-Geoffrey-

I sat on my bed, thinking and feeling gently at the odd completeness I felt. Alex felt it too, and I felt confused at how I could feel him, and Kennedy, and Gavin, and... so many other people. It felt like I finally had something to sit down on after standing all day, parts of me relaxing that I hadn't known were aching. Everything seemed softer, more dulled, and I felt like I was floating. It was nice, and I didn't feel tired. It was like being exhausted, and having a headache your whole life and suddenly feeling refreshed and pain-free. I wanted to purr because of the sensation, but George was in the room; and George was worried enough. He was confused, and scared, and he had a right to be. I mean... I didn't even understand my sudden okayness with being touched. It was frightening, overwhelming, underwhelming, confusing, and exciting all at the same time. He was scared though, and contemplating asking mom to take me to a doctor. They wouldn't find anything they didn't usually find, but I also didn't want to go. Who knew what was different about me now? I didn't remember why I didn't shift in front of my family, but... I knew I didn't and that much was all I needed to know to make my next decision... difficult. I looked up at George, biting my lip and humming as I rocked back and forth slightly. How to tell him? Should I just... shift and show?

Whatever I did, I knew he needed to know. It was time for me to tell him my deepest secret; one that I only hoped he agreed to keep secret from our parents. I stood up and walked over to him, rubbing my arms repeatedly and compulsively tapping my fingers as I struggled to make myself speak. "G-George?" He looked up, confusion and hurt mixing with faint anger on his face. "What, Geff?" I bit my lip struggling not to hum as I tried to think of how to best put it. "Umm... I'm... not normal.... am I?" I supposed if he were accepting I wasn't normal at the get go, he might have a greater chance of not completely losing it. He looked taken aback, then sad and guilty. "N-no... you aren't. We're twins... I feel like it's my fault sometimes..." he looked down, and I stopped rubbing my arms, my fingers relaxing as well. I could do this. "I know that... and i-it isn't t-true, b-but I'm weirder than j-just that, George..." he looked up, confused, and I bit my lip. Now... I couldn't say it. So... I took a deep breath, and shifted. One moment I was a normal person, the next I was a cat; and George grew pale. He began breathing more heavily, and his pupils dilated in fear. I shifted back and reached out to him, trying to ask him not to be mad, but he jerked away, and I felt something cold but me in my chest.

I'd never been rejected by my brother before, ever. He'd always been my rock, my stable point, the one thing in the world I could rely on to be there for me when everything else was falling apart, and now was one of those times. I was confused, scared, and I just needed him to be there so I wouldn't fall in and lose myself... but he pulled away. With tears in my eyes I turned and ran from the room, flying up the stairs and out the front door before either of my parents could do more than see just how badly I was crying. I never ran away from home when I was upset, I always ran back to... my brother. I heard him yelling from behind me, apologies and pleas for forgiveness, but he'd abandoned me- or at least done something close enough too it. I couldn't banish that hurt yet, not when it was still so fresh. So I ran, unable to think of anything until I finally realized how cold it was outside. The air stung my arms like a wasps stingers and the quiet sound of the breeze seemed overwhelming to my ears. And Kennedy was gone. I felt my breath die as I sought out that familiar kinship, the only person left Alex, the Alpha; and he was... in so much pain. I started running again, unable to stop myself, and I was at Kennedy's house in minutes, throwing rocks at his window as the pain in my ears and hands from the feeling of the rocks and the sound they made against the glass made me whine quietly. Kennedy finally opened his window, groggily glaring down at me. "Who's there?!?"

It was a harsh whisper, but loud enough to make me drop the rocks and cover my ears in pain as I dropped to my knees, whining loudly, which only made me hurt worse. I heard Kennedy swear and drop from his window to the ground, even through my hands, and I knew my hearing was only getting worse. Kennedy touched my arm and I gasped, jerking away and curling up in pain. "Shi.... dude, are you okay?" I winced at how loud his voice was, and I shook my head, managing to speak, though it hurt my ears real bad. "A-Alex I-is... p-pain... n-needs h-help..." I whimpered, covering my ears and crying softly. Everything hurt... so much... and it only grew worse every few seconds as Alex felt more and more pain. I couldn't stand it, so I ran to help him; turning and shoving myself to my feet as I recklessly started moving from my sitting position, vaulting over the fence with ease and pain as I ran as hard as possible to get to Alex. He hurt, and I hurt, and I had to help him.

I ran through town, quickly finding the alley he was near, though he felt higher, which meant the roof. I slowed, pausing as I heard quiet breathing from the rooftop from a dozen people as well as one off tempo heartbeat. I could hear everything around me, even dirt shifting as ants moved, and it was all way, way too much. I stepped slowly into the alley, walking down it towards a pipe until I heard someone begin dropping down from above me. I lurched forward, instinctively spinning and throwing a punch as hard as I could. I heard Alex pass out, the literal sound of his brain turning off, and held back a scream as my punch landed harder and faster than I'd thought it would, breaking some things in the pale guys face as he flew backwards and hit a wall hard enough to make a crunching sound. He lay in the ground and moaned quietly. I breathed heavily, eyes dilating as I heard two more bodies drop from above. These were the people hurting Alex, something in me knew that immediately, and I wasn't going to let them hurt my Alpha anymore; he was the only person I planned on having to submit to or be afraid of ever again.

I didn't understand where those thoughts came from, and I didn't have time too, because whoever they were, they were here already, and Alex was unconscious.

I picked up a curtain rod from the ground and turned around, whipping the pole around with me so hard that it snapped in half, and the girl doubled over, eyes wide as she lost her breath. I hit her in the face three times, as hard as I could each time, and her nose broke, her skull sinking in about an inch. The man behind me grabbed my arm and tried to pin me, but I pulled out of his grip with a sharp jerk, and he stared at me in confused horror. I was practically deaf by now, and I was sobbing with how much pain I was in, but I threw a punch at him. He dodged, gripping my arm and pulling, using my moment of instability to bite me. I screamed, jerking away from him as I held my bleeding hand close to myself. The man stared at me as I backed away, eyes wide and pupils small, jaw slightly parted as he gained a ravenous look. I winced, sudden pain in my arm making me go dizzy before the world began to spin. I stumbled forward a few steps, then whimpered as someone caught me. I felt blind, so I couldn't tell who it was by sight, but the smell of my blood on his lips left me no doubts. This was one of the monsters. He picked me up, bridal carry style, and I bit back a scream as my arm began to burn in earnest. I felt sobs rack my body as the pain multiplied, growing with every second.

Then it began to spread.

It slowly trailed up my arm, moving sluggishly as I screamed and writhed in the mans I breaking grip. I didn't know what had happened to my incredible strength from a minute ago, but I didn't care. It hit my heart and began spreading in every direction, and I stopped screaming; the overwhelming sensations were to much for me, so I simply passed out as my body began convulsing in his arms.

When I woke up, my body felt bruised and exhausted, and I was covered in sweat. I shook slightly, breathing shakily as I tried to pry open my eyes. When I had I immediately tried to roll away. I felt the bile rising and didn't want to choke again. The man who'd bitten me was sleeping stretched out and unclothed next to me, and I was skin to skin against him. So I tried to move, though he growled, eyes opening as he wrapped his arms around me in a possessive way. I stared into his eyes, and I immediately lost control of my stomach I convulsed, trying to jerk away as I puked, the stuff getting caught in my mouth as he held me, the man freezing like a statue in surprise. I began shaking from my need to breath, my eyes wide and terrified as I stared at the ceiling, before he let go and I practically fell out of the bed. I retched, coughing as it came out of my throat and spilled onto the floor, my breathing panicked and desperate. I tried to crawl away from him on my hands and knees, to shaky and weak to stand, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him. I whimpered, eyes closing as I pulled as far away as I could, but simply stared at me until I began to cry from my fear. Then he let go of my arms and I literally fell away from him, collapsing to the floor and only barely avoiding my own stomach bile. I scrambled away, curling up in a corner between a couch and the wall as he hummed in some kind of interested fashion.

"Odd... I picked you for an Alpha last week; you fought so well and hit so hard... Anna was in recovery for three days, and Jason... well, he's still recovering... but you're definitely an omega..." I had stopped listening after week. We could literally be anywhere after that much time, and whatever knockout juice he'd used had put me to sleep for that entire week. It was terrifying, and made me want to hide myself in a never ending pit of darkness, dirt, and sad cat videos. I felt disgusting, and prayed he hadn't washed me, or touched me anywhere I hadn't felt him touch me. I prayed so hard I thought I'd faint, and I still couldn't stop the tears that came to my eyes, sobs as I realized I'd been kidnapped, and George likely thought I'd run away- and because of him. He would be in so much pain... I hid my head, whining softly as I began to sob. "Shh... don't worry pet, we asked a witch to come help fix you. Then you'll be mine... forever." My breath caught and my body stiffened as I began to quiver slightly, fear and nightmarish terror filling me so completely that I could smell them in the air. I felt exhausted still, and I knew the man couldn't have fed or watered me very well while I was passed out- my mouth felt dry despite the stomach bile still in it, and I couldn't work up the saliva to spit. The man chuckled, eyes turning a dark shade of red.

I still felt like he was touching me, and I wanted to wash the feeling away; but I wanted to be wearing clothes again- more, even, than I wanted to be clean. I felt cold, and I shivered as I curled more tightly into the corner. I didn't want to be here, I wanted to be in my own home, I wanted my clothes, I wanted George, I wanted my mom. I wanted to feel safe. The man was suddenly in front of me, and I froze, my breath catching as I curled up more tightly, hissing my face in fear as I shook. "Oh... you'll like me soon enough... now you're awake I can take my time turning you into my kitten... and I know a dozen ways to make you fall." I shuddered, my breathing starting again as panicked, fearful gasps. He was too close, I didn't like it, I wanted him gone, he was too close, I wanted him to go away... he pulled me upholding one of my arms above my head to keep me straight as he grinned down at me. "I've fallen in love with you, little one. Let's see how long it takes to make you love me back, shall we?" He grinned, eyeing my shaking body with some kind of desire I'd never seen before, and dragged me through one of the two doors in the room. It was a bathroom, and I prayed he'd leave me to bathe myself in peace, though I had no hope he actually would. Lo and behold, he pulled me into the shower with before turning on the water, and I immediately tried to leave, struggling to pull away as the water made my body slicker and harder to hold. He chuckled, eyes flashing as he grinned in excitement. "Stay still, kitty; let me wash you." I froze, feeling like my breath had been knocked out of me and icy daggers were stabbing my innards.

I slowly and unwillingly stepped back into the shower as he released my hand, my movements jerky and painful; then leaned in close and whispered to me. "I won't tell you to love me, but I won't hold any other punches, kitten. You're going to be putty in my hands until that witch gets here~... better learn to enjoy it." Then he began to clean me off, and I wanted to throw up again. My stomach was empty, though, and I couldn't move; I couldn't even dry-heave. I wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn't come; so I settled for a dead look as I stared at the wall. This was all my worst nightmares combined and then touched by a demon to turn them into something far, far worse than I could imagine on my own. This was truly my personal Hell; and it was bad enough that I wanted Alex to help me- but I couldn't even feel him anymore.
_________________________________(A/N) Hey Guys! What's up? The sky doesn't count. So this is how Geff wound up there and what happened afterwards. The next few chapters will be From Geff's POV, since A) he's the main main character, and B) Alex is still unconscious. So expect a lot of sadness, tears, and uncomfortable topics for the next little while. :3
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Till next time, Sept-Mates!

Your Poet and Scribe,
~ShadeFinder<(0^0)>