A/N: It's been a while, yes. I just don't know what to write. Enjoy and please review.

A few hours later, I woke with a start. I knew my eyes were black. My body was screaming in pain and I realised I was grasping something. There was a small whimper beside me and that's when I knew. I was gripping Jeff's wrist, tightly. It was definitely going to bruise and it was bleeding from where I dug my nails in. He was staring wide-eyed at me and I felt my eyes change back. I backed to the corner of my room, taking a good look at the blonde. He had been crying, but not because of the unbearable pain, he was worried. His face was red and his eyes were puffy, he rested his wrist lightly in his hand, still staring at me.

"Jeff, I can ex-"

"What are y-you?" Jeff asked, obviously scared.

I turned away. I couldn't face him like this, "I'm a human... A human like you"

The blonde shook his head, "You aren't though... I saw your eyes"

"Jeff..." Nick sighed, "I am one hundred and seventeen years old..."

The blondes eyes, if it were even possible, widened more, "W-What?"

"I was born on the eighteenth of November, 1894," Nick whispered, "Nicholas James Duval. I was... I was changed into a demon on the eleventh of March, 1912... I was out for one hundred years."

"Don't lie!" Jeff burst out, "I h-hate people lying!"

"I'm not lying! Come with me to the library, we might be able to get some old records..." Nick said, helping Jeff up, "Let me fix this first" eyeing the blonde's wrist.

(*)

I was reading through old newspapers and articles from my time, finding one from my school, the year it burnt down. All the students – a total of thirty – were asked to stand out the front of the rubble for a picture. I was fifteen.

"There!" I exclaimed, finding my tiny frame. I was away from everyone else, no one wanted to stand with me, "Read the text, it says Nick Duval"

"You're so small" Jeff whispered

"Yeah, I actually only got muscles when I was transformed into... well whatever I am."

I looked through some more newspapers and my hands stopped moving. It was an article from the day I was abducted.

Mother kills self over dead son.

Merrianne Lucian-Duval commited suicide after finding her sons body abandoned by the Kerran Lake. It is unknown how he (Nicholas Duval) died and officers have given up. There are no visible wounds or abnormalities and no sign the victim drowned or had a heart attack. His death will remain a mystery. He is to be buried in the Duval fields, a cross has been made by his family in memory.

"Oh g-god..." I wispered, feeling Jeff's gaze on me. I handed him the article.

"Duval fields..." Jeff muttered, "That's near my house! That... That cross is for you?"

I gulped, "Is there anything there?"

"Framed stuff, I've never been close enough to see it"

"Can we see it?" I asked desperately, a tear escaping my eye.

"Of course Nicky," Nicky, that was new, "This weekend"