Okay I'm not sure when I will be able to post this chapter, so I am really sorry if it is like forever. I'm starting school and am going to have like a crapload of stuff to do so…. I'm Sorry.

As Jackson floated in unconscious blackness all the memories came back. He began to relive them starting from the very beginning. Even though he hated the memories he knew that they should never be forgotten. He remembered when it all began. It was when Jackson was ten that he started to notice how his parents seemed more distant. How they would ignore him or brush him aside. He guessed he was just too young to notice it before, but now…

Jackson thought that maybe it was because he wasn't a good kid; maybe he should behave more and do exactly as they say. So he did, but still it was almost as if he wasn't there. It bothered him when the other children would talk about what they did with their parents or what their parents bought them, and Jackson never had anything to say. He wanted his parent to love him like the other children's parent did; and if being good wasn't getting their attention, maybe being bad would. So he started to act out and forced his parents to notice him. Jackson was eleven then. And by forcing his parent to notice him, he brought out the worst in them.

Jackson remembered once his mother yelling at him, saying 'Why did you have to make us notice you!? If you would have been a good son we wouldn't have to do this, everything would have been okay if you would have just disappeared!' This was after he had gotten into a fight at school. It wasn't serious but his mother completely lost it. She yelled at him saying that the demon had taken over her son and then cried as she hit him over and over again. Jackson was completely shocked and after that first beating his father left and he didn't see him again until he was thirteen.

The beating became more and more frequent and Jackson became more and more distant from everyone. Soon he didn't even have one friend left. They all thought he was boring and weird. Jackson just didn't want anyone to know what was happening. Every day he would wake up early and go to school before his mom could see him and sit quietly until the end of school, then sneak up to his room. Sometimes though his mother would be in the kitchen and see him, and if he was lucky she would just ignore him and pretend that he wasn't there. But if he was unlucky, she would just scream at him asking why he had to be there and would try to make him disappear from her life.

Jackson had always wondered why his mother hated him. He didn't know why she called him an abomination or a demon. He didn't know why they wanted him to disappear, until one day. It was three months after his thirteenth birthday, and his father had come home after being absent. Jackson sat at the top of the stairs listening to his parents whispering. He knew they were talking about him, but he couldn't quite hear them. He crept down the stair and pressed against the wall that separated the stairs and the kitchen.
"I think we need to give him to Antonio. He will know what to do with him and he's is paying." Jackson wondered who Antonio was and what would happen to him. They really hate me. Why?
"No, no ,no, no. He has to disappear, has to disappear."
"Maria. You have got to get a hold on yourself."
"Don't tell me that! While you were away I had to live with that, that….thing!"
Jackson put a hand over his mouth and leaned his head back against the wall. His eyes grew moist at his mother's words, but he refused to let a tear fall. Not at her sake.
"Just calm down. I will make him disappear don't worry."
"It was just so terrifying, not knowing if…if..." She broke into sobs.
Jackson's breath came quicker. Why, why, why. What am I? He slid down the wall onto the step. The step creaked and then everything was quiet. Jackson held his breath, silence. Quietly, his father stepped towards the stairs. The sound was soft, but it didn't go unnoticed by Jackson. He shot out towards the front door, but he wasn't fast enough. A rough had grabbed him by the arm and yanked him down. Jackson looked up into angry eyes and saw nothing but hatred. Suddenly he was angry, all this time all he ever did was try to be someone they loved and they hated him for no reason.

"Let go!" Jackson was surprised by his own voice, but somewhere deep inside him anger boiled and came to the surface. Strength surged up and he let out a yell and shoved his father. Jackson heard a thud and a grunt as his father slammed into the wall and fell to the floor. He stood frozen in shock. What had he done? And how? What was he?
"You monster!"
Jackson turned around and suddenly there was a sharp pain in his stomach. He looked at his mother, mouth agape. Her eyes were wild and she held up a knife, blood dripping from it. Warmth spread over his stomach and he dropped to his knees.
"Just die already!" She screamed and raised the knife, rushing towards him. Suddenly everything was in slow motion. Jackson looked around and saw everything. He moved with extreme precision blocking her attack, spinning around, and hitting her back with one hand all in one motion. His mother flew into the wall with smack and unconsciously falling to the floor. Jackson looked down pulled the knife out, not bothering with trying to cover up the mess he had made. He didn't know what had happened to him but he couldn't stop the teas as he ran from his house that was not a home.

Everything was dark and Jackson lay where he had collapsed waiting for death to come. He didn't even know how he had made it this far. Now sowly he was losing consciousness and he couldn't help to wish that someone was there. He wished that he wasn't alone. But there he was, alone in a dirty alley, unable to see, and was dying. Jackson wished that he would have never cared that his parent ignored him. He wished that he would have just been a good boy, that none of this would have happened. He wished that he were never even born, whatever he was.

A darkness even blacker than the night came over him. This was the end; his mother got what she wished for. Jackson was disappearing. He lost consciousness before he could see the man almost passed him by. It was the smell of blood that hit Dante and made him stop. Normally he would just leave whatever dying human that was there, but this blood had a little bit of a different scent to it. It was human, but at the same time it wasn't. Dante stopped in the alley and was surprised to find the young boy. He didn't know what it was that made him do it (maybe the odd scent or maybe he still had a heart) but he picked up the young boy and brought him home. The one thing Dante was for sure of was that he wanted to save his life.

Dante's POV

I looked down at Jackson. He was lying on the bed completely covered in blankets. How can he look so peaceful while having such horrible dreams? Through the bond I could feel so much sorrow. It must be about his past; he's never told me about what happened that night. I asked him about once and he said he didn't ever want to talk about it. I had sense that it had to do with his abilities, but I wasn't going to push him about it. I told him that if he ever wanted to talk about it, then he could talk to me. Although I do think that if I knew more about him then I could protect him better. Like, does this have his past? I wouldn't know. Of course I could just make him tell me, but I don't want him to be upset with me for doing that.

Jackson shifted and a grimace crossed his face. It was so rare to see him like this. Jackson was usually so full of energy and happy. This was only the second time I have seen him like this; the first was when I first found him. When I found him in that dirty alley, I sensed that he was different. Jackson has never seen himself in that state, but like that he is both startlingly beautiful yet completely terrifying. He completely changes. His eyes turn a silver color and because of that, I had thought he was going through the change to become a vampire. But that wasn't it. Inside him I sensed an ancient power; it was almost like a different person living within him. It's like he takes on a predator form, the look of a skilled killer. It was intriguing, but that wasn't really the reason I took him. It is sorrowful to see a creature like that cry. All powerful, but completely broken, I wanted to save him.

Before I was turned my dream was to be a father with a family. Now that seems so absurd. Although I wasn't the same man with the same innocent views on life, I still wanted a family. I am married, but I wasn't able to father a child. The Master Pravus said that having a family would make me weak, so I didn't worry about it anymore. When I saw Jackson though I knew that this was meant to happen. I wanted to raise him as my son, but the Pravus said that since he was human, I couldn't have him as a son, but as a drudge.

I think that many people misunderstand the Pravus. I know it wasn't out of cruelty that he denied Jackson to be my son, but he wanted to make sure that they couldn't take advantage of the situation. If Jackson was my son, he could be used against me; but as my drudge no one would think that our relationship was so close. I am completely satisfied with his decision and up until now Jackson has been completely safe. But this was just a small hiccup made by a psycho that was supposed to be dead. And soon he would be really dead; I will make sure of it even if I have to rip apart every piece of his body.

The mood shifted in Jackson from sorrow to calm and relief. I wonder what he was thinking about. I sat down the bed next to him and lay back. Never had I thought that Jackson, who had never wanted to hurt anyone, would be provoked enough to willingly fight like that. Even though the Pravus would like to use him to fight, Jackson just wasn't that kind of person. He was pure. What could have provoked him? I'm not entirely sure he would talk to me about it. I put my and on top of his head. He was warm, alive, human despite everything.
"I won't let anyone hurt you again."

Jackson's POV

"I won't any one hurt you again." Those were the first words Dante had ever said to me. I immediately believed him because he had saved me. Maybe I was too trusting or too naive, but I really just wanted so bad to believe that someone would protect me. It seems like such a long time since then and even since we joined the Pravus. I want to believe that a fake friendship couldn't last so long. But maybe it is like Joss said; even if it is I want to stay here, even if it's a lie. Does this make me an idiot? Probably, but I would rather be an idiot and be happy than be honest with myself and be alone again.

I still don't know how I ended up like this or who Antonio is. One day I want to find out. I want to see if he can tell me about what I can do and why I can do it. Maybe I'll tell Dante about it. I can tell that he wants to know but never pushes me. It makes me feel guilty. I am stuck between just want to forget about that time and wanting to know why. Even if I never find out what this is, I think I can be happy. For now I think I'll just lay here for a while. Wherever here is, it's very comforting. I feel safe. And warm.

A/N Okay I know I said that this chapter would be long, but I just wanted to do a chapter on Jackson and Dante and develop them more. But the next chapter will definitely be longer

And just make it clearer on their relationship, Dante has always wanted a son so he thinks of Jackson as his son. Jackson's feeling are a little more complicated he doesn't really think of him as a father but more I guess as a friend/master that he really loves.

Kay! Hope you liked this please review if you did or if you didn't tell me why. And I am open to suggestions—so if there is anything you think would be good to add Review! It helps to get the readers suggestions/comments on the story. I might not necessarily do them, but then again I just might!