Crossfire: Day One

Day One1

Place: MA, USA2

Date: 10/26/083

I never thought I would end up the way I am now. Rich and living the life of luxury. with naked women surrounding me, and yet still I am not happy. I am still the depressed little boy who day dreamed about being the hero from kindergarten. I may be a couple million dollars richer but I am still depressed. As usual I got up around six in the morning. I got up only dressed in my boxers to get some breakfast. I walked down the hallway, down the stairs, and turned into another corridor. There were six doors in the hallway. Two doors to the right and three to the left. 4

The first door was to the family room, the second to the bathroom, and the third to my kitchen. The first on the right was another bathroom and the second was just the staircase to the basement. The opening at the end of the corridor was the sixth door. It led out into my living room I used on a daily basis. I went into the third door on the left to my kitchen. The counters were white marble, the floors white cold marble. My stove was a nice glass top that covered one part of my counter the oven below it blending in with the white cabinets. The vent fan above it so all the smoke would be sucked in and out of my house. As for the refrigerator it was a pull out. there was a glass door that you had to open and pull the refrigerator. It was practically the same with all the cabinets. they were all pull outs to make the Kitchen more spacey.5

"Laura didn't make me breakfast yet." I spoke looking around. Laura is my maid who happens to loves me a little too much. Then again that was kind of my fault seeing I slept with her when I really drunk. As if on cue my little maid ran into the kitchen her hair a mess and her clothing looking like she just threw whatever on. "What is going on with you Laura?" I asked. She never looked like this around me unless we just got done with sex.6

"I'm sorry. I-I overslept and then got stuck in traffic. Not only that but I spilled coffee on me and-"7

"It's okay. Use the bathroom and clean up. I'll go take a shower upstairs, and give you a chance to start on my breakfast." I interrupted walking past her and rubbing her head. I walked back down the hallway to the stairs and up to my dreaded room that seemed to empty. 8

Now that I was more awake I could see my canopy bed covered in dark chocolate sheets on the matching four poster bed set up. My desk was in the corner of the room the same colored wood with my Black Mac computer set up and laptop. Both appeared to be on, but the screen sleeping. That reminded me I have work to finish up on another job I have to do. Oh, goody. The closet was what led to my bathroom so I don't always have to go back and forth between things to get what I want. My bedroom walls were black my curtains to my windows the same material as my sheets. I had black carpet floors simply because I hated waking up to freezing cold floors and black didn't show as many stains as a lighter carpet would.9

I stopped looking at my dull and boring room and shuffled towards the closet door. I opened the door to my closet and saw a small hallway filled with suits for his work and then the door at the end of the hallway. The first thing I saw when I opened the door was my shower that fits over twenty people, encased by the glass. Next to the Shower was my master bath that was the size of a hot tub simply because I had a lot of women over and happened to play with them.10

There was my little island that had sinks all around and a double sided mirror set up nice and sturdy. The sink counters were tan in color and had a matching fosset. All the toothbrushes and toothpaste I have bought so far were underneath the sinks, but his was in his cup in the middle of the island. My toilet was in a separate room off to the lower right corner, the door wide open. On the wall behind the island was all my daily clothing such as shoes, shirts, pants, and hats. The other wall had a long stretch of table going across it, my stereo system on it that filled my bathroom with all his music while he took a shower or bathed. I collected everything form my oldies music to new day music. Hardcore metal to class jazz. The hottest hip-hop to country. I could be very random picking techno artists such as Daft punk.11

Opening the shower door, I stepped into the glass semi-square and grabbed one of the handles, turning it so nice hot water poured down from the shower. I quickly washed off and dried, grabbing a pair of my black boxers and black baggy jeans that needed a belt so they wouldn't fall. The shirt I wore was a black t-shirt with Sasuke form the Anime show Naruto on it. I got it from an employee and found it comfortable. The show was interesting so I bought all the volumes that had came out from both Naruto and Naruto Shippudden. I grabbed some white socks and my white and black Jordan's, slipping them on and then walking downstairs. I could smell the fried eggs and bacon with toast even before I entered the corridor. Laura was good at cooking and I enjoyed eating the meal while she talked on and on about her shitty little life. The only reason I pay attention to her is because she asks questions later about what she really said.12

After that partly depressing part of my life was done I walked towards the front door and opened it, slipping on my leather biker jacket on as I opened the door. Laura of course told me to have a safe ride. Once I was done I walked over to my navy blue Lexus that sat in front of the stairs to my house. Unlocking the doors, I opened the drivers door and got in. Here we go, off to my shitty little life, again. I drove onto the highway, keeping the gear shift on auto so i wouldn't have to constantly shift the gears and pump the clutch. The car was built with a motor that was used for racing. 13

I never really bothered to memorize the name of the motor seeing that I never thought of doing any underground racing. Slipping off the highway through my daily exit and turned onto a short cut. I got to my office building in less then four minutes from going twenty over the speed limit. I parked in my usual reserved parking spot in front and locked up my car. Usually i would be all dressed up, but I am only her to pick up some papers and then off to the pharmacy for some more pain medication.14

I took the stairs not wanting to bother anyone with the elevator running up to the tenth floor and jogging to the mail office on the corner of all the little cubes of offices for everyone. I said my daily Hi's to everyone and grabbed my mail. They all seemed to be bribing mail and notices. Ignoring the mail, I went down a hall and took the elevator to the top of the building on the nineteenth floor to my penthouse and office to pick up some files about a previous project. Once I got those I went down the elevator to the tenth floor and ran down the rest of the flights. I didn't like staying in crowded places so I avoided the elevator as much as possible. The only thing I liked about the elevator is that no one could get into my office and penthouse without my code and finger print. I left the building quickly and returned to my car, getting in and leaving as quickly as possible.15

My pharmacy wasn't far from my work so it didn't take long to get there. I parked on the furthest lot away from the store and got out, walking towards CVS. Once inside I waved to my new friends i made here and went to the medicine aisle. I grabbed different pain relievers and walked up to the pharmacist to get my prescription. I gave the man my name and waited. It took about two minutes before the man got me my prescription. After that I left and went back to my car. There was a package on top of my hood. It was addressed to me. Curious I opened the box and saw case with an envelope on it. The envelope said 'Happy Birthday, Kenly.' That's right. I am turning twenty six today. That is pathetic. I can't even remember my own name.16

"So what are you?" I asked myself unlocking the case and opening and seeing a .22 pistol with bullets lining the entire case. Quickly I closed the case, locked it up and threw it in my car and looked around to look for any people near him that could have left the gift there. No one was in sight that looked suspicious. Slowly I got into the drivers seat the envelope still in my hand. I put the car in reverse and whopped it into the street, shifting gears to 3-D and dodge every stop light until I got to my house. At my house I grabbed the case and card, locked up my car and ran up the stairs to my double door entrance. The doors were already open. Odd, did Laura leave for a quick second. Quietly, I slipped through the doors and walked down the corridor with the lightest steps possible. I could hear soft voices speaking. Coming closer to the door trim I could see Laura's dead body on the floor, a giant pool of blood surrounding her. I swallowed, trying to solve the sudden dry throat of mine. Being as silent as I could be, I set the case on the on the floor and opened it, pulling out the pistol. It took me a couple minutes to figure out how to open it so I could load it, and another minute just loading it.17

Something shattered beside me and I looked to see that it was one of my antique vases I bought several months ago. My eyes widened I looked up to see a man at the opening to my living room. he held his glock in both hands and was pointing at him. The bullet had just missed me and I wasn't planning in staying in the way so he could shoot me another ten times before his clip ran out. Quickly I searched the gun for it's safety, took it off and aimed at the man. I missed as suspected, but succeeded in making the man duck back into the room. As for the other source of voice a tall chocolate skin colored man came form the room with a silver magnum that had a chain hanging from it. He shot at me only once, and it seemed to hit me right on target and I was past the corner. It was as if he was right there behind me. The bullet hit my arm and because of so much force it almost knocked me down. There was too much pain in my right arm though to even care about the falling part.18

Then she was there. A woman about five feet four the normal height with black hair that was pulled into a high ponytail and eyes that looked black. She was wearing a black turtle neck with army cargo pants and what seemed liked steel toed boots. Her perfume lingered in my nose smelling more like that Tommy Girl perfume that was meant to smell like cologne. Not only that, but she pushed me against the wall to make sure I didn't fall and grabbed the pistol from my hand. Turning on her heel she spun and shot four bullets. They all seemed to turn in direction and disappear. What the hell was going on? It was like they were in that movie called Wanted with Angelina Jolie. I wanted to speak, but as soon as I went to speak another bullet pierced the wall next to me. The woman grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and ran to the front exit, practically throwing me out of my own house. More shots came from the house, and not even a second later the woman came out with the case that held the gun and slammed the door shut.19

"Get up already!" the woman scolded him as she nearly ran past me. I quickly stood, the pain shooting further down my arm. If I wanted to stay alive I had to follow this woman and I didn't feel like being target practice. She had the keys to my Lexus and had the passenger door opened and ready for me. The woman was already sitting in the drivers seat, taking off once I sat down. The door slammed on its own accord as she skitted out of the driveway and onto the street. I could see she was shifting gears form seconds to third or was it third to fourth. I didn't know which really for i was too busy looking at the review mirror. "Did you not read the damned card before you went into the house," the girl shouted at him.20

"Wait what?" I asked in disbelief.21

"You didn't. you idiot you should have read the card before even taking off from CVS." The woman spoke stepping on the clutch and shifting gears once more. We went faster and faster still, my heart feeling like it was about to come out of my chest. than I realized that this woman was mad because of a damned card instead of the fact that he was nearly killed in my own home.22

"I-I was almost killed and yet you care more about the damned card!" he said in shock. 23

"Are you in not crazy woman!" he shouted.24

"You wouldn't have gotten shot if you didn't read the card!" She spoke just as the back window shattered and glass covered the backseat and some of the front car. My beautiful car was being treated like shit. "Shit!" she yelled looking behind her. She turned the car wheel around and spun the car in a half donut, steeling another route and almost crashing into an empty police car. The left side mirror of my car broke off in result25

"Hello my car!" I reminded her not want any further damage to be done.26

"What is more important, your life or your car?" the woman asked turning once again when more bullets were fired at my car and the other side mirror was taken out. I said the one lie.27

"My car! Do you know how much money these babies cost?" I exaggerated of course but oh well. The woman made a noise of disgust and yet again stepped on the clutch and shifted gears. More bullets were fired, but this time one was not even and inch away from blowing my ear off. I could hear myself swear loudly as another one almost hit my left arm. 28

"Take the wheel." The woman mumbled.29

"What?" I asked knowing what she said already.30

"Sit your ass here and drive the damned car!" She yelled at me. I quickly shuffled over the seat and sat in the drivers seat as the woman sat on the ledge of the window, a gun in her left hand. "Don't put it in auto. you know how to drive stick shift right?" I answered yes but no loudly for I was too busy trying to avoid other cars while keeping up with the speed. I could hear her fire bullets at the people behind us. Not only that from the review mirror I could see the black Escalade driving into other cars and shoving them out of the way as if the cars were nothing.31

"Holy Shit." I said to myself stepping on the clutch a little to early and shifting the gears. I turned onto Avery street and skid past the street in the left lane for about a minute or so, but then back into the right lane as I should be in. I would have drove better if it wasn't for the woman's legs hooked onto my good arm, making me have to use my injured arm. Ignoring the pain some more I tried to avoid hitting a police car that had someone in, but only succeeded in hitting the back bumper of the car and causing a great flare of sirens and blue and red lights. giving myself a mental kick I stomped on the clutch and shifted gears again, the speed of the car increasing as my adrenaline kicked in and I began to feel a little excited. 32

The Escalade behind us, slammed into the police car, causing the police car to flip and the Escalade to skid, eventually ending up on its side. One problem down, who knows how many more i need to deal with. My dead maid, my destroyed house, my totaled car, and now my bleeding arm from the bullets which I almost forgot about. Mostly because I was losing feeling in my arm and only was able to move it, not feel it. The woman slid back into the car, setting herself on my lap and pushing my arms aside so she could place one hand on the steering wheel and one of the stick shift. She pushed me closer to the to seat, eventually grabbing the lever to pull the seat back so she had more room.33

"So are going to tell me what the hell this is all about?" I asked her. She seemed to be ignoring him. "Hello?" I said, poking the back of her neck with my index finger.34

"Shut up and leave me alone." She shot at me. I did, but i wasn't feeling any better. My arm still had no feeling the entire ride. That wasn't the only thing. The woman's pretty little butt was ground tight against my cock. It was torture not being able to touch her without her screaming at me to leave her alone. I wanted some relief, but I also wanted some explanation. About an hour passed and I got over needing relief, but I still wanted to know what the hell was going on. At least she stopped driving so fast. My car still attracted attention from the damage done to it and I wasn't really liking the publicity.35

We arrived at some abandoned warehouse where the woman finally removed herself from my lap, and dragged me along towards the warehouse, through the halls, down an elevator, and through some other tunnel with hazard lights going on and off. I didn't bother to question, just followed curious to where she was taking me. As we neared a door I could hear music playing. "Hey mama," from Black Eyed Peas. She lead me through the door where there was a giant office that had two floors, walkways and small stations for the second floor and the walkways were see through at that. The woman brought me away from that room and towards a room with double doors. She pushed one open and shoved me through it. I almost stumbled, but caught my balance. The room had white-washed walls and some stainless steel counters with an examination table that people would lay out on.36

"Sit down." The woman demanded. I obliged and sat myself on the examination table. The woman went through see through cabinets and pulled out gauze's along with needles and medical tape. Also along with her butterfly knife that just happened to be in her pocket. It was nice to know I was in some unknown place with a woman who for I all I know could be some psychotic person who wanted to kill me more than the other people rather than save me from them. "Kenly, right?" she asked.37

"Yeah." When she didn't reply I went on. "Who were those people?" I asked trying to get her attention. She just ignored me, pulling my jacket off my bad arm and using the knife to cute giant hole in my shirt where the bullet pierced. I was just about to say something else when she stuck the knife in my arm and began digging. I hissed in pain, leaning backward away from her.38

"Stay still!" She shouted at me.39

"Than answer my question." I shot back at her standing up in front of her. I towered her petite body at the height six feet four. 40

"They were men from Javon's mafia. they were sent to kill as you could see." The woman said shoving me into the table. For someone who looked so weak she was pretty strong. "Now sit your ass down unless you want that bullet to stay in your arm." I obliged, wanting that bullet out form under my skin as soon as possible. The knife hurt as she stuck it n my arm again to dig out the bullet. The bullet fell to the table with a small clanking noise and the woman just grabbed it examining it. I saw that the bullet had a drawing design on it. From where I was I couldn't see the exact details of the bullet, but it looked pretty intricate in its design from my view. 41

"So um, what is your name?" I asked trying to start a conversation. She just looked at him and set the bullet on a tray close to her. She just walked back over to the cabinets and began to go through them pulling out a brown bottle. She opened it while she walked back over to me. I knew that the stuff was alcohol, but I just didn't know the name of it. "Hello?"42

"What?" She said on a growl.43

"Your name is?" I repeated.44

"It is Paramore." She replied as she poured the clear liquid onto a gauze and began cleaning my wound. It stung and slightly burned after she cleaned it. That is when she pulled the knife back and stuck it back into my wound. I grimaced as more pain came. 45

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She finished up with my wound about fifteen minutes later, and dragged me back to that giant room. I looked around me, seeing all the people staring at me. Or were they staring at Paramore? Paramore pulled me along ignoring all the people, walking until we were at the front of the room where a large monitor took up the entire wall visible. At the moment they seemed to be looking up his files, is family, accident, hospital injuries, and everything. I stood there staring up at the screen wondering what these people wanted from me.47

"Dr. Kanjar," Paramore spoke. I looked over to see a tall man with white hair and blue eyes that looked a little to light to be real. They showed ages and ages the man had been through, and for some reason I could see his entire past. It led all the way down to the year 400 B.C. I was bull shitted. There was no way in hell that man could be that old, and there should be no way in hell for me to be able to see into someone's past either. "You wanted me to save Kenly Jackson?"48

"Yes, thank you Paramore." He spoke. She sat on the desk of some work office and looked at me waiting for me to say something, but the man beat me to it. "I see you have already came in contact with Javon's men?"49

"Yeah," I muttered remembering how they destroyed my house. It would take thousands of dollars to replace all of it. Most the stuff I had in that house was given as a gift and that is what pissed me off the most. I had gifts from my mother who is now dead, my friends, and co-workers who I owe a lot to for building up my company. Not only that, but how was I suppose to tell what happened to Laura to her parents. They would be heartbroken to find out it was because of me.50

"Don't feel so upset about that. We are taking care of all that this instant. Your house is being cleaned up and items are being replaced. As for personal items like your computer, everything was transported to Paramores computer and erased from the hard drive in your laptop and computer." Dr. Kanjar spoke. He could read my mind? "Yes I can, but only because you are transmitting them publicly like humans. We can teach you how to keep them to yourself." The man replied. This was going to be confusing. How was I going to keep my personal thoughts from transmitting to everyone in the meantime? The doctor laughed, coughing a couple times into his hand. "Well, I bet you are wondering what we are." The man said. I nodded and listened to is explanation.51

"We are a super being mostly known as vampires and lycans." I wanted to ask him a question, but he cut me off, "No we do not go along with those myths. We are not blood thirsty monsters unlike Javon. We choose to live like civil beings among those human. As for our abilities we can shift forms to animals, lift a hundred times our weight, and are impossibly fast. Along with those abilities gives us ones such as seeing into the pasts of others, reading ones mind, bending bullets, and such. Some of us have a variety of those powers. Those who do are not just regular sup beings but beings call the Omegas. Then there are the ones who are to please the Omegas called Kanezers. Most Omegas are males, but some have been females. They are the ultimate beings that actually have to feed off blood. That is why the Kanezars were created. To satisfy psychical and mental needs along with relief and thirst.52

"We are many." He said. What about Javon's mafia though? "Javon is no Omega, but thinks of himself as one, killing people for their flesh and blood. He has been corrupted with evil. As for you Sir. You are an Omega. He wants to have your flesh and blood before you fully understand what you are."53

"Wait hold on there buddy. You said Omegas have to drink blood. I haven't done that. That is disgusting." I said with disgust. I ate a lot of rare meet, but that was about it.54

"It doesn't have to be human blood or blood of the Kanezer. It can be blood from the very meat you eat." Dr. Kanjar spoke calmly. "And seeing from how pale you look I think you need to some blood. Paramore you know what to do. You can explain the rest to him if he wants to know anything more." Paramore stood up and grabbed my arm, dragging me to an elevator and shoving me inside it.55

"This shit is all happening to fast." I began looking around the elevator. Paramor just forced him to face the other side of the elevator where there another door. The door opened on the tenth floor to show me a dark room with the open living room as a window. Paramore flicked a switch and deep red furniture appeared along with a widescreen TV that was hooked up to the wall, the systems below it in a glass cabinet. "Holy crap." I whispered looking around at all the weapons that were spread out on the floor and tables. I walked into the penthouse and saw the kitchen. It was filled with liquor of all kinds. Vodka, Whiskey, Red and White wine, and actual Sake. The others I had no idea what they were besides Mojito. 56

"I share this Penthouse with other people so that is what the mess is about. Follow me." Paramore spoke walking towards a staircase. On the second floor was another really big room that had doors aligning them. The doors had signs with names and some had three or two names. I really wasn't paying attention to the doors honestly but what was in the middle of the big room. Tables in the middle, some pool tables, some blackjack or poker, and others just plane tables. There yet another bar with more liquor off the corner. "Hey!" Paramore snapped, my head following the direction in which her voice came from. She was opening a door that just had her name on it. I guess she doesn't share. I walked up to her door and she shoved me inside. I stumbled a few times, tripping once and hitting the hardwood of her bed. I grunted and stood slowly.57

She told me to sit on her bed so I did. It was a queen sized bed on a platform of smooth hardwood. That is when she began pulling off her the turtle neck she was wearing to expose her upper body and navy blue bio-lift bra from Victoria's secret. Paramore fixed her hair after throwing the sweater to the side and then pulled out a tank top from her dresser. I went to asked why she was changing when she tilted me head backward and told me to open my mouth. I did and she examined my mouth. She left my face alone and pulled out her butterfly she had used on him. She had made sure to clean it with disinfecting soap and then drying it off. Now she was cutting a thin line from the beginning of her wrist to an inch under it.58

"What are you doing?" I snapped getting up and grabbing the knife from her hands. She growled at me, but I ignored and began looking at her wrist. "Why would you cut yourself like that?" I asked searching to see if the wound was too deep or not. Paramore brought her wrist up into my face, the heavy sent of blood catching my nose.59

"You know you want the blood." Paramore whispered coming closer to me. I grabbed her wrist and put it away from me, but that didn't stop Paramore from coming closer. "Drink the blood. You need it." She said pressing herself into him.60

"I can't. I'll hurt you." I replied. I had nowhere to escape from her. The bed blocked two of his exits, and Paramore was blocking his other ones.61

"I am made for this kind of thing. I am built to endure the pain." She spoke shoving me towards the bed. I would say I don't have any kind of balance seeing that I can get knocked down easily. I fell onto the bed, my hands shot out behind me to keep me in a sitting position.62

"Kanezer," I whispered. She nodded and used her finger to wipe some of the blood from the cut on her wrist. She placed her hand on my mouth, the blood coming off on my lips. Already I could taste the sweet flavor of her blood.63

"You need blood. The more you hold it off the more aggressive you will be with anyone that has blood." Paramore spoke. Anyone? I don't want to hurt anyone because of some thirst. She slipped her finger in my mouth and more of the blood wiped off on to my tongue. I couldn't help it. I grabbed her hand out of my mouth, pulled her onto me, and bit into her neck. I could hear her cry out in pain and grab onto my shoulders, but my body seemed to be on autopilot. I drank from her neck, the sweet liquid. The more I drank the better I felt. I shifted position so I was on top of Paramore, my body in-between her legs, my hands feeling her sides. 64

"Kenly, stop." She wined, her hands grabbing mine. It was obvious she wanted me to stop touching her, but I wanted to have something nice to feel while I drank.65

Hands twisted in my hair and pulled. I could tell it was Paramore's hand from the feel of the ring on her left hand. Ignoring it, I yanked her tank top up to expose skin and that bra again. I felt her stomach and then moved on to toying with her breasts. A gasp escaped Paramore's lip as I played. I stopped drinking from her only so I could press my lips to hers. I didn't wait for her to oblige, I forced her mouth open and invaded her mouth with my tongue.66

Just as I was getting lost in the moment something grabbed my shirt and pulled, no more like yanked me off Paramore. I slammed into the wall with a loud bang. I looked first see leather shitkickers with buckles that had skulls on them. The next was leather pants that looked more like skinny jeans. The next was a biker jacket that was open in the front to show me the view of the man’s eight pack. That body went along with a face you would probably only see on those models in Hollywood. The man had shoulder length black hair with sunglasses on that were way to dark for me to even get a glimpse of what his eye color was. His nose had a stud in it. The punk was a giant standing at six feet and eight inches.67

"You should never handle a women the way you just did. Just because you are an Omega doesn't give you the right to force women into something they don't want to. Especially when the woman isn't at her full strength." The man spoke. I thought Kanezers were suppose to please the Omegas. Then again she was the one that coaxed him into biting her. The man turned to Paramore who was breathing heavily as she was now in her sitting position. "All you alright Paramore?" Paramore nodded. She felt her neck where I had bitten her.68

"Sin it is okay. This is his first time actually drinking from a person." Paramore was defending me even for what I was trying to do to her. I looked at the man, Sin. He still looked angry in a weird sort of way. "Sin this is Kenly. I just saved his ass today. Kenly this Sin, a very old Omega." She added.69

"All I know, Kenly, is that you better not try and force Paramore into doing anything for you after she has fed an Omega. I'll personally come over here and rip your throat out." With that Sin said his goodnights to Paramore and then left the room. I whistled and stood up, getting use to the pain in my back from the impact.70

"You are going to sleep on the futon. If you try anything when I go to sleep I will fix you like a dog." She threatened and got off the bed, stumbling a couple of times. She disappeared into the bathroom. I could hear the shower turning on and let out a sigh deciding to just go along with all this crap, walking over to the futon and opening it to lay down. I slipped my shoes off and shirt and than opened my belt to get comfrotable. Stretching on the futon I got crossed my arms behind my head and closed me eyes, trying to fall asleep.71

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I was in a blizzard with Paramore, dressed in a heavy coat and thick slacks that kept my legs warm, my head covered by a hat, my face by a my turtle neck I wore under the coat, and my ears by the earmuffs. Paramore was wearing something similar, but her hood was up blocking her face from me. How did I know it was her then. For some odd reason I could tell it was, by the way she walked, and by the way she breathed. The one thing I didn't know was where we were. We just kept walking, not stopping till we reached a cave blocked by ice. That is also where Paramore spoke to me.73

"We are going to stay here for the night." She spoke going behind the ice. I followed her, coming into an empty room. There was nothing but cold stone floor and lots of broken branches. Paramore dropped her bag and crouched down, opening the bag and pulling out some lighter fluid and matches. "Put you stuff down and collect anything flammable." Paramore ordered. I obliged collecting sticks and twigs and such. When I came back I found Paramore making a circle with rocks. "Good. Set those in the circle." I did and set got a fire running. I still looked for anything usable to feed the fire, going deeper and deeper into the cave. I came back with thicker branches wondering why they were even there.74

Hours later Paramore and myself were talking about various things, sitting on a large comforter that was more like a sleeping bag but unzipped. At the moment they were talking about their childhoods. "My father was the biggest asshole on the block. He constantly came home drunk, hit my mom and spat on me, telling me how worthless I was. I never really knew why. Was it because he was jealous? Was it because his father acted the same way as himself and he didn't want me to have an easy life? I never really knew why exactly he did it for."75

"Someone should have shoved a stick up his ass, maybe then he can think straight." Paramore spoke looking at him.76

"Nah. Everyone just felt bad for him." I said. I watched as the fire turned colors slightly to blue, and then sparked here and there. I turned my head towards Paramore and asked, "So what about you?"77

"I grew up alone. My parents didn't care, they neglected me and scolded me for various things like why they don't have food on the table every night, or why their marriage was hell." She began. "I remember one time my dad came home with a gun and thought to screw with us. He asked my mom who he should kill first, her or me. Of course she said me, so my dad said 'What kind of mother are you?' He shot her in the eye. Me.....He just left me alone and put the gun in his mouth.78

"When I saw him pull the trigger I felt nothing. I was emotionally detached from them, not caring about them." Paramore spoke. She chuckled, and yet I found nothing funny toward the situation. "After all that I was sent to the foster home. Made friends with animals and tortured the teachers at the home. They all hated me and I hated them all. Not once did I ever get what I deserved or what I wanted."79

"No one does." I replied. It seemed to anger her.80

"You are the richest man in the world right now. You can get whatever you want whenever you want!" She snapped shoving me.81

"Not everything." I countered calmly. Paramore went to hit me, but I dodged, grabbing her arms and pulling her to me. "Not everything," I repeated, taking full possession of her lips. She was still and non compliant at first, but then grew hungry with passion, her arms wrapping my neck. I enjoyed the taste of her. The very feel of her body, as I pulled off her coat, and felt up her turtle neck and undershirts. Her skin was warm against my cold fingers. I could feel Paramore grab at my coat pulling at it until I stopped touching her and pulled the damned thing off. She grabbed greedily at the rest of my clothing, pulling at my turtleneck. I removed that and she went after the t-shirt I had below. The next was my tank top.82

"Why do you do this to me?" Paramore asked on a whisper, kissing me fiercely, pulling at my hair, demanding me to let her be the aggressive one. I don't think so. I pulled her back from me, hearing her groan in disappoint. I shoved her off me and onto her back, taking possession of her lips once again. I was the one pulling this time and she let me, arching into my touch as I slipped my hands under the shirts, touching her breasts. She pushed me backwards with her hands grabbing and pulling her shirts off while I helped. I practically tore the last tank top that was on her body, nothing but instinct guiding me.83

"I don't know, but I want you so badly. I need you." I spoke without thought, undoing the belt and buttons on Paramore's pants. I could hear her gasps of pleasure as I nibbled my way down her neck, licking her skin up to jaw and nibbling there a couple of times. I could feel her tremble as my free hand slid beneath the waistband of her panties, rubbing her.84

"Oh dear God." She let out on another gasp. I grinned, feeling how wet she was there. 85

Something hit me outside the head. I woke with the pain ricocheting from my skull down my spine. My eyes widened when I felt my body being lifted off the futon. It was the big man, Sin. He didn't have his sunglasses on so I could see his fierce silver blue eyes staring angrily at me. As soon as I was about to speak the big man slammed my back into the wall and lifted me higher off my feet. "What the hell did I do?" I asked not wanting any more pain in my back.86

"Your fucking dreams disturb me and Paramore." Sin replied. They saw my dreams. Holy son of God. I thought only my thoughts were visible, not my dreams too. Of course I didn't feel embarrassed at the fact I was having an awesome wet dream, but from where I was I could see Paramore's flush face. So she wasn't the tough chick who could kill you after all. She wore just her bra and than her loose black plaid pajama buttons that had Skello kitty on them. "Do you not know how to keep your dreams to yourself?" Sin asked angrily.87

"I never even knew you guys could frickin’ see them. It isn't my fault that I never knew how to use any of my abilities." I shot at him.88

"Yeah, but you could have dreamed about something less intimidating for most the women in this penthouse." Another voice spoke. A man came from the shadows and ordered Sin to put me down. He did, but not lightly. "I find it funny how some of the women were just upset that it wasn't about them. Poor Paramore here was stuck in the dream with you and couldn't seem to wake her up until I did with my powers." The man wore a black polo shirt open at the collar, his black trousers seemed to fit him snuggly. He.....again looked like someone meant for Hollywood, his dark blond hair seemed to be a little shorter than Sin's, but his face was well sculpted and placed in just the right places to make women swoon and follow. I knew because that was exactly what I got for letting one of my ex-girlfriends forcing me to read romance novels and actually think of the weirdest crap.89

"Who the hell are you?" I asked standing slowly.90

"I am Damien. Pleasure to meet you." The man spoke. Now that I thought about it all these people wore was black. I was starting to hate the color now. They could at least attempt to put more color into their style for once. "I hope you learn to block your dreams and thoughts, at least to those who don't live in this room," Damien spoke casting a glance towards Paramore. She glared back at him with the look that could kill. Literally. He just laughed and left the room, Sin following.91