James moved closer to the dead animal with slow steps when Felix turned around the corner. He lowered his stare and gulped harshly, facing the crimson red blood along with the corpse. Damon stood behind him, his hand still covering his mouth in shock. Damon had putrid hate for humans, especially his own gender, as he had seen so many murders and rape in the mafia. Animals never harmed anyone, though.

"Only a psychopath would kill an animal with no mercy."

James chuckled and looked at the corner; Felix was long gone. There was built some tension; he couldn't take his eyes away from the kitten. On the other hand, Damon was already far away, holding his head, trying to realize what just had happened. So much hate and evil toward an innocent soul, and for what?

"How can the government leave such power on the hands of a person that steps on half-dead animals for a good laugh!?"

Damon turned his chin to James, his eyes wide-opened. James shook his head and sighed. He kneeled down and took the animal in his arms. Damon glared at him, shocked as he saw him cross the road and head towards a small park.

"James? Where are you going!?"

Damon ran behind him nervously; he lost him for a couple of seconds. James kneeled down and dug a hole in the grass with his hands. Damon stood away, observing him as he put the kitten in and buried it. James left a groan as he stood up and left the park behind, his hands and shirt covered in blood and dirt.

"We're going home."

"Why?"

"I must find this fucking psychopath before it's too late."

James got on his motorbike and put on his helmet before giving Damon his. Damon looked at it; James' fingertips had left a red print on it; he chuckled darkly before joining him.

On the ride towards the mansion, James was sceptical. A human that could kill an animal easily could harm a human, too. Maybe, Felix had such power that no one ever questioned his targets, not even the same people that handed it to him. Felix seemed so full of himself, always thinking he was the good guy, and no one ever dug deeper in his soul.

The motorbike stopped out of a sudden; James took a big breath seeing the mansion. Damon handed the helmet back and fixed his suit. James followed his friend inside; they found Deetra and Brianna in the living room, enjoying some champagne while gossiping and laughing.

Deetra stood up the moment she faced her boyfriend in that terrible condition. She looked at her brother for a brief second before putting his hands on James' cheeks.

"W-What happened!? James, what is this mess?"

"Felix stepped on a half-dead animal in front of us and started laughing his arse off."

"What...."

Deetra stared at both of them; Brianna was confused, not knowing who Felix was.

"He was in the goddamn bar I got in with Damon, he was with Abigail, but she left before him. We saw him step on a small kitten, dammit! He wanted to do it; it wasn't an accident!"

"Why are you covered in blood and dirt, though...."

"He buried the animal in a nearby park."

Damon added before sitting beside Brianna and lying back on the couch, feeling tired; the headache slowly came back. Damon groaned in pain, holding his head between his hands with closed eyes.

"I couldn't see it like that, in the road all alone in blood and guts, Deetra...."

"Oh, James... C'mon... I have some spare clothes you left here last time...."

Deetra gave him a gentle kiss, and James followed her upstairs, not feeling disgusted at all by his shirt or hands.

Brianna turned to Damon; she lowered her face and put her hand on Damon's shoulder, whispering.

"Are you okay, playboy?"

"I'm fine, just another headache...."

"Want a pill?"

"No, no... I don't wanna jump from drug addiction to a paracetamol addiction...."

Brianna smiled and played with his hair before wrapping her arms around his right one.

"Do you need help? I can take you to your room if you want."

"I said I'm fine, Brianna...."

Damon stood up but nearly lost his balance. She held him with a soft laugh and took some steps closer to the stairs.

"C'mon Damon, it's not the time to act tough; let me help you...."

"Fine, just because I feel polite."

She rolled her eyes and took him to his bedroom with slow and steady steps; Damon felt like an old man who couldn't walk without help. He lay down in his shirt and pants; he didn't have the guts to undress at all. The man closed his eyes and inhaled profoundly, hoping the headache will go away on its own. His eyes shot open, though, when he felt a pair of hands undoing the buttons of the reddish shirt as he growled in annoyance.

"What are you doing."

"Helping you undress?"

"I can do it on my own, you know."

"No, you can't, you liar.... Damon, for real, I just want to help."

"Whatever...."

Damon managed to take off his shirt before lying back down. Brianna lay beside him; they both stood there in silence, staring at the ceiling. Damon gulped and closed his eyes for one more time, hoping he will fall asleep sooner or later. He was almost asleep until he felt Brianna grind against him. He groaned, annoyed, turning his head towards her.

"What's your problem, sweetheart!?"

"I just wanted to be closer to you; it's been a long time since I hugged you...."

Damon sighed but stayed quiet and tried to calm his body and mind. He felt her head against his chest but didn't move or say anything. The man opened his eyes a couple minutes later, seeing Brianna asleep. Her arm was around his stomach and her cheek against his cheek. She looked peaceful, and you could barely understand that she was breathing.

Damon wrapped his right arm around her shoulder and brought his face closer to hers. He would probably regret it in the morning, but right now, he needed some cuddling to calm his body's tension. There was no saliva in his mouth, and his lips felt dry along with his neck.

"You're the only woman who's not family and never disappointed me, Brianna."

He kissed her forehead gently. Hopefully, he would be better in the morning.

In the middle of the night, Damon woke up feeling his whole body on fire. He left the bed behind in silence and removed his pants. He thought he had a fever for some seconds, but a bright idea came to his mind. A shower didn't sound bad. Brianna was fully asleep when Damon got in his shower with a sigh; the hot water felt excellent. He couldn't take the image of that dead animal out of his head, though. He washed his face under the running water; Felix was crazy. Who knew in what kind of shit Abigail was entangled in. Damon wrapped a towel around his waist; it's been a while since he stared in a mirror. The black circles were barely visible, and his skin looked better with fewer cracks. A smile took over his lips, happy seeing himself getting better. "Mom would be proud." he thought, and the smile got even bigger. She would be, indeed.

The smile disappeared when he realized that he had to step and dress up in his bedroom where Brianna was asleep. He cursed under his breath and rubbed his eyes in distress. "Shit, I forgot her...." he spoke to himself. It's not like it would be the first time she would see him naked; it's just he didn't want her to see him like that cause things would go downhills pretty quickly. "Well, whatever...." Damon whistled softly and walked to his bedroom and quickly to his wardrobe. Brianna, thankfully, looked still asleep. He sighed, looking for a pyjama bottom among his clothes. His blood ran cold when he felt a pair of arms around his stomach.

"Hey...."

"Oh, uh, did I wake you up? Didn't mean to...."

"It's fine... Did you have a shower?"

"Yeah...."

Damon continued looking when she unwrapped her arms. He cursed lowly; where were all his pyjamas!?

"Damon...."

"Yes...?"

"Um...."

He turned around, his eyes widening. Damon started sweating as he put his hands over his eyes with a growl. Brianna laughed, stepping closer to him, wrapping her hands around his.

"Why are you hiding? Is that blushing? A grown man like you is embarrassed?"

"I am not embarrassed Brianna, I fancy the female anatomy, but why are you standing naked in front of me, for god's sake!?"

"Damon...."

She ran her hands down his stomach to the towel. He gulped in uneasiness.

"Oh, c'mon playboy, you didn't miss me at all?"

"Well, I...."

She looked at her from head to toes; he couldn't lie.

"I missed you a lot, Brianna but not... romantically."

"Doesn't matter... I mean, fine if you don't want to have- "

"I didn't say that! I just said, if you think this is gonna lead to a loving relationship, you're wrong...."

"I can't have a relationship with you, Damon... You're a Gemini man, and my mentor told me your kind is toxic."

Brianna giggled, receiving a chuckle from him; his fingers were already against her rosy cheeks.

"Well, I'll show you how much toxic I can be."

In the morning, Damon woke up with no pain at all. He left a soft groan looking at the sun outside the window, shining against his face. He glared on the other side of the bed, finding a naked Brianna between his arms. "Fuck...." Damon wasn't proud of himself, but he couldn't erase anything right now. He got out of bed, dressed up, and joined his sister for breakfast, leaving Brianna behind on the bed.

Deetra and James were enjoying their morning with some coffee and tea and a casual conversation. Soon, both their eyes were on Damon, who was panting, trying to fix his belt.

"Morning, brother."

"Good Morning, Damon. Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah, morning...."

Damon sat down silently and filled a cup with hot coffee. His hands were trembling, and his eyes were bloodshot open. Deetra was starring at him, her mug close to her lips. James chuckled and had some green tea.

"Why are you looking at me."

"You had sex with Brianna, didn't you?"

Deetra smiled, catching her sibling off guard. Damon drank some coffee and cleared his throat before starting whispering.

"How do you know it."

"You smell Gucci Bloom from head to toes, arsehole."

"Gucci Bloom?"

"It's a female perfume, idiot."

"Plus, there are a bunch of... marks on your neck."

James added, winking, holding the mug of green tea with a smile.

Damon's day started with being dipped in annoyance as his sister and best friend were making fun of him. He didn't like these marks that teenagers call "hickeys". A hickey means that you belong to someone, and Damon belonged to no one in particular. On the other hand, all the women belonged to him in his words. Okay, maybe not all of them but most of them. Specifically, a woman was missing from his "collection" named Abigail Miller.

"Why so gloomy, brother? Bad sex?"

"I shouldn't... have done that."

Damon sighed, leaning on his arms. He had their attention now. It was the first time Damon felt like this. He felt like he... cheated even though he did nothing wrong. The guilt inside him was piling up for some reason, and he hated it. It's been a year, he was quiet over alcohol and cocaine. The irony, the drug baron was over drugs but not over a woman. His stupid brain was still stuck there, on that night, on that day, on that week.

He finished his coffee; he had his whole day in front of him. He had to take care of a business, and there was no room for idiotic flirts and stupid mistakes. He swore while he heard Brianna come downstairs. The day would be long, filled with awkward jokes.

A/n: Remember to comment, like and add the book to your libary if you liked it :)