(UNKNOWN P.O.V)

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The hood blocks my face. Wind slightly pounds against the cloth and I sit rigid in place.

He has black hair. Grey eyes. Interesting young lad.

Grey eyes like his father.

Black hair like his mother.

A strong build indeed.

Pretty boy thinks he can protect her. A silly boy he is. He doesn't know who I am. He has a gun under his bed. I know he is keeping secrets. Just like the other one did. The one with the blonde hair, blue eyes.

The boy is dangerous. I first saw him as intimidating. A tough interior indeed. I have seen him break. The boy is pathetic. He sometimes has nightmares. He kicks in bed. Other nights he sneaks out.

I follow him until he goes past the gas station.

I don't like the stench of gasoline.

I have seen the way he looks at Scarlet. He looks at her with...

Love?

Disgusting.

He will hurt my sister in the end. Like that Luke, he hurt Scarlet. He just thought he could run away.

Never try to run. I'll only catch them faster.

Grey eyes may have a gun,

Yet I have the thirst for his neck under my blade.

And we all know a man can't resist his urges.

I see him. I look through the window as he stares at Scarlet. He holds her hand, looking at her as if she was glass about to shatter.

He carresses her cheek. She continues to sleep. Stupid Quinn. I can assure you he won't be hurting my sister no more.

I see my mother. I don't see the other little boy and girl. Whoever they were.

Oh, I haven't hunted in a while.

Maybe I should pay my sister another little visit?

Or even better, Pay Blake Channing a fun little visit.

Oh, why don't I just kill two birds with one stone and visit them both.

When did I become so clever?

A sickening feeling bubbles in my stomach as he leans down to kiss her forehead. My hands clench into fists and my overpowering urge grows stronger. The weight of cold medal lays against my skin as I lightly touch the blade of my knife, before dispersing into the shadows.

"Soon."

I attempt to calm the hunger knawing in me.

Soon.

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Sorry this is a short chapter, I really wanted a sandwich.