.three. 

When she saw Michael's strange reaction to the elusive shifter, her expression softened. Placing her hand on his shoulder, she tried to get a look at his face, but it was covered by his hands. "Michael," She sighed, "We're not supposed to let our feelings get in the way. You should have killed her."

"I couldn't." The white haired boy shook his head. "I can't do it. I can't kill her." 

"Why not?" Dempsey asked, frustrated.

"Because...she reminds me of Harley...and I love her." Michael admitted in a low voice, the words escaping his lips were full of shame.

The brunette sucked in a breath, surprised. "You're in love with the boss' daughter?"

"Worse." Michael told her, keeping his head down the entire time. "She isn't just his daughter. Remember I told you the boss has a son?"

"Mhm." She nodded.

"I'm his son." He breathed.

"What?" Dempsey asked in disbelief. "Oh my gosh, Michael. You're in love with your sister?"

"I didn't know we were siblings!" He hissed.

Sighing, Dempsey grabbed onto his arm and pulled him up to standing. With a hand on his shoulder, she said to him, "Maybe you should request getting reassigned. If you're here and she reminds you of Harley, it'll be much harder to get over it. Call the boss and have him send you to Mexico. With Paul gone, he'll need someone to take his place."

But Michael shook his head, "I don't want to talk to him."

"Well, you can't just stay here if you're gonna let her go everytime you catch her!" The brunette complained.

"I didn't let her go." He shook his head. "She was never here."

"Have you lost your mind?" Dempsey tapped him on the head, on the verge of losing her patience with him. 

Michael's hand shot out to grab a hold of Dempsey's arm. He pulled on her arm until her back his the brick wall. "Listen Dempsey," He hissed, "Everything is as I say it is. You shouldn't even be here anyway. You're supposed to be leaving for Australia now, so keep yourself out of my business. The girl was never here and I'll kill her when I find her."

"Okay, I get it." Dempsey shoved him away from her with all her strength.

Michael stayed in the dark alley and watched as Dempsey walked away. He knew he had done wrong in letting the girl go, but he didn't care.

He convinced himself that next time would be different. 

Next time he would hunt a rabbit and go straight for the kill.

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It was late into the night when he returned to the place he called home in London. An old abandoned factory where food was once packaged, but had burned down several years before. Shifters did well in abandoned places, it made it more difficult for anyone to find them.

The back of the building was in a well kept condition, the front had gotten most of the damage and he got settled in there easily. 

He didn't have much; an old matress in the corner of the room, two chairs, a desk, a small bedside table where a photograph rested atop it. A picture of Michael as a little boy with his mother Mary, both smiling bright into the camera, as always there was no father figure in sight. Never there, always hiding. Though Michael understood, his anger at Arthur wouldn't lessen. 

"Its because of you that all of this happened." He growled, referring to his boss. "You did this to me." In anger, his hand balled into a fist and collided with the side wall, sending bits of chipped paint and plaster everywhere.

His advanced belongings that he used for his job; guns, gadgets and computers were in a different part of the building. Those things weren't truly his. They belonged to Arthur. Everything was his and Michael had nothing.

Only large amounts of money that piled up in a Swiss bank. He couldn't purchase any furniture because he had no house to take it to and he couldn't buy a house because he was still a minor, and where is it ever normal when a seventeen year old boy has enough money to purchase a house?

It was only then that he realized how lonely he really was and how good he had it with the Quinns.

Grabbing his cellphone out of his pocket, he decided to call them. His fingers punched in the number keys and he waited for an answer.

Just as his call was about to get connected, he quickly hung up the phone.

He was too afraid.

Taking in a deep breath, he decided to try again. This time, he waited until someone aswered the phone. It was Harley.

"Hello?" She said into the phone rather rudely.

He was calling their house phone and he knew she probably hadn't even bothered to check the caller ID. Michael gasped and quickly hung up on her.

It was too soon to talk to her. He had hoped it was Harleen on the phone in which case he could build up to it. He could start a casual conversation with his foster mum first before mentally preparing himself to talk to Harley.

"Fuck." He cursed himself under his breath when his cellphone vibrated, announcing a incoming text message.

'why did you hang up on me?' 

Harley.

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update.

i just want to apologize if there are any spelling errors. my 'n' key keeps getting stuck and sometimes wont show up when i press it.

but i really hope you all enjoy reading this.

i have football knews for the world and i have very mixed emotions about it. though i guess i can feel more happy cause i'm hispanic so i gotta support the boys eh?

so today was the revenge match, as i like to call it, between germany and argentina.

and ARGENTINA SLAUGHTERED.

4-2.

i like both teams, but i gotta admit i was more happy that the albiceleste won cause i wanted them to win the cup. i literally cried the day they lost. that's not to say i hate the germans, in fact i love them. they're hot. but argentina was superior today.

and germany fans, don't say 'but we won the cup so...' cause damn home skillet, its been over a month. let it gooooooo.

next revenge match approaching: colombia vs. brasil. on friday.

and i also like both teams, but i'm hoping for a cafetero win. my little jamesito deserves it.

anyway, thank you for reading.

i love you.

-clary xx