V looked at Zadist for a moment, gently taking Aimee's wrist in his palm protectively. His brows furrowed as he bared his fangs a little. Aimee looked up at Vishous as his hand wrapped around his wrist. "V?" she said at a whisper. Realizing what he was doing, he let go of her wrist and looked at Zadist, clearing his throat, "Can this wait Z? She's hungry" Zadist glared at him, with his arms still crossed. Without a sound, he turned around to leave, not saying a word. It was usual for him to be quiet. It wasn't a surprise to V. Knowing how secluded Zadist can be; it was expected for him to do that. But Aimee didn't have a clue on what he was like. "Wait, no, it's okay, we can talk now" Zadist stopped and turned his head to meet her stare. A small silenced followed him as he nodded his head slightly with gratitude.

Vishous looked down at her with a puzzled expression. Aimee shrugged and smiled weakly, "I'll meet you in the kitchen in a few?" Knowing he couldn't change her mind about talking with Zadist, he scratched the back of his head and nodded, "Yeah" Smiling, she turned around to follow Zadist, until a grip went around her wrist. Looking back at Vishous, she waited patiently on what he had to say. Opening his mouth, he intended to say something contradicting her to go with Z, but instead, he sighed, "Be careful" he told her softly. Aimee smiled and nodded her head. Letting go of her wrist, he watched her run next to Zadist.

Following him, she climbed those dreadful stairs again. She never hated stairs until that very moment. Sliding her hand on the rail, she jogged up to keep her pace next to Zadist. Going down the hallway, he stopped at the room and gently opened the door. He nudged his head, telling her to come in. She walked into the room and looked around. He turned on the light and walked over to his dresser and took off his black leather jacket, laying it on the bed. Her eyes wandered the dark room. There, on a table, was a skull. Suddenly, she got a bit scared, but then she saw it. The thing that made her smiled widely. A crib. Right next to the large bed was a dark, wooden crib with a mobile hanging over it. A dark blue blanket laid on it where a teddy bear was rested near the pillow.

She looked at Zadist, smiling, "What's his name?" He looked back at her, taking off his shirt, "It's a girl" he said simply, looking for a clean shirt. "Oh, I thought it was a boy since there were blue blankets on it..." she said. Already embarrassed, she cleared her throat and stared blankly around the room. "Sit" he said. Listening to him, she sat on the bed, and waited. There was a long silence. Zadist took out a white shirt and threw it on over his head. Grabbing a chair, he slid it across from Aimee and sat on it, leaning his elbows on his knees. She looked at him, the awkward silence overpowering the room.

Zadist didn't seem to mind the silence. He was too busy trying to figure this girl out. Her face, her hair, her eyes, it was all too similar to be just deja vu. It was a sign. "What are you trying to pull" his voice piercing through the room. He hated people trying to fuck with him. It was the most aggravating thing ever. Aimee raised an eyebrow, "What the hell are you talking about?" "Don't play dumb with me, female. We both know damn well something is going on, but I just don't know what. So if I don't' know, you should" "You mean the connection" Zadist laughed a bit, "Connection? No. You're trying to get inside my head. I know it." It was not a connection. At least, not to him. He doesn't take things like this very likely. Her eyes furrowed, as his yellow canary eyes pierced through her.

Aimee grinded her teeth and crossed her arms. She has never had to tolerate such an aggravating accuser. His eyes pierced through her tan eyes. Harsh stares were something she was used to. "I am not. You can't say that when you don't even know me! Maybe we just met somewhere, and you're just making this a big deal" She stood up and was about to head for the door until large hands gripped around her wrist. She turned her head to meet the same stare, "What" she asked gruffly. Anywhere was better than being with him right now. She should've just stayed with Vishous. There was a reason that he didn't want her with him. And as stupid and stubborn she was, she just had to go follow Zadist.

"I don't make things bigger than they're supposed to be. But every time I'm near you, my damn body just reacts!" he scolded. He took a deep breathe. Calm yourself, he said in his mind. Screaming won't solve anything. At least, that's what he told himself. Aimee took her wrist back and turned a crimson red. All she could do is stare at him. She felt a bit uncomfortable. Fuck, she felt EXTREMELY uncomfortable. Suddenly reading her expression, he became flushed and shook his head furiously, "Uh...Oh god, oh my god. No! No, it doesn't react that way!" Zadist had a shellan, and he loved her. He would never be aroused by another female. Completely impossible.

She took a deep breathe in relief. "Then, what do you mean exactly" she asked softly. Speechless. He was just speechless. It was like he couldn't get the words right out of his mouth. His back rested against the wall while his hand glided roughly over his face. A sigh escaped his mouth and he looked down on the floor and shook his head mildly, "I don't know" How could he tell her that a part of him was inside of her? How could he tell her once he saw her, he had a sudden urge to protect her? Fuck it. He couldn't tell her any of that. It's absolutely insane. Insane.

His fucking head should be sued. He looked at her to meet her stare. Her eyes were a light tan. Simple, but pretty. His lips tightened, waiting for a response. Any response. But all she did was stare, her expression nearly blank. "Please say something. You're killing me here" he finally said. "I...don't know either. But...it feels like you're inside of me. You're blood" she sat down and chuckled a bit, "I always knew there was an unknown presence within me. But I never know who. It was like there was a hole" she turned her head to look at him, "but now I think you're the one that filled that hole. Like a missing piece I guess"

The whole thing about finding missing pieces to yourself always sounded a bit corny to her. Something you would find in a drama series, or some philosophy show. But now that she has experienced it, it sounded cornier than it really was.

Zadist shoved his hands in his pockets, "Is that supposed to make things better? Is that supposed to fix things? Because it doesn't. It still doesn't explain the so called connection. If you can call it a damn connection. It's just all bullshit" he spat out. "Then what the fuck am I supposed to say to you?! Am I supposed to tell you that I know what's going on? Am I supposed to pretend that I know what to do? Because sweetheart, I don't. I'm confused as much as you are. And if you can just get you fat ass ego aside, we can work this out together" He charged at her and bent down, their nose barely touching, "You better watch your mouth, female. You don't know who you're fucking with" Even though his height towered over her, she was not in his shadow, "And I don't think you know who you're fucking with" He laughed loudly, "I can lift you with my pinky and send you flying across the room" She clenched her is fist hard, "Thank the Virgin in the fade that I'm not throwing something at you" "Like you could" he remarked.

She pounded her finger against his chest, "You totally are underestimating me. Do you know that?" Zadist smirked wickedly, "Am I supposed to be scared now?" "No. I'm just warning you to watch that mouth of yours" Then the door opened slowly. They both turned their heads to find a woman with a baby in her arms, "Can you watch her for a while? I'm going to go out with Mary" She looked at Aimee and smiled, "Hi. I'm Bella. Z's shellan" Aimee nodded her head as she saw Zadist take the baby gently. Bella tiptoed and kissed him, "Thanks" The door closed softly and Zadist kissed the baby gently on the forehead. Aimee stared at him, as if he was a different person. Dammit, she couldn't yell at him anymore.

His baby was everything to him. He was never so gentle with anyone in his life. Almost forgetting Aimee was there, he looked up to see her soft stare. She walked to him and looked at the baby, "She's beautiful" she exhaled. He nodded his head, "She is. Just like her mahem…her name is Nalla" Aimee tapped her nose with her finger, and Nalla she grabbed it playfully. "It's funny how only a baby can take all the aggravation away from the room" His canary yellow eyes looked at her, "Don't think that I just don't want answers anymore" "I'm telling you, I'm as clueless as you are…but we can work this out together. If you let us" Zadist nodded his head slowly, "Fine…"

She walked downstairs into the kitchen to see Rhage sticking his head into the fridge. Her hand automatically placed itself on her stomach. A growl escaped, and Rhage's ears seemed to perk. He took out his head and smiled when he saw Aimee, "Hungry?" She chuckled slightly, "Yeah, kinda" She stared at the cereal bowl in his palm and cocked an eyebrow. Cereal at night never sounded appealing to her, "Cereal? At this time?" Rhage closed the fridge behind him and leaned his back against it, "My favorite food to eat after a good work out" He took the cereal box and nudged it to her, "here"

She took the cereal box and poured it into the glass bowl. Special Kay was her favorite cereal. She bumped Rhage with her hip, signing him to move over. Chuckling he moved to the side as she went in and grabbed the milk.

His smile half faded as he took glimpse of her scar on her neck. Arching his head back, he stared at the large ceiling above him, which nearly got him dizzy. "Do remember what happened a while ago?" Aimee placed the milk back in the fridge and looked at him as she placed a spoonful of cereal in her mouth. Swallowing, she nodded her head, "Yeah. Why do you ask?" "Well...that little stunt that guy put, it makes you in danger now" She stared at him, "And what are you trying to say?" "I'm saying that I don't think you'll be going home any time soon" "Why not?" she asked. He scratched the back of his head, "Well...as I said, you're in danger, and you being home, well, it's not safe" "Why won't I be safe? It's not like they know my name or anything" Putting his bowl into the sink, he sighed, "Not exactly" "What do you mean?" she asked quickly. He sighed again, thinking about his words, "Let's just say the lessers have their ways"

She shook her head in disbelief, "So you're saying that I might now be able to go back home" "No, not until we find that lesser and make sure the rest of them don't know about you. If we let you go home, they'll capture you and use you as a source... or a hostage" "And when will I be able to go home?" she pushed on "I don't know. But we'll figure something out" "And when will that be?" Living in a mansion was nice, but she needed to go home. Where she lived. Where everything she had worked for was. Rhage sighed again, "I...I don't know...but don't you dare try running away" he said half jokingly.

He threw his jacket over his shoulder and walked his way over to the gym. "Who's going to stop me?" Aimee called out to him. Rhage turned his head and playfully smirked, "Do you think V will let you leave him?"

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