Chapter 12

Hey guys, okay so there's a little warning here, there will be a little bit of cursing, and other stuff be warned it's nothing crazy, I swear.

James' voice was like a song, a song in a horror movie, when he talked the air around him became eerie, the room got darker, and all other background noise became a little quieter. James looked the same, he was still an exact copy of Jack, the only difference physically between them was James had ebony hair, and darker blue eyes. Other than those two factors it was almost impossible to tell them apart. James had put out a bottle of red wine and an empty wine glass on the coffee table; he was dressed in a suit with a black trench coat hanging off his shoulders, he looked like Jack imagined Dracula would, terrifying but elegant. In his right hand was a wine glass half way full with red wine his other hand gripping the couch armrest, he was smirking at Jack, it was just as terrifying as he remembered it to be. James gestured towards the wine and the glass "It's from Pitch; he remembered how much you love to indulge in the devil's drink." James announced purposely emphasizing Pitch's name, Jack uncontrollable cringed when he heard the monster's name.

"How the hell did you get in here?" Jack spat trying to hide his trembling voice.

"You know," James began, "shortening your name and changing your last name isn't a very effective way to disappear, Jackson." James chuckled coldly, "Or should I call you Jack, that's what you're going by now, right?" he rhetorically asked before he pressed the glass to his lips and took a long swig from it.

"That isn't the answer to my question, James." Jack said hardening his voice as he balled up his fist, "How the hell did you get into my apartment?" he asked again taking a step closer to his brother.

"What an odd hour to come home," James said shifting his eyes to the cable box where the time was shining, "Where have you been, Jackson?"

"Answer my goddamn question!" Jack ordered slamming his fist on the cabinet next to him. James chuckled softly again taking another long swig from the glass he had in his hand, he put the glass down on the coffee table, he stood up and poured more wine into it along with the other empty glass. He picked up the now full glass and offered it to Jack.

"Pitch had this imported from Italy," James explained looking at the wine, "He wanted you to get the very best produced" he continued as he began to lightly stir the cup, "He misses you very much Jackson."

"Is he hiding in the shadows or something?" Jack asked looking around the dark living room, "He has to be you wouldn't leave Burgess unless he came with you."

"Pitch isn't here" James replied his voice softening; "They finally got enough evidence to convict him." James muttered out still staring at the wine, "He had to get one of the fearlings to go all the way to a vineyard in Italy to get the wine."

"It's about time" Jack spat, "the bastard should've been locked up a long time of go!" he yelled his voice cracking slightly as he memories of Pitch filled his head, "He deserves to be locked up!"

"Pitch is a genius!" James yelled back his dark blue eyes filling with anger, "Don't you dare say he deserves what those ignorant fools did to him!" James growled then suddenly took a deep breath to regain his calm but uneasy domineer. "Do not speak ill of Pitch, Jackson." He said in his usual chilling voice, "Pitch has done nothing but look after us."

"Are you blind?" Jack protested walking towards his brother, "Pitch is a monster James, all he bring with his is fear and destruction," he growled, "He is nothing but a common criminal," he ranted, "James you're idolizing a monster!" he yelled trying to snap his brother out of the hold Pitch had on him.

"Pitch is not a common criminal," James argued slamming the wine glass on the coffee table taking a step closer to his brother, "Pitch is a great man, a man who has always looked out for what is best for me," James explained his voice hardening, "If anyone is a common criminal, who only brings destruction with him, it's you Jackson." James let out quieter to make his point clear, "Pitch wasn't the one who let our little sister drown." James whispered out, his voice hitting Jack like a punch in the stomach. Jack felt his body begin to tremble uncontrollably, he wasn't sure if he was angry or just in shock, he wanted to crumble to the floor and cry.

"Get out of my apartment." Jack demanded in his trembling voice, "Get the hell out of my apartment." He repeated louder as he lifted his eyes to meet his brother's, Jack felt his eyes begin to water as he stared into the cold eyes of his twin brother. James chuckled slightly picking up his wine glass and taking one last swig from it before placing it back down on the coffee table. James took another step closer to his twin brother and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt bring Jack's trembling body closer to him, he leaned into his ear and the smell of alcohol and smoke hit Jack hard. "Feel that," James chuckled causing a chill to run down Jack's spine, "that fear, that anger, that guilt," he continued whispering, just loud enough so Jack can hear him clearly, "it's always going to be there, no matter how far you run, no matter what you do to your appearance, no matter how many times you change your name, you can't kill fear, Jack." James smirked letting his brother go. James put on his trench coat, fixed his suit, and smoothed out his hair, all while Jack stood motionless trying to hold back tears. James turned to Jack and smirked; he rustled Jack's hair making his already disheveled hair into a bigger mess then patted him on the forearm, "I'll be in touch." James smirked as he walked towards the door, "And Jackson, don't let that bottle of wine go to waste." James chuckled closing the door behind him, Jack jumped slightly when the door slammed behind him. Jack stood in the darkness of his apartment he knew he was seconds away from reaching over and grabbing the bottle on the coffee table and pouring its contents down his throat. 'He must have planned it', Jack thought staring at the bottle, 'He must have planned the whole thing,' he thought to himself feeling tears stream down his face, 'Pitch probably told them to drug the wine so James can drag me back to Burgess.' He thought wiping the tears away. He in his pocket for his phone for his phone, he knew he was going to do something really stupid in a few seconds. He had to make sure someone came to check on him in the morning to make sure he didn't choke on his own vomit. "Eugene," Jack stammered into the phone.

"Jack?" He answered half-asleep, "Are you alright man?" he asked noticing the odd tone of Jack's voice.

"I need you to come over tomorrow morning; I'm going to lock myself in my bathroom the key to under my mattress," Jack explained picking up the bottle and heading to his bathroom, it was probably the safest place to go, if the bottle was in fact drugged, there was no windows and the door could only be locked from the inside. "Just make sure I'm still alive, also if I'm not in the bathroom call North and tell him to call the police, he'll know what's going on." He said nonchalantly as he locked the bathroom door.

"Jack, you're freaking me out man." Eugene admitted, concern lacing his voice, "I'm heading over there right now." He said as Jack heard shuffling in the background.

"No," Jack muttered, "Rapunzel will worry, she'll call Tooth and I really don't need that right now." Jack mumbled sitting down in his bath tub, "I need you to come over morning." He repeated before hanging up the phone and staring at the bottle in his hand. He took a deep breath remembering all the times he promised he would never touch what Pitch called 'The Devil's Drink' again but Pitch and James always found a way to make him break all his promises. Jack opened the bottle and played some music so he won't have to hear his own crying the music was the same depressing music he put on when Emma first died, when he first started his bad habit. He could feel his body trembling he wasn't sure if it was because he was freezing or because how angry at himself he was, but at the moment he wasn't sure he cared, he put the bottle to his lips and began to pour it down his throat.

Yeah, it was pretty depressing but I hope you like it, things are going to go down. Love you guys, Thanks for reading, I hope I didn't depress you guys. Sorry, thank you for everything!