"I'm terrible at apologizes, Jeff," Blaine complained as his friend pushed him towards the living room forcefully. "It will mean nothing to him."

The blonde stopped in his pushing, pausing near their destination. He lowered his voice so that only a vampire would be able to hear it. "Do you want Kurt?"

"More than anything," Blaine said without a bit of doubt.

"Then you need to stop this," Jeff admonished. "You need to be stronger. You need to go in there and apologize for hurting him or there is no chance he will ever return your affections. If you wish to have him, Blaine, you are going to have to work for it." Jeff pulled him into a hug, wrapping his arms tightly around the shorter boy. Blaine was rightly shocked at this. He hadn't hugged any of his friends in what seemed like ages. Hesitantly, Blaine hugged back, very unsure of himself. "I know how lonely you've been. I know you haven't wanted to be close to anyone after what happened with Jeremiah. But no matter what the others say, I know Kurt will be good for you. We talked about this. You can't be big, bad scary Blaine to Kurt. You have to be the Blaine that I know is still inside of you." Jeff let go of him. He poked Blaine in the chest, grinning. "Release your inner nerdy, Disney loving self and there is no way he will be able to resist you." With those words, Jeff grabbed Blaine's shoulders and gave him a gentle shove into the living room. He motioned him forward when Blaine didn't make any move to approach the boy in the room.

His angel sat curled up on the couch, a bowl of popcorn next to him. He was watching Aladdin on the TV, gorgeous blue eyes fixated on the screen. He had said not a word to Kurt since yesterday, when he had hurt him. Jeff had told him to give the boy space before trying anything close to an apology. Kurt had needed time and he had gotten it. If Blaine had to go one more restless night without the warmth of his angel pressed against him he would surely go insane. He needed Kurt in his arms, happy, safe, and loved.

He cleared his throat to announce his presence.

Kurt didn't even look at him. He just lifted his arm and threw something in Blaine's general direction. The vampire caught it and looked down, seeing that it was the magazine he had given Kurt. When he opened it and flipped though, he noticed that things were circled all throughout the book.

He quickly passed it to Jeff, who was watching from the sidelines and shooed him away with the order to get whatever Kurt had circled.

Slowly, cautiously, Blaine walked forward until he was standing with his stomach to the back of the couch, looking down at his angel, once again taking in his delicate features. He watched as Kurt's nimble fingers slipped into the popcorn bowl, plucking up one solitary piece and wrapping his perfectly pink lips around it. Blaine gulped, quickly turning his gaze elsewhere.

"Angel?"

Kurt pretended not to hear him, curling farther into the couch. Blaine tried again, but got the same results.

Growing increasingly frustrated, Blaine marched over to the TV and turned it off. That got Kurt's attention. He sat up straight, glaring at Blaine with eyes that almost made the vampire take a step back. "What the hell was that about?"

"We need to talk," Blaine said calmly.

"There's nothing to talk about. I've decided that I'm going to sit here until the cops come and stab you with a stake or something. I'm done with this whole thing." He picked up the remote and turned the TV back on, snubbing the curly haired boy yet again.

Blaine defiantly hit the button again, making the screen go black once more. "Stop ignoring me, Kurt. I want to apologize for my actions."

Equally as defiant, Kurt made the TV go back on, averting his gaze from Blaine and instead focusing on the movie. Aladdin and Jasmine had begun singing 'A Whole New World', and he happily started silently singing along.

Tired of being disregarded by the beautiful boy, Blaine crouched down near the TV and ripped the plug from the wall. He turned around just in time to catch the remote aimed at his head and receive a hate-filled glare from Kurt. "Fuck you!" Kurt shouted, standing up. "Leave me the hell alone, god damn it!"

The vampire struggled to remain calm. Anger was slowly but surely building up inside him as well, threatening to over spill at any moment. He didn't like those nasty words coming from his innocent angel, nor did he enjoy the dark looks Kurt was giving him.

"Angel, just listen for a moment…"

"No! Fuck you and fuck this whole damn place! I want to go home!"

Blaine was next to him in seconds, trying to pull the frantic, furious boy into his arms. "Please, calm down. What has made you so angry, Angel?"

A sharp slap across his face caused Blaine to loosen his grip. He raised a hand to his cheek, staring with disbelief and more than a little bit of anger at the pale boy before him. Kurt was shaking, tears pricking his eyes, his face flushed red. "Don't. Touch. Me." He hissed, slowly taking a few steps back before turning and running from the room. Before Blaine made the move to follow, he heard the crash of something hitting the ground and a pain filled cry from his angel.

The vampire took off after him, mumbling obscenities under his breath.

He caught up quickly, finding Kurt lying on the ground next to a toppled hall table. He gathered the boy into his arms and pulled him to his chest. Blaine held him there despite his struggling, whispering sweet nothings into his ear and rubbing his back softly. He refused to let go even as Kurt pounded at his chest, cursing him to the high heavens.

Eventually Kurt stopped, curling his fingers into Blaine's shirt and letting his sobs come to a stop, wiping quickly at his tear stained face. He looked up at Blaine with beautiful red rimmed eyes, sniffling. The vampire leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the pale forehead.

His eyes traveled down to Kurt's leg and he stiffened, gaze locking on a trail of bright red blood as it trickled down from a rip in the pants where there was a cut. Kurt must have injured himself when he crashed into the table.

No matter how hard he tried, he could not stop staring at the red liquid. His eyes darkened, tongue coming out to swipe along his lips. God, the smell! So delicious, practically begging him to tear that pale neck open and lap at the blood that poured out. His fangs grew longer and his pants tighter at a new image that entered his mind.

He had Kurt pinned beneath him, naked as the day he was born. His beautifully pale body was covered in a light sheen of sweat from his exertions, and spread out invitingly for Blaine's appraisal. With one quick thrust he was buried inside his angel, and as Kurt's walls tightened pleasurably around his cock, he sunk his fangs deep into that pale neck, sucking down delicious tasting blood. And as the blood came, he thrust harder and harder, listening to the lovely, sexy little sounds spilling from his angel's mouth…

"Blaine!"

He was brought back to reality by Nick's shout. Blinking quickly, he realized the position he was in. Kurt was under him, his wrists pinned above his head. Blaine's face was buried in the boy's neck, tongue running over his porcelain skin.

He made a move to let go of Kurt, but again the sweet aroma hit his nose. He was drawn back to that creamy neck, the blood rushing just beneath the surface like a siren song to him. God, he wanted to taste it so bad. Just a drop and he would be happy. Just one tiny taste…

His fangs, which had retreated in his shock, shot from his gums quickly at the prospect of blood. With his mind fogged with bloodlust, he forgot everything but that he needed to feed. He needed to feed now.

A blow to his stomach dislodged him from his place atop Kurt and he was sent flying, only to crash into a wall moments later. He sat up, rubbing his head and looked just in time to see Nick usher his angel into a room and give Blaine a dark look door slamming the door.

The sound of the lock sliding shut echoed in his ears, and though he knew it would be a laughably simple matter to break the door down and be near Kurt again, he held himself back. He leaned forward until his forehead touched his knees, and gripped his curly hair in between his fingertips. I almost killed Kurt, Blaine realized, feeling a single tear streak down his face.

He couldn't be there. He had to leave. Scrambling to his feet, Blaine ran, leaving the house and continuing into the surrounding woods. He went deep, wanting to get as far away from the cabin as possible. When he felt like he'd gone far enough away, yet still close enough that he could get back quickly if there was a problem, he scaled a tree with all the ease of the woodland creatures around him and took a seat on one of the branches. He drew his knees up to his chest, hiding his face.

The crying started almost instantly afterwards. God, he hadn't cried in months. Blood came streaking down his face, staining his cheeks and dripping onto his clothes. He was a monster. He'd been only seconds away from tearing apart Kurt's throat and drinking his fill of the boy's blood. He would have murdered one of the most important things in his life just to get a taste of blood. He was disgusting. His desire for Kurt was strong. He wanted Kurt. God, did he want Kurt. But he'd just ruined any chance he could have had with the boy. His anger had ruined everything. Kurt wouldn't want somebody who had tried to kill him, who attacked him again and again, who couldn't even apologize properly afterwards.

Jeff was wrong. No matter what he did, Kurt would never want him. Hell, he probably had tons of boys back at his school who wanted Kurt, all of who were better by far than Blaine.

Blaine knew he was broken. Ever since Jeremiah he'd never been the same. Blaine shuddered at the memory. His time with Jeremiah had been horrifying. Jeremiah had always liked him best. Sure, he occasionally called the others into his room, but with Blaine it was an everyday occurrence. On their very first day, Jeremiah had made sure to make it very clear what Blaine's place was. That day, they'd spent hours in his bedroom, doing little else but fucking. And every single day since, at least once, Blaine had been called into Jeremiah's room to do exactly that. After a while, he took up permanent residence in the madman's room. And it hadn't just ended there. Jeremiah was never fully satisfied. Eventually, Jeremiah got new pretty boys, and he made Blaine use them just like he did. Most of the time it was Jeremiah fucking them, while Blaine used their mouths violently. He'd been forced to watch Jeremiah take these boys, see the sadness and pain in their eyes, and know that he was partly the cause. He'd cry himself to sleep, listening to Jeremiah shower him with praise, hearing the boys either killed right on the spot for blood, or dragged back to whatever cell Jeremiah was keeping them in for later use.

Blaine had broken pretty early on, eyes dead and movements automatic. He no longer fought Jeremiah when the man wanted to have him, and raped the unwilling boys with no emotion. It was only the knowledge that his friends, his fellow Warblers, were being subjected to the same thing that compelled him to attempt escape. Otherwise, he would still be with Jeremiah, still be his pet.

His successful attempt at letting his friends escape had angered Jeremiah beyond all reason. He'd dragged Blaine back to his room and beaten him to a bloody pulp, screaming at him loud enough for the entire manor to hear. He'd then raped Blaine, violently and with mercy, for what at the time had seemed like hours. And when he could no longer continue, Jeremiah called some of his other vampire minions to continue, and they proceeded to violate Blaine well into the early hours of the next day.

Jeremiah had left him in the room, naked, bleeding, and covered in come. Blaine had used every last ounce of his remaining energy to escape, slipping away and meeting his friends where they had agreed on before collapsing.

And he knew that he'd never been the same. The boy he'd been before was buried deep inside of him. The boy who sang Disney songs, jumped on furniture, and wore cute little sweater vests hadn't made an appearance in what felt like forever. He knew Kurt would like that Blaine Anderson, but he no longer had access to that side of his personality.

Now his whole life was focused on continuing to run away from Jeremiah. His only goal was to keep his friends safe and alive. He'd sacrifice himself if it meant that his friends would continue to be free. He'd thought that was all his life would consist would consist of. Running and hiding.

But then Kurt had shown up. Beautiful, perfect, amazing Kurt. He brought a tiny ray of hope to Blaine's dark world. His smile melted Blaine's heart and his presence spread happiness though his entire being. He never wanted Kurt to leave. Because if Kurt left, he'd be plunged into darkness. His friends tried to help him, but there efforts just reminded him of what had happened, and his condition became even worse. The only way he could clear his mind of the dark thoughts was to have sex with Sebastian, or run off into the woods to kill something. Yet now, just holding Kurt in his arms was enough to chase away the darkness of his mind. Kurt only brought him happy thoughts. Kurt gave him control, made him feel like he was needed. After Jeremiah, Blaine had felt disgusting and worthless. Kurt made him feel important.

Even these thoughts, though, only made Blaine's mood worsen. Thinking of Kurt and Jeremiah in the same short span of time was not a good idea, because he knew what Jeremiah's type was, and Kurt fit the bill perfectly. Had Jeremiah been around, Kurt would already have been dragged back to that horrible manor, to be raped and used by Jeremiah for days on end. And Jeremiah wouldn't kill Kurt immediately. No, Kurt was too beautiful for that. Jeremiah would try to break him, and keep him for days, weeks, months, maybe even permanently. Blaine had heard a little while ago that Jeremiah was growing frustrated with his lack of success in tracking Blaine down, and was considering getting a replacement. Jeremiah would take Kurt in a heartbeat, he knew. While Jeremiah had really taken to Blaine, boys like Kurt were his real fetish. Lithe, pale, beautiful, and delicate. He liked boys he could dominate completely, and he liked to watch. He would make other vampires rape Kurt, just so he could watch the boy be taken. And he'd call Kurt beautiful, shower him in worship, only to destroy him, because that was how Jeremiah worked. Keeping Kurt with him, he knew the chances of Jeremiah finding Kurt were higher.

Yet even with this reasoning, Blaine couldn't even bare thinking about letting Kurt go. He couldn't let the one ray of happiness in his life be put out. He'd keep Kurt safe. It was what he was best at, after all. Anyway, he couldn't send Kurt back to the place he'd been beaten. Someone had left Kurt in the woods, someone had beat him and left him to die. He would not be the one who returned Kurt to the ones who had caused him harm. No matter what it took, Blaine would do his best to make Kurt love him. He would not be alone anymore. But he would not force him to do so. He wanted Kurt's love of his own free will.

Blaine made a decision right then and there, that he would not let Kurt leave, but if the boy somehow managed to escape him, then Blaine would not follow him. That seemed fair enough to him, anyway.

Blaine remained out there for a decent amount of time, mulling over his thoughts and giving Kurt a chance to be away from him for a while. Hopefully it would be enough, for even now the ache of not having his angel near him was starting to affect Blaine.

Eventually, he knew he had to return. It was near the end of the month, and there was no telling when Sebastian would show up. The werewolf was always inconsistent with his visits. If Blaine wasn't there when Sebastian arrived, it would lead to disaster. His only hope was to try to hide Kurt when the werewolf came, and hope his scent wouldn't be caught. If the werewolves heard that they were harboring a human, it would lead to nothing good.

Though the odds of Sebastian showing up on that day were slim to none, it didn't hurt to be safe.

He cautiously entered the house, only to be smacked about the head by Jeff. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" the blond yelled, grabbing Blaine by his shirt and dragging him over to the couch, throwing him down. "Did you completely fucking ignore what I told you before you talked to Kurt?"

Blaine at least had the decency to look ashamed. He rubbed the back of his head, eyes downcast. "I-I don't know what happened. I don't know where it all went wrong."

"You don't know where it went wrong?" Jeff scoffed, standing in front of Blaine with his hands on his hips like an angry parent. "How about when you bothered the crap out of him, grabbed him, lost your fucking temper, caused him to run out of the room and hurt himself, and then almost fucking murdered him!? I think it went wrong somewhere in there, Blaine!"

"Listen!" Blaine growled, and Jeff stepped down a little, instinct forcing him to lower himself before a stronger vampire. "I didn't mean for any of that to happen. It just did! I lost my temper, and Kurt got hurt because of it. I was an idiot, and I want to leave it at that. I messed up, okay? I messed up big time." He sighed, sinking into the couch and placing his hands over his face. "I fucked everything up and now Kurt hates me."

"A little bit," Jeff said. He joined Blaine on the couch, pulling the shorter boy into his arms. Blaine rested his head against his friend's chest, closing his eyes when Jeff started stroking his curly hair. "He's okay, you know. Just a little cut. Nothing serious. Though you did scare the crap out of him. Nick patched him up."

"Where is he?"

"Blaine, I don't thin-"

"I need to apologize."

"Maybe later."

"But I-"

"Later," Jeff insisted. "I don't think he wants to see you right now."

They remained like that for a few more minutes in silence, before Blaine decided to break it. "I've destroyed any chance I ever had with him, haven't I?"

Jeff snorted. "Not entirely. You've still got a very slim chance, if you can pull your head out of your ass and keep your temper in check long enough to take it."

"I don't see how he'd ever want me. I tried to kill him."

Jeff waved the matter away. "That can be blamed on your vampireness or whatever. We'll work on it. Nick already had a little chat with Kurt about how hard it is to control your urges when you are a vampire. He's still pissed at you, but at least now he sort of understands. A little bit, at least. Anyway, for now, if you are going to apologize, you have to do it right."

Blaine was forced from his comfortable position and pulled up to his feet. Jeff yanked on him until he followed him down the hallways and to Jeff's room. There, waiting for him, were Nick, Wes, and David, surrounded by various shopping bags. "Luckily for you, when you were sulking in the woods for freaking hours, David and Wes had the sense of mind to go get those clothes Kurt picked out while we were here consoling him. Nothing says I'm sorry like ten bags full of expensive clothes."

"Kurt's not so shallow that he'd forgive me simply because I give him clothes."

"Of course not. It's going to take a hell lot more than that for him to forgive you. But it's a start." Nick came forward, a bundle of clothes in his arms. Jeff continued, "You're going to put this outfit on and present these clothes to Kurt, after we give you a little lesson on how you are going to apologize. He's not going to forgive you immediately, but it will at least get the ball rolling again. I've managed to convince/black mail Wes and David into helping us, even though they disapprove of the whole thing. We'll need all the help we can get to clean up this mess you've made." Jeff smiled, clapping his hands together. "Now let's get started."

An hour later, Blaine stood before the door to his room, head spinning with new information and clutching shopping bags tightly in his hands. He was nervous. Immensely nervous. He had no doubt in his mind that Kurt was going to reject him flat out, and that he would never again get to hold his angel in his arms. He would continue to pine after a boy who would never want him, and that would be his fate.

Blaine shook his head, flinging the negative thoughts from his mind. It was worth a shot, at the very least. He looked down at the outfit he was wearing. A tight, black button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and at least three of the buttons undone, exposing a decent amount of his chest. Tight, form fitting black jeans covered his legs, and black converse adorned his feet. Jeff had styled his hair slightly, getting the curls a bit more under control, but in a way that looked perfectly messy.

He thought he looked fine, but didn't see the point in dressing up in the first place. The whole thing was stupid to begin with.

Before he lost his nerve, Blaine cleared his throat and rapped the door with his knuckles. "Angel?" he called out, not expecting any answer. He received none. "Angel, please open the door. I come bearing clothes."

At first there was nothing. Then, Blaine heard a little shuffling noise, and then the sound of the door knob being twisted. The door open slightly, and a blue eye peeked through the crack it created. Kurt's gaze swept him up and down for a moment, and then locked on to the bags in his hands. He sighed and gave a little grumble, before opening the door fully. He turned away, walking back towards the bed and sitting down, tense and ready to run at a moment's notice.

Blaine approached slowly, cautiously, like he was afraid if he moved too fast, he might startle Kurt. "I got the things you wanted from the magazine," he said, holding out the bags in front of him. Kurt took them one by one, placing them on the bed next to him. He grabbed one and started going through it, inspecting the clothes inside.

Blaine stood there awkwardly, looking over his angel. Kurt was now were a loose purple shirt and too big blue jeans, which sat precariously on his hips. He must have borrowed them from one of the boys. His feet were bare, and tucked under him on the bed. He looked so small and delicate. Blaine ached to pull him into his arms. He cleared his throat instead. "Angel?"

Kurt didn't stop searching through the bags.

Blaine continued anyway. "I . . . I know my actions earlier today were unacceptable and inexcusable. I regret deeply what I did. The very last thing I want to do is hurt you. I do not ask for your forgiveness. I only ask that you understand how sorry I am, and how much I have torn myself apart for my actions."

His angel paused, seemingly lost in thought. Blaine shuffled nervously, waiting for the movement when Kurt would reject him and never talk to him again. When Kurt opened his mouth, Blaine steeled himself for the anger that was sure to come.

"Sit down."

Blaine looked up quickly, shocked. Kurt was pointing to a spot on the bed next to him. He practically scrambled onto the bed, taking his place next to his angel. He moved to touch the boy, but a cold glare stopped him. He stuck his hands between his legs and looked down, waiting for Kurt to speak. "I know you seriously don't believe that dressing up in a hot outfit and giving me clothes is going to make me forgive you. You're not that stupid. But I at least respect the effort." He sighed, glancing at Blaine. "I don't want to forgive you for what you did." Blaine's heart sunk. "I really don't. But I'm not one for holding a grudge. So, I suppose I forgive you, now that I've had time to think about it, and some things were explained to me."

The smile on Blaine's face lit up the whole room. "Thank you, angel. I promise I'll never-"

Kurt cut him off. "I said I forgive you, but I have some conditions first."

Blaine nodded. His friends had warned him about this.

"First, I want a room of my own. Or, I at least want to be able to be able to stay with another of the boys. I don't feel comfortable sleeping the same room as you."

Blaine tried not to show that his heart was breaking. He nodded. Jeff had told him that Kurt might ask for that. "You may stay with Nick and Jeff, if you wish."

Kurt looked shocked that his demand had gone over so easily. "Right. Well, I have a second thing I want as well."

"I assume you want to see your father one last time a reassure him that you are fine."

Kurt nodded.

The vampire had known it was only a matter of time before Kurt asked something like that. Both of these demands only served to push him and his angel apart. "Well," he said, deciding last minute to try and make one more desperate move. "I have something to ask of you as well."

Kurt laughed. "I'm not exactly sure the one whose doing the apologizing is supposed to be making demands."

Blaine laughed, too. "And well, here I am." He swallowed, gathering his nerve. "I haven't exactly been secretive about my feelings towards you."

"That's putting it lightly."

Blaine blushed. "Yes. Well, I realize that you do not return these affections, but," He made a desperate move, grabbing Kurt's hand and holding it tight in his own. He looked deep into those blue eyes, gaze begging. "I only ask that you give me a chance, just one chance, to win your heart. I will longer force myself upon you, no will I make you accept my offer. But I really like you, Kurt. I do. And I want a chance to prove that to you."

Kurt remained silent for a long time after Blaine's statement, looking at their hands. Blaine's heart shattered into a million tiny pieces, and he already felt the blood welling up behind his eyes. Kurt didn't want him, didn't even want to give him a chance. When he moved to get up and run away, however, Kurt pulled him back down. "I'm completely insane," he started, letting go of Blaine's hand. "And apparently so are you. But since you clearly have no intention of letting me go, and an attempt to escape would be either met with backlash from you or being mauled to death by werewolves, as Nick was very quick to explain in detail, I might as well get used to being here. And as long as I'm here, and now that I know what's happened to you in the past," Blaine flinched in remembrance. "I'll give you a chance. From what I understand, you're really alone here. Besides," Kurt gave him a once over with his eyes. "Having a hot guy flirt with me isn't exactly the worst thing that's ever happened."

Blaine had never been happier. He bounced up and down on the bed, and leaned over to press a kiss to Kurt's cheek. Kurt blushed, swatting Blaine lightly on the side of the head. "Thank you so much, Angel. You are perfect."

"Alright, alright," Kurt stood up, smiling, and moved towards the door, pulling it open. "Now leave. I have to take a shower."

Blaine gave him a huge grin and then bounded out of the room. He passed Jeff in the hallway, giving the boy before continuing on his ecstatic way. Jeff smiled after the boy, and turned to Kurt, who was still standing in the doorway, watching Blaine go. "Thank you so much," Jeff said. "It really means a lot to him, and to the rest of us as well. We only want to see him happy again."

"I gave him a chance like you asked. Just remember that if he ever does anything to hurt me like that again, I'm gone, and you will help me leave, like you promised. Right?" He shot a suspicious glare at the blonde boy.

Jeff nodded. "Of course."

"Good, now keep him out of the room for a while. I was serious about that shower. Afterwards, I'll be moving into you and Nick's room." At Jeff's confirmation, he shut the door quickly.

Jeff moved into the living room, seeing Blaine dancing around in happiness. He grinned, going up and giving Blaine a pat on the bed. "I'm guessing he forgave you and said yes, then?"

"Yes! I knew he couldn't resist my devilish good looks and my vampire charm."

Jeff hadn't seen Blaine this happy in a very long time. Part of him felt bad about going behind his friend's back and making a deal with Kurt. It was betraying Blaine's trust. But another part of him didn't care, because Blaine was finally smiling again after what seemed like ages. It was all worth it to see him happy, running around the room like a puppy dog with his curls bouncing all around his head.

The wonderful moment was destroyed by a knock on the door.

Both boys froze, terror coursing through their very beings. Though David and Wes had gone out to do something, they knew it wasn't them. The boys never knocked. There was only one person who ever knocked when they came to the house.

Another knock sounded, and Blaine gulped, moving towards it. With a deep breath, he opened the door. Standing there, smirking, was none other than Sebastian Smythe, alpha werewolf.

The tall boy leaned down, pressing a kiss to Blaine's lips that quickly turned dirty. When he pulled away, he noticed Blaine's worried look. "Sorry, babe, I know you weren't expecting me for a few more days, but you know, pack problems and all that."

Sebastian went to take a step inside the house, but Blaine blocked him. He tsked. "Blainers, don't be like that. I've been early penalty of times and besides," the werewolf leaned forward, sniffing. His eyes darkened when he picked up a new scent he'd never smelt before. He liked his lips. "Something smells absolutely delicious."

To be continued, hopefully sometime relatively soon. Sorry, not sorry, for the cliff hanger :P

Also, if you're a fan of my Ben 10 story Just Like Me, I've recently added a second chapter, though it was supposed to originally supposed to be a one shot. Go check it out :)

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