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*Tucker's POV*

Breathing in and out, I took in the scent that lingered on my shirt.

I missed his smell, it had been out of my life for eleven years, and somehow made its way back.

The night of the accident he had to go stay with his aunt, and me with my cousin.

I, like him, lost everything that night.

The night he saw the crash, but didn't say anything about it. My parents were killed by a group of hunters that set the trap, then took out Aiden's family to remove any witnesses.

They didn't find us, only because I grabbed him and ran. I could hear my parents screaming, something that haunted me throughout the night.

Unlike most vampires, I could sleep, and go out in the day, provided I had a certain object with me. A necklace given to me by our elder before he passed.

Why didn't he remember though? Why didn't he know who I was? I recognized his scent the second he entered the state, and when I saw him, I knew it wasn't a mistake.

If he had just said something, the entire situation could have been avoided!

Hearing my shirt rip, I walked off to my locker, cursing myself for losing my temper and grabbed another one out.

After taking off the one I had on, I quickly threw on the new one, making sure no one saw my chest.

"I don't need that damn question again." I whispered to myself, covering up my scars.

Images of the past filled my head and I found myself becoming more and more annoyed each time the question repeated.

"Oh my god, where did you get those scars?"

Anger swelled up inside of me, as each thought pushed a constant reminder of what happened eleven years ago back into my head. How do you casually say I flew out a car window, and the glass fucked me up?

I had a story I'd tell them, just to get them to shut up. Sad thing is, most of them believed it. Seriously, what kind of teenager survives a fight with a mammoth? The fuckers are extinct!

I wasn't insecure about it, in fact, it was the complete opposite. I knew I looked good.

Girls and guys alike melted at my smile, fainted at my touch, and even drooled at my eyes.

However, dating them would be impossible. They all smelled. Bad. The cheap perfume they covered themselves with over powered any and all desire to be with them.

Aiden on the other hand, always smelled amazing. There was something about him, even as a kid, that always made me want to be around him, I remember feeling safe when I was with him, back when we kids I used to beg my mom to let me see Aiden as often as I could. She would always just smile and set up a time for us.

I could feel myself smiling at the memories we had together, playing tag, helping each other with silly tasks to try and scare our parents, anything. That smile quickly faded, however, as the memories turned sour in head.

If he had only said something, my family would still be alive! We would still be at our old house, playing games while our parents laughed and drank the night away.

Realizing I'd been standing there for a while, I headed back to the nurses office, and waited by the door for him to emerge.

Checking the time, I growled in frustration when I realized the bell would ring at any moment. Running full speed back to the classroom, I walked inside and told the teacher I was bringing Aiden his stuff, then rushed back to the office, all within a matter of a couple of seconds.

The bell sounded overhead as I walked inside and threw his stuff next to him. His body jumped up and slammed into mine, causing me to fall back off the bed, taking him down with me.

He was covered in sweat, trembling, and trying to stand back up.

"Bad dream?" I asked, getting to my feet.

I waited for an answer that didn't come. His body shoved passed me and out the office doors. Trying to follow him, I cursed myself for letting him get away, then headed for my next class.

As I went to walk inside, I felt Clair grab hold of my arm, then pulled me outside and into Paul's car.

"Uh, we have class." I stated, reaching for the door.

"No sir, if you go in there at your state, you'll end up killing someone. You need to eat, so we're taking you to get some food."

"I'm fine Paul."

"Dude, we can sense your anger, we know you're not, so you're eating someone. That simple."

I hated to admit it, but he was right. I hadn't had any blood all day, and dealing with Aiden hungry, was not the best idea.

"Its him, isn't it?" Clair asked, turning to face me. "He's the one who-"

"Yes, he's the one who killed my parents."

"Tucker, you're not being fair. It was his first vision, you wouldn't know what to do either."

"My family is dead Clair!"

"And so is his. Do you think he planned that?"

"If he had said something, they wouldn't be!"

I could tell I was making her mad, but I didn't care. She was wrong! If it wasn't for him, none of this would have happened!

"He didn't even know he could have visions. You told me yourself, that his parents never told him! Besides, I've talked to others, and the average year someone finally gets to see is over thirteen!"

I punched the seat in front of me. Why the hell was she defending him? Why couldn't she just see my side? After voicing my thoughts, she sat back, contemplating my words.

"I know you don't really hate him Tucker."

"You don't know shit."

Our conversation died as we pulled into the mall parking lot. This was always the perfect place to find food. The older people came here to walk in the mornings, mostly alone, and their blood, was the sweetest. Rich with age and wisdom, and the best part was, no one even noticed their disappearance.

Finding one worth getting though, that's a completely different story.

"I'm so glad I didn't get your picky eating habits when you changed me." Paul said, looking around the food court. "Seriously, it takes you forever just to choose one."

"If they didn't stink, it wouldn't be a problem at all. But no, these damn mortals have to cover up their scent with cheap sprays. That's all I can taste on them anymore!"

"Would you two hurry up?" Clair said, stepping towards us. "We still have to get back to school."

The blood was still heavy on her lips. Paul got up and walked over to her, then started licking off where she had missed.

Growling in frustration, I had to push the thought of feeding on Aiden the same way out of my head.

Why the fuck did I want him so bad? Holding him in the hallway, it took everything I had not to taste him right then and there.

I tried to convince myself his blood was all I wanted, but I knew it was a lie. There was something more to him, I wanted that comfort back, that feeling of safety when he was near me. I thought it was over when his aunt took him away, I thought I'd never see him again, but eleven years later, he walks right back into my life as if nothing ever happened.

After finally spotting one who looked like I'd enjoy, I had Clair lead him outside and into the parking lot. We always used the same routine, she would put in a helpless girl act about her car, then signaled me when it was time to eat.

The sound of his neck snapping sent chills down my spine. Bringing my lips to his neck, I savored his scent, taking in every bit of history as my teeth slid across him.

I could taste his memories, everything from his childhood till now, as the blood finally hit my mouth. I didn't fight my urge, pressing my teeth further inside of him. He was warm, despite his heart not beating.

I could feel my eyes rolling back. Legs trembling, I leaned against the car, then licked my lips in pure ecstasy, as Paul disposed of the body.

I needed this, more than anything.

Felling Paul's tongue dance across my cheeks, I stood there, letting him get his fix, before he moved away from me, and locked his lips with Clair.

Newly changed, he still couldn't handle a real human. To much blood, and he'd lose control. It wasn't the same for Clair, however. She seemed to be in complete control of herself, something Paul struggled with. He felt as though he was a defective vampire.

I always welcomed his attention after a meal, his touch sent chills throughout my body.

When I finally gained control of my breathing, we loaded back up into the car, then headed off towards school in time to catch the beginning of lunch.

"So, when are you gonna tell him?" Paul asked, pulling into the parking lot.

"What're you talking about?"

"Come on man, don't play dumb. Some of your blood is inside us, we know how you feel about him, how your body quivers every time you smell him, this whole tough guy act, isn't working."

I had forgotten that part. The fact that we share some of the same blood, meant we shared the same memories. At least, the same ones I had.

"I'm not. He's going to stay away from me."

I slammed the car door in frustration, and headed off towards the school.

I could still hear them talking in the background, and I knew their words were directed at me.

"He might, but you can't."

(***)

She was right. I couldn't stop myself from sneaking glances his way, and breathing in his scent whenever I walked by.

What was it about him that drove me crazy? Why did I feel this major pull towards him?

I needed to talk to the elders, to find out why he's back. But more importantly, why he doesn't remember.

The trip there took me a few hours. Even at my speed, traveling states isn't an easy feat. I wasn't sure if they would have the answers, if they could help at all, but I had to start somewhere.

I didn't tell Clair or Paul where I was going, though I'm pretty sure they already knew.

Walking up to the manor, I walked inside without bothering to knock.

Greeted buy the butler, I brushed him off and headed to where Victor, the one who kept track of time, was staying.

He told me to come in before I even made it to the door.

Walking inside and taking a seat in front of him, I waited for him to speak, while tapping my right foot.

He had cut his hair from the last time I saw him. What was once long and elegant, hardly seemed visible.

His eyes a pale green, like jade, stared into mine, and I returned his gaze without hesitation.

He never seemed to tire of the old robes from our ancestors. Long and deep purple, his cloak drug across the ground with every step he took.

"I can't give you all the answers you seek child."

"I don't need all of them, just enough to make me understand."

His voice was heavy, like he'd been longing for a sleep that would never come.

"What do you seek?"

"I need to know why he's back. I need to know why he doesn't remember."

"Two simple questions, but no easy answers I'm afraid. One of them will take sometime, are you prepared for the wait."

After telling him I was and sitting there for what seemed like an eternity, he finally started talking again.

"He's back through no fault of his own, the mortal who takes care of him simply wanted to come back here, and he's along for the ride. She feels, he needs to have some memories of where he was born, and though he may not know it, but his entire life begins, and ends here."

I wanted to ask what he meant, to get more from him, but he held up his hand silencing me, then continued with his words.

"As for the second question, I'm afraid he can't remember for two reasons. He chooses not too, and he's not allowed too. I assume you saw the scar on his right eye, correct?"

I nodded, then described how it looked. He didn't have that the day of the crash, nor did he have it after it.

"That scar is what prevents him from his powers, and his memories."

"Sir, I don't understand, how can a simple little cut cause him to forget everything?"

"Ah, but you see, that's no ordinary cut. All people who have visions, see them through one eye. Very rarely is there one who uses both. His right eye, was the source of his power, or so we thought. You see, by removing the person's eye, you take away everything they've seen with it. And at first, he could only see with one."

"Does that mean his other eye is-"

"Yes Tucker, that's exactly what it means. His left eye is trying to make up for the lack of power, and he fights it off. Refusing to let it take hold."

"Why?"

"He does not realize what he does child. For it is not he who fights it, but his mind. The only place it has the potential to take over is when he is weakest. Now tell me, when is that?"

I rolled my eyes at his question. Of course I knew the answer, its when most vampires attack.

"When they sleep."

"Exactly. His eye tries to show him what happened, and what will come to be, but even in his sanctuary of sleep, its not strong enough."

I let his words ring throughout my head, taking in every bit of information I could.

"I have one more question, if you will."

"I know what you would ask, and I wonder if I might ask one to answer yours. Why do you fight it?"

"Sir-"

"That is all the information I will give you son. Take what you have learned and go."

Following his command and leaving his house, I stopped myself at the door and thanked him for his help.

I wanted this to change things. I wanted it to make me understand, to get rid of this pathetic human emotion I had for him, but it didn't happen.

What did he mean "His entire life begins and ends here?"

For fear of losing what little information I had gained, I rushed home to write everything down, just in case.

By the time I had taken care of everything, it was only eight. Figuring I had a few hours to kill, I decided to go out to the city, and surround myself with people in hopes of relaxing.

Walking into the club, a heavy burst of dance music hit my ears, I didn't normally come here, but I needed to eat, and some old person wouldn't cut it this time.

The place smelled revolting. A heavy layer of sweat and alcohol flooded the air, making me gasp and fall into the nearest stool.

I could feel myself getting dizzy as scent after scent over took me until a familiar one flowed through me.

Looking around in every direction, I followed his smell all over the club, but it didn't lead to him.

Instead, I found myself at the front of the bar where a long haired and this woman rushed from side to side, preparing drinks at incredible speeds.

She smelt so much like him. His smell danced around her clothes and I sat there staring, watching her every move.

Feeling someone grab hold of my shoulder and pull me away towards the dance floor, I decided to humor them, and follow his movements, all while keeping my eyes and ears on the woman.

This guy didn't smell to bad, in fact, I think he's the one I'll enjoy tonight.

His body was small, fragile even, but he followed the music slowly and sensually with every inch of him. A number of girls tried to pull me away, but we brushed them off as I pulled his body closer to mine. He stood an inch shorter than me, with pale blue eyes, and dusty brown hair.

I could tell he was drunk, that he wanted to do more than dance, but I kept him at pace, sliding my body into his.

It was way to soon for me to leave with him. People would definitely tell when he went missing, but something about that made it even more enticing.

The thrill behind getting caught over took me, sending new waves of adrenaline throughout my body.

Shoving my lips against his, I tasted every but of alcohol he had drank earlier that night, but still stole the air from his lungs as my tongue raced across his.

Pulling myself from him, I took in the air around me once again as the familiar scent over took me once more.

"Aiden come on, I need more ice."

Following her voice with my eyes, I took a step back in shock as he walked into view, carrying a huge bucket that looked like it would over flow any minute.

I could feel the guy I was dancing with trying to turn me around, but I pushed him off  of me a little harder than I meant too, causing him to stagger back and almost fall then started walking towards the bar.

Pulling up a seat a few feet away, I stared at his direction, watching him as he rushed to help out the woman who was still making drinks.

Feeling his eyes lock with mine, I heard him drop a glass then get scolded by the very person who asked him to grab it.

"Sorry aunt Ellis." He stated, cleaning up the mess.

His words rang throughout my head. That's why she smelt so much like him, he lived with her.

He avoided my eyes throughout the rest of the night, and as the place got busier and busier, I could tell they needed help. Hopping over the counter, I ignored their protests and stares and started making drinks patron after patron asked for. When they finally gave up and joined me, things got a lot simpler. I moved at twice the speed they did without even having to use my powers, and everyone got a drink within seconds of asking.

By the time we stopped serving alcohol, the place had died down enough for us to start cleaning, and that's exactly what I did. About thirty minutes later the club was locked up.

"I can't thank you enough for your help." She repeated, trying to hand me some money.

I told her it wasn't necessary, but she insisted anyways.

Aiden avoided my eyes yet again and didn't say anything, until his aunt invited me over to dinner tomorrow, in efforts to thank me.

"Are you sure that's okay?" I asked, bringing my eyes to her's. "I mean, I don't want to make anyone...uncomfortable."

I'm sure she had to have picked up on Aiden avoiding me all night, unless she was blind.

I didn't want to go, but I needed to be around him. I hated this feeling, I hated him, but something inside me wouldn't let me say no.

"Oh, he's just shy around people. Please come? It'll make me feel a lot better."

Finally giving in, I glanced over to where he was standing. His eyes never left the ground. I'm sure he didn't like me, and something about that didn't sit well with me.

Smiling wickedly, I pulled his face up to mine so our eye contact couldn't be avoided then said,

"I'll see you at school tomorrow, Aiden." and walked away.

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