It has been a solid four hours. Ana had gotten back three hours ago with everything a baby would ever need.

Blue or Blake slowly started to realize that being cradled to a woman's chest wasn't the worst thing in the world.

PonyBoy was officially on my shit list since it was taking him so long to hurry this along and Corey had been searching for the serum.

Blue grabbed my boob for the twentieth time in the last ten minuets.

I snapped.

"Listen here you little shit, if you sexually harass me one more time I'm going to throw you out into the ocean" I snapped at him.

He gave me an innocent look, I stared at him confused why didn't he-

"Wow that was harsh" Ana said appearing from behind me.

I glared at Blue who smirked at me before busting out into a full baby wail.

"Shut the fuck up" I demanded from him.

Ana gasped before snatching him out of my lap and clutching him to her chest before sitting beside me.

He immediately stopped his fake tears and smiled while rubbing his face between her chest.

I glared hard at him while he gave me a sneaky smile.

"I always wanted kids" Ana said smiling down at her husband.

This was so wrong.

"I guess I want them to ... In a few years" I quickly added watching with interest as Blue tensed obviously uncomfortable.

"You know Blue and I .... We were going to start a life together, but then shit happened and he ... We. ... I know you've probably slept with him" she said a sad smile on her face.

Mine drained of color.

"No! No! We haven't and I wouldn't have touched him with a ten foot pole if I knew he'd been married, honestly I wanted to kick him in his balls when you told me you were his wife, and I'm sorry that I have been ... Fully chaste with him, but I swear I didn't know" I rambled out my eyes wide a panic about to come full force.

Blue rolled his eyes at me, "he and I haven't been ... Together for a long time, but I want to get back with him, but I may be too late" she whispered to herself.

My face crunched in confusion along with Blues.

He most definitely shouldn't been hearing this.

"He cares about you" she said looking at me, like she was trying to figure it all out.

I snorted and Blue laughed.

"He through me off of a building, and probably has wet dreams about choking me to death" I said snickering at her earlier comment.

She gave a tense smile, "I watched you two fight the other night in the street. The way he tried not to hurt you, he wants to protect you. Though that didn't last very long and he sucker punched you in the face, he did try which is more I've seen him do" she said looking off into space still clutching the baby.

"Yeah, sure" I said looking away.

She obviously was delusional.

"I don't like you" she suddenly blurted.

Well then. "Uh ... Sorry?" I said caught off guard.

"And I'm not going to be your friend or anything, and I love him, even if he doesn't love me. And I want him back, so you need to back off, I don't know what you two have been doing or have done but it's over, I'm here to claim what is rightfully mine" she said determination in her eyes.

I was shocked. Then pissed.

"Listen, I don't know what you've heard or what you want but I've been through too much with that dick to have to sit here and listen to his asshole of a wife threaten me. So do you mind keeping you high school fucking drama to a minimum? Your bitch of a husband gives me enough headaches for the day I don't need you to help" I seethed.

Blue was giving me wide eyes that were obviously amused.

She now looked pissed but was trying to pull it together.

She took a deep breath and looked down at the baby.

"He and I planned to have one, you know" she said looking down at Blue.

He tensed and looked uncomfortable before starting to wiggle to get away from her.

"Interesting" I said noncommittal. Like I needed to hear their love story.

"The current in his body causes ... Things to happen" she says still smiling at the baby but looking sad. "I use to be a super, still am. His body has this current in it that releases whenever he ... Gets excited" she said thinking of the right words.

Now I was fully confused. "What?" I asked.

"He's almost killed girls, the current flows from his body to there's causing them to have seizures and heart attacks. Hell, even when he kisses he has to hold back, he and I were able to slightly get around it since I heal faster than normal and my body can take ... Harsher treatment than a regular human" she said looking off. "Every time I got slightly pregnant the current would go through the embryo and if was too young to heal, so I would miscarriage" she continued looking off into space.

I felt bad. Really I did.

I looked down at Blue and he looked pissed as he glared up at Ana. He refused to look at me.

"And your telling me this because ..."

She turns and looks at me, "because when you fall in love with him you need to remember your body and his aren't compatible. So leave my man alone" she said venom leaking from her voice.

Honestly would've called her a bitch, but she just admitted to being a super, so I'm going to dial down my bitchiness and try not to get strangled to death while my only hope can't even control his fucking bowels.

I blinked at her, I opened my mouth to cuss her out because lets be honest my bitch dial broke a long time ago.

But PonyBoy came bursting through the doors.

"I fixed it!" He screamed.

My eyes widen while Ana looked confused.

I snatched Blue Doom away from her and sprinted down the stairs after PonyBoy, locking the door behind me.

I set Blue on the ground and watched as PonyBoy aimed the machine at him and shot the beam of light.

I shielded my eyes and when I turned around Blue Doom stood in all his glory.

Butt ass naked.

And with no mask on.

My eyes widen to the size of space ships.

"Blade Dun?" I asked completely thrown off, he was just as sexy as the day I first met him years ago at one of my mothers functions. I was 15 and he was 19.

When I'd tried to talk to him he shut me down and slammed me up. He'd been unbelievably mean to me.

He'd said I'd looked fat and that my dress looked like I belong at a strip club for the blind.

Yes his exact words.

But damn his was so sexy, honestly beautiful.

He'd was carved by the gods, kissed by the Angels, and worshiped by the people.

He was at billionaire, owning his fathers business by 20 and had been in more spreads for spreading women's legs than I can count.

He was the ultimate play boy, and the ultimate rich kid.

His eyes connected with mine, and I couldn't breathe, he was glaring at me as usual but this time it was smothering.

I refused to break eye contact because if I looked any lower I honestly might have an asthma attack.

PonyBoy rushed to him and gave him a shirt and sweats but his eyes never left mine.

Even as he slid his clothes on, which was unbelievably depressing, he never lost eye contact.

It was a test, he wanted to know what I thought, what I was thinking at this very moment.

Then I realized. This motherfucker trust me.

He could have easily hid his identity. He could have flown out of here, turn around, ran out of here, but he didn't.

For some crazy awful reason he didn't do a single one of those things.

Instead he locked his eyes with mine, and demanded a response from me.

He took slow calculated steps toward me, he never broke eye contact and continued to walk at a predatory pace as he approached.

Suddenly we were face to face (chest). He looked down at me, "Katrina ... Say some-"

I slapped the shit out of him. He wasn't expecting it so to my delight his head actually snapped to the side.

My hand was most definitely broken, and probably bleeding but that look of anger and confusion on his face was worth it.

"That was for saying I looked like a stripper to the blind" I said my eyes narrowed in on him.

His jaw clenched, his eyes flashed, like for real flashed.

Like fucking head lights.

To a car.

Flashed.

Like a flash light.

Literally looked like a scene from the fucking conjuring.

"Did you just flash your eyes at me?" I muttered fear leaking into my voice.

His whole beautiful face crunched in fury as he did it two times more.

I couldn't breathe my chest was tightening up and fear was clawing at my throat.

He was going to kill me for real, as he flashed his damn eyes at me like head lights.

"Honestly I feel like I deserved that hit" I said with a nervous chuckle.

"I'll decide what you deserve" his voice was stone.

"Blade..."

"My name is Blake you dumb idiot" he growled out.

I knew it sounded weird for someone to name their kid Blade like the movie, but I thought that was what everyone was saying.

"Blake ..." Insert nervous chuckle, "I have one thing to say-"

"I don't care" he growled.

I swallowed my fear and licked my lips, his eyes snapped to my mouth.

"I don't think your in control of yourself right now" I whispered to him.

"I know I'm not"

Those were the words that had PonyBoy's coward ass hauling it back up the steps and to safety.

"Shit"

He took an impossible step closer, "shit would be the right word" he growled again.

I hit the wall, not realizing he'd been herding me backwards.

I chuckled, it was more choking than anything.

"Let's discuss why your so angry" I said trying to defuse this situation, because my life hill was going down fast.

"Okay, let's start with the fact that you were poisoned and didn't tell me, then you have the fucking nerve to die on me, and once I revive you, without a thank you, you go running through a wall and try to pick a fight with me. That's why I'm pissed, that's why I want to ring your neck" he ground out.

Pause.

"That seems like a lot of pent up anger" I said.

His eyes literally darkened.

Oh shit.

Then my fury hit me, my eyes narrowed into a glare at him and I shoved his chest.

He didn't actually move, but it was more a statement anyway.

"Don't fucking talk down and yell at me damnit. I'm not the one who kissed you while I was married" I hissed at him.

He cocked his head in confusion.

"You slimy sons a bitch, how dare you even touch me when your fucking bound to that woman upstairs. Who, by the way, you let me cuss at when she's a super. Do you realize I like living, I'm attached to breathing in and out, and the fact that your shady ass would let me put myself in a situation where I could've said 'fight me bitch' and died pisses me the fuck off. So don't yell at me Mr. Married because you were wrong not me and stop pretending to give a shit about me when you know you have a wife, go fucking connect with her!" I screamed at him.

We were both breathing heavy by the time I was done.

The glare match was like the Olympics.

Which looked a lot like his eyes ... But I couldn't think about that right now.

Our chests touched as we heavily breathed from laying into each other.

His eyes glared hard at me, but I wasn't backing down, we could play if he wanted to but I'm about to win this shit.

Suddenly the air changed, it was charged.

It went from anger to lust in a second, my eyes widen a fraction.

He leaned down closer to me, "why the fuck are you so beautiful?" He growled.

My mouth opened with a bitch response on the tip of my tongue before I realized what he said.

My breath caught, and my eyes got bigger, but before I could even muster the brain power to say anything his lips were on mine.

And they were angry.

He tortured me the best way.

His hands slide up the sides of my body, as he laid me into the wall, every angle of his gorgeous body against mine.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and he lifted me, making me wrap my legs around his waist.

He slammed me against the wall, his mouth exploring mine in a vicious torturous way.

I moaned, he slipped his hands under my shirt.

It was complete and utter bliss, which probably says something about my morals, but when you have the walking incarnation of sex with his tongue doing sinful things to your mouth and him resting in between your legs you talk to me about morals.

He pulled away from the wall, never breaking contact between us.

Suddenly I was lain down on the desk he had in the corner.

He climbed on top still refusing to break out lips.

My hands tore at the fabric of his shirt, which surprisingly gave away easily.

He moaned deep in my throat and I thought my heart stopped beating.

He sat up, now making me straddle him.

It was then that I could feel just how excited he truly was through his sweats and the painful groan that slipped out my mouth was unavoidable.

Something else was taking hold of me, I was no longer in control, his body was a drug and his kisses were my weakness.

I could control my need anymore, and the first thing on the list was I needed to get him out of those name pants.

My hands reached for them, but he quickly caught them pinning them to my side.

He broke our connection and proceeded to snake burning kisses down my neck.

"Blake" I moaned out embarrassingly.

I could feel him smirk against my skin. Finally bring his lips back to mine, restarting the fire and the burning passion.

Every part of me ached for him to touch it, burn it.

I reached again for his pants, but he caught them again, "stop" he muttered against my lips.

Fine you want to play?

I brought my hands up and wrapped them around his neck again, then slowly bring them back down feeling his body, his amazing body.

I ground myself against him, causing a gasp to escape me and a groan to fill his mouth.

He broke apart his eyes were glowing gold, and I had a sick sense of victory for that.

"You.. We-we need to stop" he breathed out heavily his hands placed firmly on my hips.

His mouth was saying one thing but his eyes were saying another as he drank in my body straddling his.

I bit down on his lip and sucked emitting another groan from him, "I don't want to stop" I said.

I had no control, I knew this was wrong. He was married.

But I couldn't stop myself, I want to ... No I was aching for his touch to know what he felt like and it was driving me insane.

I ground my hips against him again, causing us both to moan and his hands to clamp down harder on my hips to try to stop me.

"Katrina stop" he demanded but his body his eyes were saying a completely different thing.

"No" I said bring my head down to his neck trailing kisses down his throat, his throat rumbled with pleasure.

He wanted this just as much as me.

Suddenly he pulled me up and held me at arms length away his eyes still burning. "You heard what Ana said, that shits true, we need to stop before I ... I hurt you" he said swallowing heavy.

I glared down at him, "I. Don't. Care." I said before somehow breaking his hold on me and then shoving him backwards completely.

I stared down at him while a look of shock passed on his face, but I didn't give him time to dwell I reconnected our lips with a vengeance.

I trailed my hands up and down his chest, loving the pleasurable moans his gave as I touched him.

What my touch did to him.

His hands found my shirt and before I could comprehend he had ripped it apart like it was nothing.

He hands continued you trailing up and down my body then something weird happened.

It was like inhaling fire, but it was coming from Blue.

It burned but at the same time it was so ... Pleasurable.

It was like he was setting me on fire, but it didn't hurt it just fueled my need.

He must not have gotten the memo because he yanked himself away from me and pushed me off of him.

His eyes were wide with worry and concern.

I looked at him like he was stupid, "what are you doing?" I asked annoyed that he'd stopped us once again.

"My-my currents inside of you" he said eyes wide looking at me as he ran his hands down his face.

Mine widened too, "oh shit! Am I dying?!" I asked worried as I looked at him.

"I told you to stop-"

He paused looking at me weird.

"Like I'd ever listen to your dumbass! Oh shit. Oh shit. I can feel it, I'm dying! Oh my God, oh shit, god no. Shit its happening. I'm burning from the inside, my throats closing up-"

"Then why can I still hear your annoying voice?" he dead panned.

"Shut the fuck up" I sneered back.

I paused, feeling kind of weird.

My chest felt ... Hot, not burning but just warmer than usual.

I looked down at my exposed chest, no thanks to Edward Cullen over here, and my eyes nearly fell out of my skull.

The scar on my chest from where Blake had electrocuted me back to life was glowing.

I touched it and a small shot of electricity came flying out at my hand, but it didn't hurt.

I looked up at Blake who's mouth was slightly ajar as he stared at my chest.

"What's happening?!" I asked nervous.

"Your body. It's it's conducting my current, it's flowing through you" he said sounding in awe.

"What does that mean?" I asked him.

His eyes shot up to mine, a huge smirk planted right on his deliciously swollen lips.

"It means that you are mine" he said.

"I didn't sign up for this shit!" I screamed pointing at him, while he grins down at me.

Patronizing son of a gun.

God, he's way too good looking, I'm in some real shit.