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*Aiden's POV*

"You have to try harder!"

"I'm working on it! This would be a hell of a lot easier if I knew what I was supposed to remember, Paul!"

"If I told you, you wouldn't have to remember!"

I couldn't take it any more. Getting up from my chair, I left the room he had dragged me into and headed for my new bedroom.

"You needed to eat."

Alec's voice floated through the air, just behind the door I was about to open. He hadn't stopped pressuring me about it, and to be honest, it was pissing me off.

"I already told you, I'm not killing anyone."

"You don't have a choice, now. Either kill and drink, or die."

Punching the door in front of me, I let out a deep growl of frustrsion and ignored Alec's comments about destroying the house.

I normally always had control over my temper, but lately, even the smallest things would have me swinging in rage. Everyone kept telling me I would be back to normal if I just ate. But I knew they were wrong.

I would never be normal again. My life had ended, and now I'm forced to end others if I wished to continue with my second life.

How am I supposed to drink someones blood, when the very sight of it makes me throw up, and pass out? I tried everything else I could think of, but nothing seemed to sooth the itch that burned at the back of my throat.

I was losing my mind being cooped up in the house at all times. I couldn't leave, step outside, hell I'm not even allowed to open a window without someone freaking out. My aunt hasn't said much of anything aside from "Wait for Tucker." Paul and Clair would only demand that I try to remember something that happened when I was a kid, and Alec would try shoving blood down my throat whenever I slept.

I needed answers, and I needed them now. Walking all the way to the back of the house, I headed straight for Tucker's door. As I lifted my leg to kick it in, it swung open and out my reach before I could connect.

Dodging just in time as my foot flew forward, I heard him curse and demand who the hell was attacking him this time, but as he came into my line of sight, all the words I had planned to say washed from my mind.

I couldn't believe I didn't notice before, but with everything going on at the point in time, his looks weren't the first thing on my mind. His skin looked flawless, like something out of a painting. If it were at all possible, he looked even better.

"Aiden..."

Tearing my eyes from his, I noticed he was still wearing the blood staind clothes from three weeks ago, but that's not what caught my attention.

Half way down his shirt, a long tear revealed a patch of his skin that I couldn't keep my eyes from.

Lifting my hands and moving towards him, I felt his eyes on me at all times, but he never once moved away. My head started getting dizzy the closer I got, and as I lifted his shirt and ran my fingers along the marks that marred his muscles, a sharp pain shot through my right eye.

*Tucker's POV*

Catching his body as it began to fall, I called out his name a number of times but couldn't get him to answer me. I could tell he was awake, and didn't pass out, but my cries seemed to fall of deaf ears.

His body began to shake violently, trembling in my arms, while his eyes looked in every direction, darting from side to side.

"He's having another vision!" Kylan yelled, appearing right next to me, his eye once again a deep amethyst.  

Pulling him from my arms, he set Aiden on the floor in front of us, then held his hands above him.

Aiden's body began to shake even more, and now started crying out in pain. A small trail of blood flowed slowly from his right eye just like before, at the school.

"What are you doing to him?!" I demanded, trying to keep myself from his eye.

"Holding his memory, and continuing his sight."

"You're hurting him!"

"He needs to see."

"Stop Kylan!"

Another cry of left Aiden's mouth the closer his hands got to him. The once small trail of blood that escaped his right eye now became a river, releasing crimson waves of red down his face.

"You're going to kill him!"

"Just a little more-"

"ENOUGH!"

My fist connected before I could even think about stopping it, sending Kylan across the room and onto the floor. 

"Why did you stop me?" He demanded, picking himself up.

"You were going to kill him. I could tell just by looking at him he hasn't been eating, and you were making him lose to much blood!"

"He has to remember, Tucker."

"Yeah, and ending his life is going to make it happen."

"You obviously seemed to think so!"

I felt my mind recoil at his words. I didn't mean to hurt him, to take his life. If I had just listened to Clair and Paul, all of this could have been avoided.

"Why does this matter at all to you? Why do you want him to remember so fucking bad?"

I could hear the venom in my words, and voice, but right now, I couldn't care less. I was tired of him appearing and disappearing every five minutes, and not getting a single answer as to why.

"I don't want him to remember Tucker, I need him too."

"Why? What the hell does his memory have to do with you?"

"EVERYTHING! Its because of him that I'm looked at in shadows. If he remembers, I get another chance to be something great."

"I don't understand."

"My parents, gave him that scar. It was my parents, who took and binded his memory. If he remembers, everyone will know they messed up, failed, and see they're not as great as everyone thinks they are."

"Why would you want your parents to fail?"

"You don't know what its like, growing up in the shadow of someone. It was the greatest honor to be selected for something as important as this. When my parents got told they would be performing the ritual, they were ecstatic. Ever since it happened, I've been in their shadow. Nothing I ever did was noticed as my own. I was always compared to my parents and what they did, never acknowledged for my own work. If they fail, I get another chance."

I couldn't help but feel bad for him. I didn't want to imagine what it would be like to grow up in a life like that, but I wasn't sure about a few things.

"How did you know he could still have visions?" I asked, wiping some of the blood from Aiden's face with my shirt.

"I've been following him. Once I found out my parents slipped about his other eye at thirteen, I knew I finally had a chance."

"So, your parents don't know?"

"No, and they can't."

"How come they never notice that you're gone?"

A small smirk appeared on his face. Chuckling quietly to himself, he picked himself up off the ground and walked over to me, then lifted his sleeve, revealing a small wristband with a bright green jem.

"This is how. Its something I created to track them. You see, ever since they did the ritual, my parents are always in demand. Invited to parties, talking with the leaders, so busy that they hardly notice I'm gone. This is linked to the magic in their heads, and beeps whenever they think of me, telling me to get back."

"It seems like you've thought of everything."

"Not everything. I never thought you would change him. At least, not so soon."

I wanted to ask him more, but his wrist started beeping, cutting me off. After telling me he would be back, I watched as he disappeared.

Picking Aiden up and setting him onto the bed I was just moments ago, I pushed my lips to his and cuddled up to his frame, just incase it would be the last time I could.

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