A/N: Hey guys, I'm finally back reposting The Perfect Man. As I told you I finished writing the story and realized I had made a few big changes down the road and they all reflected to small changes in these first few chapters and I had to take them down to get those details/changes fixed.

As I said before I still own nothing but my ideas unfortunately. Stephenie Meyer, LJ Smith and Linda Howard (for her novel Mr. Perfect and mainly the List items) still own their characters. Hope you like this story.

Chapter 1

Family home, 11:38am

"This is ridiculous!"

Clutching her pearls in her hand so tightly her knuckles were white, the woman glared at the man across from her.

"He said he didn't touch the hamster, and my child doesn't lie. The very idea!"

The bespectacled man worked privately at the house for six years. He was a teacher for twenty years but he had never met people like that before. He was accustomed to dealing with irate parents, but the tall, thin woman seated before him and the child sitting so sedately beside her, unnerved him. He hated to use the vernacular, but they were weird. Though he knew it was a wasted effort, he tried to reason with her.

"There was a witness - "

"She put him up to saying that. My son would never, never have hurt that hamster, and would you, darling?"

"No, Mother."

The voice was almost unearthly sweet, but the child's eyes were cold and unblinking as they stared at the man, as if weighing the denial's effect on him.

"See, I told you so!"

The woman said triumphantly. The man decided to try again.

"Ma'am"

"You have disliked my boy from the first time you met him. Maybe you do not like working for me or maybe you think you are not being paid enough. I do not care which. You will not talk about my son like that again!"

The woman's lips were thin with fury.

"Only two weeks ago I scolded you about the filth you were putting in my son's head. I have told you before I absolutely would not have you speaking about"

She darted a glance at the young child

"s-e-x to my child. That's why you're doing this now."

"Ma'am!"

"Stop talking! I wouldn't put it beyond you to have killed the hamster yourself!"

"The hamster was my personal pet. I brought it here to teach your child about -"

"You still could have killed it. Good God, it was just a big rat"

The woman said dismissively. The man sighed, removed his glasses and wearily polished the lenses, just to give himself something to do while he tried to think of a way to neutralize this woman's poison

"I don't understand what all the fuss is about even if my son had killed it, which he didn't. He's being persecuted - persecuted - and I won't stand for it"

He glanced at the child; it was still watching him, wearing an angelic expression totally at odds with those cold eyes. He decided to speak his mind

"Have you ever considered getting help for him? A good doctor, maybe a child psychologist -"

"Are you crazy?"

She hissed, her face twisted with instant rage as she surged to her feet.

"My son doesn't need a psychologist! There's nothing wrong with him. The problem is with you"

"The hamster is just the latest incident, not the first one. There's been a pattern of disturbing behavior that goes beyond mischief - "

"Lies!"

The woman shouted. The man nodded thoughtfully and stood up

"Then I resign. I fear for my own safety and since you refuse to understand that, they there is nothing we can talk about. I will also inform other tutors of your... situation"

The man stood and walked away with his head held high. When the gate was closed and the man out of sight, the woman, without warning, slapped her child so hard he fell out of his chair and his head banged against stone gazebo flooring.

"You little bastard,"

She said through gritted teeth.

"How dare you humiliate me that way! You know what is going to happen now, don't you?"

She screamed the last two words at him.

"Yes, Mother."

The child's face was expressionless, but his eyes gleamed with something that could almost be anticipation. The woman's eyes lost their fury, the irises glazed over as if ice water had been poured in and her tone went so cold the child almost trembled

"You will be perfect if I have to beat it into you. My child will be perfect."

"Yes, Mother"