A/N: Happy thanksgiving to everyone…I'm not going to have a very happy one though. Grr…stupid financial aid stuff. Apply for colleges; apply for money to get into college. Blah blah blah…and all the different deadlines for everything under the sun. I'm annoyed with it all..i've filled out forms over and over…and I'm still not done. –sigh- oh well…if I go to college, I get to become a librarian…which means…surrounded by tons of helpful research material all day long. Yay!

Disclaimer: I'm not sure what Fayt's real age is, since I didn't create him…but...i was planning on making him older than 17. I apologize if I actually told you he was 17….now I'll have to go back and look for where I typed that and fixed it. I was originally going to make him 21…so Albel could be older and not be twice as old as Fayt or whatever…but let's just say…Fayt's like 21 and Albel's about 24 or so.

Albel had been forced to sleep through the entire night. Fayt was snuggled up against him and had wrapped his arms around Albel's waist so tightly that he couldn't move. Normally, Albel would have slept for a bit and then gotten up throughout the night to pace or spend time updating the list on his computer. However, with Fayt holding onto him, it was out of the question. He didn't want to wake Fayt, so there was nothing to do with his time except sleep.

Albel woke up with a yawn. Fayt was still sleeping contentedly. Albel frowned. It felt weird to sleep so long. He was strangely rested. The constant headache and pain behind his eyes had lessened. This was not good for his plan. His pain was one of the motivating forces behind his cruelty. Torturing was beginning to lose its interest to him and he needed to torture his victims to punish them.

Albel nudged Fayt and the boy stirred slightly and blinked open his eyes. He smiled. "You're still here," he murmured.

Albel nodded, entranced by the beautiful bright green eyes staring at him with adoration. He kissed Fayt softly. "I couldn't leave with you clinging to me."

Fayt looked hurt. "You didn't want to stay?"

Albel shrugged and gently untangled himself from Fayt. "Well, I could have been making us breakfast instead of sleeping in."

Fayt pinked and looked embarrassed. "I don't deserve for you to make me breakfast."

"Besides,' Albel continued. "If I keep sleeping like this, I might stop killing."

Fayt's eyes widened. "What? Killing?! Who are you killing?"

Albel gently placed a hand on Fayt's chest and held him down. "it's time for you to go back."

"Go back? Go back where? Back home?" Fayt struggled. "What's going on? Why are you killing? What are you doing?"

Albel pressed Fayt's eyes closed and bent down to whisper in his ear. "Return to the present."

Fayt gasped and his eyes flew open, immediately fastening on Albel. A slow blush spread over his face. 'What did-why did you do that?"

"Because I wanted to," Albel said simply. He nipped Fayt's ear. "I bet you liked it."

Fayt shifted uncomfortably. 'Why were you so kind to me? Were you doing it just to get into my pants? Just to fool me that you were nice?"

"No,' Albel said calmly. 'You said to get your love, I had to do things the right way, so I went back and did it. It wasn't rape since I had your full consent."

Fayt ducked his head, looking embarrassed. "Thank you."

Albel smiled. "You're such a virgin, Fayt."

Fayt grinned. "Not anymore."

"True," Albel said.

"But I've never seen you so nice," Fayt whispered. "It had to be an act. You can't truly love me."

"I told you before. I love you in my own twisted way. I'm not the huggable type, but unfortunately, if I sleep too much, I start becoming soft." He scowled at Fayt. "I slept all night last night. So now I'm losing my creativity. Can't think of new interesting ways to torture someone. It's so frustrating."

"Maybe it was good for you to see me younger then," Fayt said softly.

Albel narrowed his eyes. "Yes. I learned a lot about you."

"Like what?"

Albel sighed, almost hating to do this to the boy. "I know now why you're not as naïve and trusting as you were then. You've killed before, at 15. Three high school boys."

Fayt gasped and his eyes widened. Yes, he recalled the day painfully clear.

"What are you looking at, Shorty?" the tallest boy demanded.

The boy shrank back against the wall. He looked only about 12, but it was clear he was much older than that. His eyes were older and filled with experience and tragedy.

"Didn't I tell you to keep away from here?" the bully demanded. 'This is our spot."

The boy stood still, staring down at his feet. He said nothing.

'Well?" the bully demanded. "What have you got to say for yourself?"

The boy raised his head and stared at him bleakly. "I'm sorry. I have nowhere else to go." He looked pitiful.

One of the bully's friends laughed. "Let's give him somewhere to go: the hospital."

The rest of them chuckled evilly and the leader grinned. "Let's give him what he deserves boys."

Fayt walked up the top of the hill and saw the boys near the bottom. The boy was pushed against a rock and he put his hands in front of his face but made no effort to defend himself. The bullies were beating him up, all of them kicking, punching, shoving.

Fayt had had enough. "Cut that out!" he roared, running down the hill.

The bullies looked up, startled. They looked in front of them, at the shaky rope bridge. The hill ended in a steep cliff which could only be crossed by the old bridge. But at the moment, anything was better than Fayt's wrath.

The boy slumped to the ground as the bullies let go of him. He watched with detached interest as Fayt advanced on them, still shouting. "What do you think you're doing? He never did anything to you! You're a bunch of sniveling cowards, picking on a poor, defenseless boy."

The bullies retreated to the center of the bridge and stood, huddled together fearfully. They waited for Fayt's anger to pass.

Fayt glared at them. "Miserable slimy bastards. If I had you in my grip right now…oooh, you'd pay." Fayt stomped his foot, enraged at the lack of justice.

The ground started to shake. The peg holding one side of the bridge in place started to pull out. A rope snapped. The right side of the bridge twisted to the side. With a scream, all four boys were dropped off the bridge onto the ground far belong.

All his anger gone, Fayt stared with horror. "What have I done?" he whispered sadly.

Fayt whimpered. "How could you remind me of that? It was so traumatic for me. I had to go through six months of therapy just to convince me that it wasn't my fault."

Albel watched Fayt through half-lidded eyes. "Oh, but it was your fault. You were angry at those boys and you set out to wrong a right. You may not have planned to kill them, but you did want to punish them, driving them out onto the shaky bridge." He kissed Fayt's cheek. "A pity I wasn't there to capture you earlier and save you from those wasted six months."

Albel crawled on top of Fayt and began kissing him passionately, frantically. "I love a man who takes action," Albel purred. "Standing up himself and his friends."

Fayt felt suddenly weak with Albel's onslaught of kisses. Albel was kissing him like Fayt might leave any moment. Fayt vaguely recalled something like this in a movie. Guy saves girl. Girl leaps on guy and starts kissing him as if she couldn't live without him, as if he were the very air she breathed. Just like Albel was doing to him. Fayt felt Albel was rewarding him for something, but Fayt didn't feel like he had done anything remarkable.

"What's all this for?" Fayt muttered.

Albel paused and sighed. He nuzzled against Fayt's cheek before speaking again. "I'm very grateful to you, Fayt. I'm the boy you stood up for."

"What?!" Fayt exploded. "But-but that's impossible! You're older than me."

"Yes," Albel acknowledged. "By about two or three years. I was seventeen then, although I didn't look like it. I was small for my age and malnourished. I was living all by myself and I didn't have much money for food." He kissed Fayt again. "You probably saved my life."

"I saved a murderer," Fayt said bleakly. "I've created a monster."

"Oh no," Albel assured him. 'I didn't learn to kill from watching you. I had killed my dad before I ever met you. But, without you, I would probably have become swallowed in apathy. But you gave me the will to live. I wasn't going to sit back and let people walk all over me. I was going to fight back."

Fayt sighed. "Because of you, I've never had a normal life."

Albel wrinkled his nose. "Because of that incident, you went on and had to become religious to atone for you 'sins'. But believe me, Fayt, religion is useless. We're sinners and some of learn to stop feeling so guilty for every little thing we do."

"So, you're proud of me for killing?" Fayt asked hesitantly.

"Of course," Albel murmured, attacking Fayt with more kisses. "They deserved it. We're perfect partners, killing the ones who don't deserve to live."

Fayt looked about ready to protest and Albel pushed his tongue into Fayt's mouth, and continued his intense bout of kissing.

Fayt panted and pulled away for air, feeling kissed senseless. But there were still a few questions in his mind. "Mine was ruled an accident," he murmured. "I can't be your partner since I don't kill on purpose."

"Oh come on," Albel growled. "What else do I have to do to prove that I love you anyway?"

Fayt ducked his head embarrassedly and reddened.

Albel grinned. "Ah, yes. That's a wonderful idea. Sex, the ultimate show of love."