AN: The update to this story is finally here. Once again this is written along with my friend christinainwonderland who is now breakdown-baby. This chapter is a set up for a lot of things that will come up down the road for this story. So stay tuned since there are two people writing this story. Also, I'm working on a lot of other little projects so updates for Monsters Underneath and Bucket List will take some time, but don't worry, they will be updated just like this story. Enjoy the chapter.


Kendall walked out of the hockey rink, carrying a bag of equipment and snuggling a jacket close to him. He stopped at his vehicle, a simple black Jeep, and threw his things inside after unlocking the door. When the tall brunette appeared, smiling and fist bumping with him, Kendall had no idea that Logan was waiting and watching from a bench across the street. How could he? Logan could easily blend into the background. He was just another person on the street. That was what made the past two weeks so easy.

Licking his lips, Logan hid behind his book, listening intently to the baby monitor he had attached to the underside of Kendall's Jeep the night before. He had been watching their every move. Logan followed Kendall every morning to the local public high school. He watched Kendall Knight mingle with the other teachers, discussing the degradation of the integrity of the school system. He chatted up with his fellow Biology teachers and shared lesson plans. Logan slipped in the school easily enough with a visitor's pass, and scoped out the hall Kendall's classroom was on.

Logan spent the hours Kendall was in school, watching Camille. That was his favorite part of the day. She owned a daycare, and Logan beamed when he saw her outside with the kids, playing with them. She was amazing and warm, and Logan's cold heart thawed at the smile on her face. He knew she probably wanted kids, and, in his mind, he wanted to be the one who gave her that wish... not him. He just wasn't good enough for her and he never would be.

He stood across the street, memorizing every detail of her laughter that carried in the breeze. He closed his eyes, and imagined he could hear her voice whispering in his ear. All Logan had were his fantasies, and it was becoming enough to drive him mad. Or, he thought to himself, walking back toward the high school to watch Kendall, have I already gone mad?

Kendall coached the hockey team, and every day after school, at precisely 6:04 PM, the team came storming out of the rink. They went to their cars and drove off, or stood around waiting for their rides to get them. Logan blinked three times, huffed, and waited. Every day, like clock work, Kendall and another coach, James Diamond, came out of the building with their skates and bags in hands. It was always at 6:12 PM. Not one minute before, not one minute after.

The baby monitor beside him crackled to life. "So you're gonna ask my sister to marry you? God, let's hope she says no." Logan fixed on the deep, silky voice. It didn't belong to Kendall. It belonged to the other one, James.

"You're such an asshole, Jamie. You know you'd like to keep me as a brother-in-law, and you know Camille's going to say yes. I mean... she will, right?"

Logan's eyes snapped up and stared daggers at the blonde man, James' arm slung around his shoulder with a smile. James nodded, and Logan bit his lip, gripping the sides of his book with feverish rage.

"Yeah, man," James said with a chuckle. "Yeah, if she doesn't say yes to you, then the past three years you guys have been together will kind of have been a waste."

"I wouldn't say a waste exactly," Kendall chuckled, punching James in the shoulder playfully. "She's given me the best three years of my life."

Kendall leaned against his Jeep with a smile, brushing his shaggy hair out of his face. James joined him, leaning against the back. Kendall looked to his right, and for the briefest moment, he locked eyes with Logan. The burning intensity of his dark brown eyes made him look away quickly, his smile fading as he looked down at the pavement beneath his feet.

James patted Kendall on the back and laughed, oblivious to the wrench of fear that had sunk in Kendall's stomach. He didn't know why, but Logan's eyes had unnerved him. "I never would have thought that my best friend would end up falling for my twin sister. Growing up, I would have killed you if you had even thought about touching her."

Kendall forced a smile and looked back at Logan, whose face was now buried back in his book. "Yeah, I know. Lucky you outgrew that rage, right? I kinda like living."

The other male chuckled still unaware of the panic swimming in Kendall's jade eyes. "So when are you going to pop the question? Or are you gonna wait forever to do it?"

Kendall laughed fondly. "Well, I was planning on doing it tonight after dinner. It's our anniversary. I thought she'd appreciate the sentiment." He bit his lip as he averted his eyes back to his friend while trying to push away the ugly feeling swirling in the pit of his stomach.

Logan clenched his jaw at the conversation. This manthought that he could marry Camille. His Camille? At the moment, Logan didn't know how to keep all of this from spiraling out of his control. All he just knew that hecouldn't marry her. She was too good, too beautiful, and too perfect for him. Kendall would ruin her, of this he was certain.

James and Kendall finished their conversation and bid each other farewell. Kendall got into his jeep while the brunette walked over to his own car, a posh silver BMW. Logan abruptly closed the book he was reading, keeping his head low and avoiding the gaze of a certain green-eyed stare.

Looking to his watch, he knew it was the exact time Kendall would be going back home to her. Logan's eyes narrowed as Kendall's Jeep took off down the road. Taking a large gulp of air, Logan let out slow puffs of air. Snapping up, he ran to the street and hailed a cab as a plan formed in his mind.

Kendall could NOT marry Camille. He just couldn't. If he did, there was no escaping the Hell that Logan constantly lived in. He couldn't do that. He couldn't let it happen. He just couldn't.

Sliding into the back eat he gritted his teeth. His rage building at the new information he acquired almost blurred out the plan he was trying to carefully construct. Huffing silently he gave the cabbie the address of the couple's home and pressed his back to the old leather of the seat.

'I've got to get him away from her... somehow,'he thought chewing his lip as his fingers tapped the surface of his book in a rhythmic pattern of three. He thought about the man in the Jeep ahead of them, and he ached.

Kendall ran his long fingers through his hair as he drove home, ready to feel Camille's arms wrap around him as she welcomed him home. He would have smiled wide, his thoughts becoming entirely consumed with her, but there was something far more unsettling taking hold of his mind.

'He wanted to kill me,' he thought gripping the steering wheel tightly as he hit the brake at an upcoming red light. 'He did. I'm sure of it.' He shook his head, waiting for the light ahead to change."I hope I never see him again."

The light turned green as he gulped, trying to push the dark eyed man out of his head. He didn't even know who he was, so it shouldn't be a concern to him if the guy just so happened to be sitting there reading. With eyes set to kill.

"You're being overdramatic," he chastised himself making his turn on his street. "For all I know he could have been looking at James."

Although, that didn't make any of his ugly thoughts disperse faster. Shaking his head, he sighed wanting nothing more than to just stop thinking all together of the quiet man sitting on the bench, who looked no older than he was. For all Kendall knew he had probably been day dreaming and just happened to lock eyes with him. Just so happened to have a venomous stare. Just so happened...

Yeah that's it. That made sense.

'Alright, Knight, time to stop thinking about some random guy,' he chided himself mentally as he pulled into his driveway. 'You've got a big night ahead of you.'

Kendall turned off the engine and stepped out of his jeep, as he gathered his bags he failed to notice the figure across the street, perfectly shrouded in his hideout and watching his every move. Kendall shrugged his bag on his shoulder and sighed. He loved the sunset. He loved how it shadowed the street just right. It felt... transcendent. Sometimes, he'd sit on the sidewalk, watching the kids on skateboards go by and how their shadows fell on the road. He'd stare as the purple and pink hues became a dark purple, going black into night. It was his favorite time of day.

"Baby? Hey, babe!" Kendall tossed his bag in the usual corner and caught Camille in his arms as she ran into him, jumping up and wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. With a smile, he adjusted her in his arms and kissed her. Licking her lip and begging for entrance, he groaned when her tongue met his. Kendall had never met another woman who made him as crazy and as happy as she did. He couldn't control himself as he pressed her against the wall, kissing down her neck, yanking her lip in his teeth when he returned. "I missed you, Cami."

"I missed you more," she said, that devilish smile teasing her perfect lips. Camille pressed her lips to Kendall's Adam's apple, eliciting a deep, husky groan from her boyfriend. He ground his pelvis into her, returning the favor and making Camille whine. "We should probably stop while we're ahead or we won't make dinner, babe."

Kendall grunted, his hands slipping under her shirt and squeezing her breasts, before his lips met hers again. "You're right. We need to get dressed and, yeah."

"First we have to get undressed, Kenny." Camille laughed, pulling Kendall's shirt up and over his head, letting it fall to the floor. She ran her hands down his chest, feeling every muscle she loved so much. His skin burned under her fingertips and when she fumbled with his pants, he grabbed her hands and put them down beside her.

"As much as I want to, baby girl? Seriously, you know I do." He kissed her forehead and picked up his shirt. "Tonight is important and these reservations weren't easy to make." He grinned and she stood on her toes, running her fingers through his hair and kissing his swollen lips once more.

"Okay. Whatever you say, Knight. I'll go get into my sexiest dress just to mess with your head. And you know which head I'm talking about."

"God damn it, woman. Just go!"

Camille sauntered upstairs and Kendall fixed his eyes on her perfect shape, how her back arched perfectly, the tight, firm ass just above those cute little legs. Camille Diamond was perfect. She would be even more perfect when she became Camille Knight. Kendall leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. It was going to be the perfect night. Perfect. It had to be.

Logan went home and repeated his routine. He showered, shaved, and went into his mother's bedroom. He dusted her knick-knacks. He straightened out every book on the shelf and all the curtains needed washing. He made sure he did that too. He was careful not to blink. If he blinked, he would see her in bed, coughing up blood and urinating all over the freshly laid sheets. If he blinked, he would be back there. If he blinked, he would-

He blinked.
He snapped.

He woke up in another place and time and a body was in his basement, tied to a table. There were bottles and instruments and the blonde hair struggling beneath the blindfold was trying to scream. Even if he screamed, it wouldn't matter. Before Logan Mitchell blinked, he was a man with a mission. After, he was a monster. In the matter of a blink. One. Two. Three. He had changed.

And in another three blinks, he found he was delighted with that.


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