"Can someone please tell me why we're listening to Taylor Swift?" Adam asked, watching as Gail painted his nails black. This was really more of Jeff's thing but she had absolutely insisted on doing it to him.

"Because it's on the radio," Natalya answered. "Now be quiet. Your hair is almost done."

Adam sighed and shook his head. Nattie was putting black streaks in his hair so it would match his hair. He had tried to protest this, but he had been overruled, so that had put an end to his argument.

"Come on Adam, don't make that face," Tiffany said, cheerfully trying on her new wrestling gear. As soon as she found out he was gay, she figured there was no reason to be modest around him. It wasn't like he was going to be looking at any of her bits anyway. "You'll look hot with black streaks."

"You think so?" he asked, wrinkling his nose as Kelly and the Bellas chattered loudly about absolutely nothing worth remembering.

"Of course," Tiffany assured him. She examined herself in the mirror before turning to face the others. "How do I look?"

"Like a cheerleader who got dressed in the dark," Natalya said without hesitation. "Seriously, what is up with that purple top?"

"I like it," Tiffany said defiantly.

"Well I guess that's all it matters, isn't it?" Gail said, barely looking up from Adam's nails.

"I think so," Tiffany confirmed, sitting down and watching as the finishing touches on Adam. "So is it true?"

"Is what true?" Adam asked.

"The whole Randy/Cody thing."

"Yeah, unfortunately," Adam said with a sigh.

"Poor Cody," Natalya said sadly. She scowled and shook her head. "I need to beat up Randy for him."

Adam frowned. "There wouldn't be anything left of him if we let you at him."

"And your point is?" Obviously she did not see the bad side to that.

"Done!" Gail said happily, putting the lid back on to the nail polish. "Now keep your hands still so they can dry all the way. You smudge the paint and I'll smudge your face."

Adam blinked, not sure how to take that. "You'll smudge my face? What kind of threat is that?"

"A deadly one," Gail replied, playfully punching his shoulder. "Now keep still."

Adam rolled his eyes and started began waiting for his nails to dry and the finishing touches to be put on his hair. "Oh Nattie, I should probably warn you that Jeff is going to try and tape you and Tyson having sex in the near future. He's convinced that you wear a strap-on and actually fuck your little boy toy."

Tiffany's eyes just about popped out of her head. "What?"

Gail groaned. "I really did not need to hear that."

Natalya smirked. "Well at least he's got it right this time."

Adam gasped. "Oh my God, you really do that?"

"I have to. My boyfriend's the bitch." Natalya patted Adam on the shoulder. "You're done. Go take a look cutie."

Adam blinked and looked, barely taking notice to his new look because he was too busy trying to wrap his head around the mental pictures he now had in his head. "I…I don't know what to say. Does David--"

"My whole family knows," Natalya confirmed, barely hiding her smirk. "They just choose not to say anything about it."

"I don't blame them," Gail commented. "I wouldn't--"

"Candice!" Kelly squealed, almost tackling the pregnant woman as she came into the room.

"Kelly be careful!" Melina scolded. "You can't--"

"It's okay," Candice said, hugging Kelly back. "She didn't hurt me."

"Anorexic Barbie can't hurt anyone," Natalya whispered to Adam.

Adam nodded, his eyes going straight to Candice's stomach. He had never really paid any attention to her while she had been working in the company, but now here she was, standing right in front of him, practically glowing because of her pregnancy.

"Hi Adam!" she said cheerfully, her nasal voice not even bothering him this time. That was how distracted he was. "I love your new look."

"Thanks," he said, not taking his eyes off her stomach. He was so beyond jealous at the moment that "thanks" was the only word he could say to her face.

Gail grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him into the corner of the locker room. "Did you talk to Matt again about…you know…"

Adam shook his head. "What would be the point? He'll just make the same points that he did before and he'll be right, once again."

Tiffany made a pouty face. "Poor Addy." She hugged him tightly. "Is there anything we can do to make you feel better?"

Adam shrugged. "Not really but uh…could you try by annoying him for my entertainment?"

Tiffany and Gail exchanged mischievous looks while Natalya laughed evilly. "Your wish is our command Copeland," the third generation diva promised eagerly.

…

James paced back and forth across the hotel room, feeling more and more like a caged animal by the second. The room felt way too small and his chest was starting to tighten up on him, making it extremely hard for him to breathe. Every molecule in his body, every ounce of his being was SCREAMING for blood. It was driving him completely and utterly insane. "Can't take it," he muttered, trying to keep his hands clenched but they were shaking too bad for him to do that. "Can't do it no more. Tried and I can't. Can't can't can't can't…"

"Daddy be quiet!" Connor ordered, giving him a very annoyed look. He was waiting for Cooper to come back with his candy and he did not appreciate James getting in his view of the television. "And sit down! Scooby Doo is on and you're being too noisy.

James growled, startling Connor. He was at the point where the sound of his own sons' voices were driving him nuts. "Fuck Scooby Doo," he snarled.

"Daddy you can't fuck Scooby Doo," Connor said, still confused about why he was growled at. "He's a cartoon you dummy." He clapped his hands together excitedly as Cooper came back into the room. "Candy! Give me candy!"

Cooper rolled his eyes and tossed Connor his candy. Connor caught it and that was then his face fell. "Coopy! I told you peanut M&M's!"

"They didn't have any," Cooper said as he sat down. "They only had the regular ones."

"But I don't want the regular ones!" Connor was in full whine mode now. "I want the peanut ones!" He looked at James for support. "Daddy tell him!"

James shook his head. "Just eat your candy Connor."

"But Daddy--"

"Damn it Connor SHUT UP!" James finally roared. "I don't want to fucking hear it!"

Connor's jaw dropped and that was the final straw for Cooper. James fully expected to get hit for screaming at Connor, but instead Cooper grabbed his knife and began ushering told them towards the door. "We're going," he announced.

"Going where?" James asked.

"Hunting," Cooper replied. "This isn't working. You tried but you can't cope like this and I'm not putting up with you being a dick anymore. You need to kill again before you fucking murder all of us!"

James nodded, not able to fight it anymore. He loved Mark and Jeff; he really did. But he made a promise he shouldn't have. Promising not to kill? No, that wasn't possible. Not for him. Not when it was like breathing. "My knife…" he said softly, feeling even more lost without it now.

"I gots it Daddy," Connor said, going over to his bag and getting it out. He handed it over to James and then stepped back so he could hide behind Cooper.

James gripped the knife tightly, indescribably happy to have it back in his possession. Thirty seven days, nineteen hours, forty six minutes and twelve seconds… He shook his head. It had felt like it had been longer than that since he had made that stupid promise. "Let's go," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "Right now."

It was time for him to become a killer again.