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*Aiden's POV*

I could feel his body cuddled up close to mine, and despite what my mind said, I couldn't push him away. I could tell he wasn't asleep, but he had no idea I was awake.

I kept my body as still as I could. Not moving, and not breathing, something I know I would never be able to do as a mortal. The idea of being a vampire didn't sit well within the boundries of my mind. It wasn't until just recently that I found out they were even real, and I never expected to become one.

In the three weeks that Tucker had been healing, I still hadn't gained any control over my new abilites, or even the common things I would do as a mortal. I couldn't pick something up without sending it flying, I couldn't grab something without it shattering in my hands, hell I refused to touch my aunt for fear of hurting her.

I hated what I have become, what he changed me into, I hated him. Even as I said the phrase over and over in my head I didn't quite believe it. I wanted to hate him, and I know a part of me did, but if don't know how strong those feelings were at the moment. After we talked, I might have an idea as to how I feel, but for now, I let my mind wander.

I needed answers, of that I had no doubt, but it was the only thing I was sure of any more. I know getting them wouldn't change what I had become. It wouldn't change anything that had happened, but I still needed that sense of understanding.

His skin still felt like ice me. Even now in his arms, it felt as though a blanket of snow was holding me, rather than him. Strangely, I wasn't cold, though. It didn't make sense to me at all, but I couldn't deny that being in the position was oddly warming.

Even with my back to his chest, I could still picture his face perfectly. His beautiful ice blue eyes glittering before me, his perfect bone structure, everything.

I wanted to get my head clear, to put everything off to the side so I could confront him, but nothing I did seemed to push the anger swelling up inside of me out. Finally giving in, I turned my body to face his and let him know I'm not asleep.

I had planned on coming at him strong, demanding answers, but as his soft smile and light eyes came into my line of sight, all aggression that had once taken over my mind seemed to fade like an echo on its last breath.

"Aiden..."

His voice was every bit as soft as the look in his eyes. I could see he his sorrow, his regret, and just about every other emotion he made no attempt to hide. My voice seemed blocked by my eyes. No matter how hard I tried to force the words out, nothing left my mouth.

"I'm so sorry. I know it doesn't change what I've done, nothing will, but I need to say it."

Sympathy flooded every word he spoke to me. I couldn't understand this bittersweet feeling that hit me, and I knew there was nothing I could do about it.

"I didn't listen to them, when I knew they were right. If I had, this would never have happened."

"Listened to who?"

I didn't like the way my voice sounded. It was dry and held a heavy rasp to every word I spoke. Like sand paper sliding across a rock.

"Paul and Clair. They told me to eat, to find someone and drink, but I couldn't leave you."

"I need to know, Tucker. All that you can tell me."

"There isn't much I can tell you, Aiden. I'm sure you're tired of hearing it but you have to remember."

"Remember what?"

"Your past."

I felt like screaming. If I knew anything about my past I would tell them, but I don't. No matter how hard I try, nothing takes shape. Pulling his arms from around me and getting off the bed, I tried to control the anger that was taking over me once again.

"What does my past have to do with this?" I demanded, lowering my head.

Getting up off the bed as well and walking closer to me, I kept my eyes down and took a step back as he reached out for me. I didn't want his touch right now, I wanted answers.

"At first, everything. Now, I'm not so sure. But I need you to rememb-"

His words were cut short as my fist connected to his face, knocking him off balance and staggering backwards

"What the hell!" He yelled towards me, but was cut off once again by my other first.

"I am tired of this cryptic bullshit!" I yelled, jumping forward and tackling him to the ground, then continued to throw blow after blow at him, anywhere I could hit. Lifting both my hands upward to slam down on his face, he quickly grabbed both of my wrists and threw me off of him and into the wall on the side.

"You think this is any easier for me?" He demanded, taking a step away, but his movement was quickly stopped as I advanced on him, ready to throw another blow.

Stopping in place he turned his eyes from mine and looked towards the wall, then let out a broken sigh as he cradled his head in his hands began to scream.

"Look Aiden, I'm so god damned sorry!" He yelled, keeping his head in his hands.

"Sorry?! You're SORRY?!" I screamed running forward and punching him again.

"You ended my LIFE! You changed me into...THIS!" I exclaimed, motioning to my new body and life.

"Ever since I met you, my entire life has been flipped on it's damned head!"

I could feel my eyes starting to tear up, but I knew it wasn't from sadness. I was angry. No, I was furious. Reaching up and wiping away a tear, I noticed my fingers were stained red from what was now coming from my eyes. A new level of anger over took me as I screamed and lunged forward, slamming my body into his and taking him to the ground once more, straddling him, and raised my arm to swing.

Throwing a fist downward towards his face, I was stunned momentarily as he raised his hand and caught my arm and locked his eyes with mine. Red lines of blood were making their way down his cheeks and now towards the side of his face due to being on his back.

"I'm not going to fight you, Aiden. I can't take back what I did, and I am so sorry for doing it, but I'm not going to fight you. If you need to hit me, to beat me, do it. I understand. If hurting me helps you feel better, then by all means, destroy me, but know that I am so sorry for what I've don-"

His words cut short as my fist connected to his face once again. Turning back to face me, he lied there and waited for what I was going to do next, but never took his eyes from mine. His voice was shaking when he spoke. I knew his tears were real, but sorry doesn't just fix what he did. I threw blow after blow at his face, screaming louder and louder as each one connected.

Paul, Alec, and Clair, had all made their way into the room after hearing the sounds, but reluctantly left as Tucker told them to stop and turn away. Picking him up and bringing him to his feet, I used my new found strength to throw him across the room, but the hole from his shirt got caught in my nail and ripped even more of it, partially tearing a small section of my nail as well.

As his body hit the wall, he burst into a coughing fit, spewing bits of blood from his mouth but still got to his feet and waited for me to continue. Rushing towards where he was standing I raised my hand once again to strike but suddenly felt dizzy as his chest came into view once again. My eye started to burn like last time, dropping me to my knees in front of him.

Leaning down, he helped me to my feet while trying to cover the pain he was by leaning against the wall as we stood back up. The scars seemed more prominent this time, almost begging to be touched. Looking up at him, I tried to catch my breath as my hands made their way to the largest one.

I closed my eyes and moved them forward, sliding them up and down his chest. I could feel my mind slipping, showing me things that weren't happening before me as my hands graced across his scars.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It happened first when I lifted his shirt, and now for a second time, the boy from the car accident over took my eyes.

Moving my hands while I still had the strength to, I brought my eyes to his then asked my question.

"You're him, aren't you? The boy from the accident, I mean."

"It was no accident, Aiden. But yes, I'm the boy who got thrown from the car. The boy who got you that stuffed lion, and the boy who kept them from...hurting you."

His voice cracked at the end of his sentence. Breathing in deeply, I could tell he was trying not to cry all over again.

"A lot of good it did, though. I kept them from ending your life just so I could do it myself..."

I wanted to comfort him, to tell him it wasn't his fault, but I knew each word would be a lie. It was his fault I was like this, and that was something he was going to have to live with for the rest of his life.

"Tucker, if you know what happened, why can't you tell me?"

"Because I only know the car crash and what happened before it. Something happened to you after that, something I wasn't around for. That's what you need to remember."

I needed more than this. Nothing he said even came close to telling me what I needed, and I was beginning to lose my temper.

"What can you tell me then?"

I hadn't noticed before, but it looked as though our bodies moved closer to each other, slowly closing a distance I didn't even know existed. His breathing had become short and ragged the closer we got to each other, and as his hand slid up to my face a wave of chills over took every inch of my body.

"I'm not sure what all I can say to you, Aiden."

"Please, just tell me what you can. Tell me the truth."

His forehead rested against mine, keeping our eyes locked on each others at all times. I could feel his breath on my lips, warm and relaxing.

"The truth is Aiden, I love you."

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