My classes started back up, so my updating will be kinda scarce (unless I can find the free time (and avoid doing my homework for as long as possible))

I hope this one is good!

For Dominus Trinus 13 (who gave me the idea of this one) & TrampledRose (who requested the same type of monster!)

Updated: 08/31/2013

…

Benny glanced at his phone, re-reading the text message that he had received from his boyfriend. They were supposed to meet up at the amusement park one town over, but Ethan was late. Ethan was never late for when they wanted to meet up. Glancing at his watch, he sighed. Ethan was already nearing 20 minutes late. He made himself as comfy as possible on the hard bench as he waited for his boyfriend, who may not show up at all.

"Benny!" Benny looked up and a smile graced his face as he saw Ethan hurry towards him. His smile fell though as he realized there was something different about him; he couldn't be sure, but there was definitely something.

"Ethan…" he said as he reached him. Ethan cocked his head to the side and eyed Benny.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing… there's just…something different about you." Ethan's smile faltered just a bit, but then it widened.

"There's nothing wrong with me," Ethan said, bringing his hand up to Benny's face. "You worry too much."

Benny chuckled and followed his boyfriend into the amusement park; in the back of his mind though, there was still that nagging feeling that something wasn't right.

If only he knew how right that feeling was.

…

~Flashback~

Ethan had arrived early at the park, hoping to surprise Benny with a kiss before they could enjoy the day together.

But, while he was waiting, a soft voice had cried out to him.

"Hello young man. Please, come into my tent." Looking around, he found a tent that must be one the voice was talking about. Moving towards it, he noticed that there was an eye attached to the front of it. "Hello young man," a voice said as he walked in. An old woman with milky eyes and papery, translucent skin was sitting at small table. She smiled and waved him towards her. "Please, come closer."

"Are you-"

"Blind? Yes I am young man," she said with a chuckle. "But just because I'm blind doesn't mean I don't see." She smiled at him and then laughed again. "You are an extraordinary young man are you not?"

"Uhhh…."

"Yes, yes you are…" she crooned, placing one pale hand against her cheek. "I do love extraordinary so…" He gulped nervously and made to get up. "Please don't go. We haven't got to know each other yet."

"There's really nothing to know."

"Isn't there, Ethan?" He stilled at his name.

"How did-"

"I know so much… But not enough. My powers are growing weaker every day… Yet you are in the prime of your life…"

"Not really…"

"You are what, 16, 17? You have so much life ahead of you… While I am dying ever so slowly… This is for your own good Ethan. I'm so sorry to have to do this to you, but I need this. I need you."

Ethan gasped as he scrambled to get out of the tent; but when he turned to the entryway, there he was, staring back at him; same hair, same eyes, same face…

"What's going on?" With a sadistic grin etched on his face, he was tackled to the ground and knocked out.

~End Flashback~

…

Benny followed Ethan around the park, their hands interlocked the whole time. The day passed surprisingly quickly for the both of them, and before they knew it, dusk was beginning to fall.

They would be leaving soon as the park began to get ready to shut down for the night. Benny wanted at least one more ride before they left, so the pair of them hurried around, trying to get in as much fun as possible.

Benny and Ethan had somehow gotten separated though. So, Benny wandered around, trying to find him.

He only stopped when he reached a tattered tent with an etching of an eye on it. In front of the tent was an elderly man, who was sitting in a wheelchair, not looking at anything. He seemed to sense someone nearby though. He looked up, his blank gray eyes searching for something; Benny stared at him, surprised when his chest burned and a blush began to creep up to his cheeks.

He felt as if he knew this old man.

But how was that possible?

"Hello young man," a beautiful voice that sounded like bells rang out to him. He turned and found a stunningly beautiful young woman standing in the entryway to the tent. Her hair was a beautiful chocolate brown that fell in soft waves down her back, and her eyes were a deep, warm brown that sparkled at him.

When she spoke, Benny had turned to face her, so he didn't get to see the old man who sat out by her tent start and look around feverishly, trying to find who she was talking to.

"Hello…" he got out, staring at her as if he had never seen a woman before. She chuckled and beckoned him forward with her finger.

"Come in," she said, turning and disappearing into the tent. He made to follow when a papery hand gripped his arm. He looked down to see the old man staring at him with his wide, pale gray eyes.

"Can I help you?" Benny asked, suddenly disgusted by the old man who had a feather-light grip on his arm. The man nodded feverishly and gripped tighter. "What do you want?!"

"H-elp," he got out with difficulty, making Benny stumble away from in shock.

He would know that voice anywhere.

"Ethan?" he whispered to the old man, who nodded feverishly. "What-"

"Benny!" Benny whirled around to see Ethan striding towards him, a relieved look on his face. "I was worried you left without me!" Benny looked at Ethan then back to the old man, whose blank eyes looked like they were pleading with him. Ethan saw the old man and a look of disgust came upon his face. "Who's the geezer?" Benny looked away from the withered man to Ethan, surprised; Ethan never talked about people that way.

"I…don't know. He's just sitting out here." Ethan rolled his eyes and popped his head into the tent.

"Hey lady, your old man is bothering my boyfriend and me!"

"I'm sorry," the lady said, reappearing in the doorway. "Let me bring him inside, away from the guests." With that, she grabbed the handle of his chair and pushed him into the tent; he peeked over the side and watched Benny with his pale eyes, a look of fear covering his face.

Whoever this man was, he was terrified.

"Come on Benny, let's get going," Ethan said, tugging on Benny's wrist. With one last look at the darkening tent, he let himself be led away.

He couldn't get over how much that man had sounded like Ethan though.

And as he followed his boyfriend through the darkening park and thinning crowds, he began to wonder if that was really Ethan that was dragging him around.

But he was going to find out.

"Hey Ethan," Benny said, stopping so Ethan would stop too. Ethan turned and gave him a big grin.

"What?"

"…When was our first kiss?" Ethan's face blanked of everything before he shook his head.

"Uhh… oh this is embarrassing," Ethan said, a light blush painting his cheeks. "I don't remember." Benny bit his lip and nodded.

Ethan and he hadn't had their kiss yet.

"Listen, uhh, why don't you go and wait for the bus. I think I dropped my wallet. I'm gonna retrace my steps."

"I'll come with you!"

"No, that's fine. Won't do us any good if we both miss the bus," Benny said, squeezing Ethan's hand. Ethan thought that over and nodded.

"Okay, I'll see you in a few minutes right?"

"Yeah. Few minutes," Benny said, turning quickly and hurrying away, heading straight towards the tent; Ethan narrowed his eyes as he watched him go before he turned and hurried off in a different direction, a determined look on his face.

…

As Benny approached the tent, he looked over his shoulder; there was no one there, yet he felt like someone was watching him. Turning back around, he entered the dark tent, looking around. There was a lone lantern that cast a grim light around the place. Shoved in a corner was the old man, a tattered patchwork quilt thrown over him.

"Excuse me," Benny said quietly, making the man look up, his face betraying his shock. Benny looked around and grabbed a folding chair, bringing it so he could sit next to the man. "Who are you?" The man looked towards him, his face sad. Raising a shaking hand, he stretched as far as he could towards Benny, face pleading. Benny placed his hand in the man's, only to hear a shrill, ear-shattering screech in his head.

"Benny!"

"What was that?!" he asked, yanking his hand away and staring at the guy, who just shook his head sadly. "Are you…" He couldn't finish the sentence, but the man nodded feverishly. "But… what happened? I spent all day with…" The man held out his hand again, and Benny placed his shaking hand into his, only to hear that screech once again.

"Imposter!"

"Imposter…" The man nodded. "But how?" The man held out his again, and this time Benny didn't hesitate to place his on it.

"Stole."

"Stole what?" Benny asked, not taking his hand away. The man squeezed his hand and Benny heard it again.

"Visions."

"…Visions… Did someone take your powers?" The man nodded and Benny winced. "Who did this to you?" His hand was squeezed again.

"Woman."

"The woman…"

"Yes, me," a high voice called, making Benny drop the old man's hand and turn around. Standing in the entrance was the woman he had saw earlier, and standing beside her was Ethan, his eyes boring into Benny's. "Why are you bothering this gentleman?" She asked, striding into the tent as Ethan closed the flap behind her.

"Who are you?"

"Does that matter?" she asked, her voice turning harsh. "You need to leave Benjamin. Before things turn from bad, to worse."

"What did you do to Ethan?"

"Nothing. Ethan is right here," she said, placing a hand on Ethan's shoulder. As Ethan and the woman stood together, Benny saw the resemble between them.

No wonder he had thought the woman was beautiful.

She looked like Ethan.

"That's not Ethan. It might look and sound like Ethan, but it's not." Her eyes narrowed, as did Ethan's. The old man watched them with fear in his eyes before grasping Benny's wrist.

"Careful." He looked at the man, who stared at him with his gray eyes.

"I will be," he whispered, and the man smiled finally.

And Benny would know that smile anywhere.

"Ethan."

And the man smiled again as he tightened his grip on Benny's wrist.

"Benny."

He looked at the lady and Ethan again, his eyes hardening at them.

"Who are you? What did you do to Ethan?" The woman sighed and glared at Benny.

"You should've dropped it."

"Not till I get my Ethan back."

"What, I'm not good enough?" Ethan asked, pouting at Benny. "I look like Ethan. I sound like Ethan. I have most of his memories. I know about you, his family, his friends. Why am I not good enough?"

"Because you're not him. This is him," Benny said, indicating the old man.

"Not anymore," she jeered at him, making him round on her. "He'll be dead before midnight."

"What?!" She laughed at him.

"I was old, and withered, just like him. But when he entered my tent this morning, I saw my chance. My powers were fading, I was dying… But then a young man with powers like my own… I had to take it! And look at me! I'm young again, with new powers and stronger than ever! I'M NOT GOING TO LET YOU TAKE THIS FROM ME!"

The Ethan who was standing next to the lady looked at Benny before looking at her.

"I can't stand by and let you hurt these two kids!" Ethan cried, moving to stand next to the older one and Benny. She gaped at him and shook her head.

"You belong to me! You can't just switch sides like that!"

"Watch me," he said, pushing her down and reaching across the room, grabbing a bottle off a shelf. "Drink this once you're out of the park," he told the older Ethan before turning to Benny. "Get him out of here. I'll hold her off."

"Why are you helping us?" Benny asked him, making this Ethan smile sadly.

"I got his emotions when she took his youth. It feels right helping you."

"What are you?"

"A shapeshifter. Now go, quickly."

"Thank you." He nodded and hurriedly pushed Ethan out of the tent, running through the now empty park towards the front gate as they heard loud screaming behind them. Benny ran as fast as he could without jostling the older Ethan, who clutched the bottle tightly in his withered hands. Benny stopped as soon as they were outside the gates. Ethan looked at him and held out the bottle; Benny grabbed it and opened it before helping Ethan drink it. Ethan let out a strangled cry and fell to the ground, his body twisting.

"Ethan!" Benny watched as Ethan shook and twisted before stilling; Benny watched as the white hair turned brown, the wrinkled skin smoothed, and the milky eyes turn warm brown again. "Ethan," Benny muttered breathlessly as another cry broke through the silent sky. Ethan blinked and smiled tiredly at him.

"Benny."

…

Benny had gotten a weakened Ethan home and in bed finally. He had gotten ready to leave when Ethan grabbed his hand.

"Benny."

"Yeah?"

"Can I get a damn kiss before our next date tries to kill me?" Benny chuckled and sat on the edge of Ethan's bed.

"Gladly."

Ethan smiled and leaned up while Benny leaned down.

And finally, their lips touched in a blissful first kiss.

…

Aww, finally!

And I know, this story kinda sucked. Sorry for that!

But thanks for reading anyways!

See you soon!

-JustMe133