What is your favorite color?

I like anything HOLO and Navy Blue. (Yes, I believe HOLO is a color, do not quote me otherwise :D)

A.N: Thank you for all the love you guys have given me! Summer break is finally here so I will start posting weekly. And hold tight because a lot of information is going to be revealed. *read the past chapters because it may be confusing*

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Jax's P.O.V

I've always been the good brother, yet the bad student. I've lived up to my brothers expectations ever since are parents passed away. Now I never want to learn shit. Or dream of happy endings.

To make matters worse, she moved here. Whenever I see her, my blood boils in anger. Every time she stares or even speak in her dreading, disdaining voice, I just want to snap that pretty little neck of hers.

I just wish I'd realize sooner or later that she was indeed a fox dressed in sheep's clothing.

Flashback:

"Hey! Aren't you my best friends brother," a smile flashed across her face from beneath the locks of her thick, black hair. With her thick rimmed glasses, it made her have an innocent and geeky look. She is a naive and stupid child, but funny and kind. I guess that was what Lucifer liked about her: his words were "she has a power waiting to be unleashed underneath her dorky appearance." Whatever the hell that meant, I wanted no part of it.

"Who wants to know," I sighed, slightly annoyed. She took a seat next to me on the bench. Why was she here? She needs to get out right now!

"What are you doing here? Where's your brother?" She dipped her head down; never someone to be loud or extroverted. We barely talked, yet she always came over because of my brother. In my opinion, he needs to find better friends.

My brother was hunting and I was keeping guard. The dumbass had less control than me when it came to blood, especially hers. It was tempting, I'll admit that, but there was something odd about the smell; almost as if the scent was masked, but extremely tempting.

"He went out. And I don't need to explain myself," I grumbled; I didn't hide my annoyance. I wanted her to leave.

"Wow, somebody needs a Happy Meal," she mischievously smiled when I gave her the death glare. Her shoulders hung below as she dropped her hands limply to the side.

"Oh shut the fuck-," it was then the little bitch had interrupted me. She straightened and stood up.The sun had began to set down, and the night had begun to settle in.

"A shooting star!" She beamed in excitement and looked back at me. "Make a wish."

I looked up. The darkness of that night would never escape my memory, especially since I was a creature of the night. I remembered the black satin curtain draped over the sky, and the twisted, warped shapes the stars made against the blackness. It was beautiful, intricate canvas.

It was hard to shove aside the worries corrupting my mind, but with the stars twirling, it seemed the white speckles twirled and danced along the sky in various patterns, causing the corners of my lips to move upward, almost making me smile.

My gaze stared back at India. According to my brother, India meant a large river that has been kissed by angels. She seems so innocent, so naive that I want to take it away. It's so simple, yet so complicated.

I despise her as a whole, my brother is subconsciously falling in love, and my cousin is dating her. It seemed as if I'm watching a love triangle and I couldn't get out of watching it. It was too stupid and annoying to not see how everything plays out. Besides, my brother would cause me too much torture if I did anything. I'm nothing more than a puppy in his eyes.

"Did you make your wish yet? Did it come true?" The moonlight radiated her, causing slight dimples and creases along her face.

"No," my voice held a nonchalant tone. How dumber can she get? Wishes are meant to kept secret. Seriously!

"Why not?" She sparked.

I groaned in fury. "Cause your still here!" She flinched at my sudden outburst. Good. She needs to be scared.

I wanted to see her frustration, but she surprised me by still keeping a happy face.

"Just because I'm smiling, doesn't mean I don't want to punch you in the face," She retorted, the twinkling of her eyes still holding a shine.

I guffawed which morphed into a smirk. "I'd like to see you-," she had already sped towards me and blew a shitload of dust on my face and quickly backed away.

I screamed in frustration and pain at her attack. Damn, that hurt like a motherfucker. I could feel the anger rising within me, almost like a volcano ready to explode. I closed my eyes, and opened them instantly. She yelped in surprise.

It was then I knew that what she blew was not ordinary dust. No, it was woodbine dust; a dust that shows the real us. My eyes had turned the silver pigment I always dreaded and my canines had protruded to my bottom lip. I snarled at her in vexation. She had some nerve to make small talk and to throw woodbine at me.

"It's true," she barely whispered, her eyes wide as she started taking small steps back. Does she really think I'm not going to notice that?

"Yes. You've got some fucking nerve throwing that at me," I started to advance towards her, and she pulled out a stake from sleeve.

I should've known she was a slayer. Of course her scent had slayers blood all over it. But if anything, she made a terrible slayer. Someone so small and frail and oddly dressed.

"Stay back! Or I'll stake!" She held the tool with both hands in front of her face. Wow, she depended on it like her life. Then again, it wasn't like I would kill her. No, my brother would forbid it. Hurt her? Well, my brother is not around right now so, maybe.

"You?!" I laughed and took a step closer and held her shoulder tightly so she wouldn't be able to escape. Tears cascaded down her face like a waterfall and I glared at her angrily. She hurts me and she's crying. What a bitch.

"I want to see what army you got bitch," I got down to her level and I hissed so loudly, I made her drop the weapon. Idiot. I smirked, and my tongue raked over my fangs. She was dinner.

"She's in training," a deep gruffly voice said. I turned and I immediately grunted as the old man jabbed a stake into my abdomen. The blood bled through my shirt as I clutched my stomach in pain.

Before I had passed out cold and had awoken into a new house in Havenbridge, I could hear her annoying shrilling voice say, "Dad!!!"

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I want revenge.

"Jax! Jax! Wake up!" I could feel icy cold water dripping down my hair and forehead. I was now shook awake.

"What the fuck man!" I cursed and looked up my desk to see Lucifer giving me a look of disappointment as he held a water bottle. Oh just because he's a teacher, I can't curse?

"No cursing," he gave a stern look.

"I'm 120 years old. What am I supposed to do with my life? Cursing, drinking, and fucking is my way of getting through it," I rolled my eyes in annoyance as I flung my backpack over my shoulder and walked to the door.

"Yes. And look at where's it's gotten you," Lucifer bellowed sarcastically. I turned and sighed, my contemplating my scattered thoughts.

"You're miserable and I'm trying to help," he patted my shoulder and I quickly flung it off. I didn't need his fucking sympathy. All I wanted was freedom.

"Like your any better," I grumbled. He gave a concerned and confused glance that spoke, 'What do you mean?' I sighed in annoyance.

"Do you seriously not remember her?"

Lucifer seemed in disbelief. "We already talked about this. No I don't remember India. What's gotten into you and the new student?"

"You-," I started but he interrupted.

"Is it a crush?" he tried to contain a smirk. I gave him a deadpan look.

"No-,"

"Because as your cousin, I say ditch blondie and go for her. She's got a spicy innocence going on, and I'm sure you can crack her," he winked but his expression quickly morphed into skepticism.

"As your teacher-," he smiled jokingly and put his index finger for emphasis. Dramatic bitch.

"ENOUGH! No I hate the girl! She's a slayer and you use to date her," I screamed, pissed off like a destructive storm.

"Hate is a strong word," he silently whispered and I glared at him with all my hate in the world. He rolled his eyes.

"Plus I wouldn't date a student. And a slayer? C'mon really," he sighed.

"It was three years ago at Luwa."

"The city?"

"Yes."

Lucifer seemed to battling his sense of self. He scratched his head. He went towards his desk and sat down.

"Okay, lets just say I believed your little story," he drawled, wanting to say more but he held his tongue in.

Not a minute later, he stood up. "Why are you telling me all this?"

I took a big step closer. My next words were rather better to be insured and hope for the best.

Before everything at Havenbridge, I would swallow my retort and just do it, smile and move on. But it was only a matter of time where I was making matters worse.

Then she had to come into every little aspect of our lives, every damn thing. I was done. All that rage I have is desiring to explode out of me like a fireball.

One day, and that day is today, I just snapped, and made a final decision.

"Because once you fully regain your memory back, you are going to help me get rid of her."

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