly next to him. He still only bared his loincloth, but I didn't care. I stroked his hair.

We were like that for two and a half hours, till he stirred. Something inside me panicked and I flashed out of the room and slid down the door.

"This feeling... must be pity."

~Ethan's P.O.V.~

I tried not to sleep after I woke up. I wasn't a vampire. I did still have a pulse, weak or not. But I found myself waking a little after dawn. I went to move, but there was a familiar sharp pain in my wrist again.

When I looked, I saw the vampire drinking again. He wasn't very careful. He adjusted himself many times, and blood would pore down. It hurt like hell.

This time, I didn't struggle. I sat there and listened to the disturbing sounds. I found tears running down my cheeks, and noted I was crying.

Soon after he pulled away and smirked at me. "Good morning."

I sobbed. Then I couldn't stop. I sat there showing weakness to the enemy. I need to stop. He'll only hurt me. I flinched away when he raised his hand to me.

"Stop." He demanded gruffly.

"I c-can't." I whimpered. He reached forward slowly and wiped my cheeks. I hiccupped in confusion. He stared intently at his project, avoiding my eyes.

Now, I was too sad to cry. He reminded me of Benny.

This whole time, a devil taking the appearance of my best friend, the one I loved so much, the one I trust the most, has hurt me, scared me.

But now, he was caring, looking at me in that protective way Benny used to.

It made me terribly depressed.

As soon as he was done, the soft expression turned sour once again. He unchained me and pulled me up. I swallowed, nearly scared to death.

"Leave." He looked me straight in the eye and growled.

"What?"

"I can't keep doing this to you. You are leaving." He stepped back and opened to door to my room and continued out. Standing like this made me dizzy, so I followed him. He stood by the open front door.

I stepped forward. The light was bright outside. I squinted. Then, when I was right in front of the door, I fell flat on my face, blacking out.

~Benny's P.O.V.~

Later in the day, Jesse was going back at it with the whole sitting in his lap thing. His little friend was back, and he was trying to kiss me again. This time, I pushed him away and stood, angry with him.

"That's it!" He also stood. "Dolorem ad Lamiam!" He doubled over and grabbed his stomach, crying out in pain. He looked up and mumbled, "Sana." He stood straight again. As I opened my mouth, he said, "Invisibilitatem!" He was invisible. I looked around. "Visus." I saw him once again. He knocked me over. He sat on my stomach. In union, we said, "Desine." I couldn't see him, till he reappeared. Then I was scared.

He looked nervous, then he stood. He held a hand out to me, and I took it. I stood and he wrapped his arms around me. I gasped. He put his face in my neck and sighed. "I'm sorry." He pulled away.

"Now, g-go to your room." He said, not meeting my eyes.

Cute, right? The villians are beginning to see that the feelings they thought were pity, ain't. If you know what I mean. Review! ~TrampledRose