Katrina's POV

My jaw dropped, as I slapped a hand over my mouth trying desperately to stop the laugh from crawling out of my mouth.

I didn't just do that.

I did not just throw a huge glob of birthday cake in the back of Ira's head, making this bitch fall head over heels first and face plant into the grassy backyard, at a child's birthday party.

S.J. twirled in my arms as he looked at her, before he threw his head back in dying laughter.

Slowly the kids that had stopped dead to watch, started to all fall to the ground in dying laughter.

Sasha had tipped over twenty seconds ago with Klaus, currently dying for air as their loud ass chuckles filled the air of the birthday party.

I'm not sure how it happened.

She was just talking and talking and talking.

And then she was walking away.

And only a few words had registered, I won, he's with me, stay away, and I'm sorry, and then next thing I know S.J. is pointing at the cake in my arms.

And before my very eyes, it collides with the back of her head.

If my hands weren't covered in icing, I'd swear the baby did it.

Swear.

But that bitch had pulled me aside, begging to speak to me. Begging me to hear her words, to clarify for me, what had happened.

Yes, bitch, I know, you stole my fucking man.

Like I need the never ending reminder.

"I just want you to realize that he and I just connected on a level that someone like you will never understand".

Strike one.

"I didn't want this to happen, but it did, we fell in love, Katrina. He loves me and I love him, he's with me, and I'm sorry you fell into the position as the loser here. I'm sorry I won, and you didn't".

Why did she even approach me?

Probably because I was holding a young child, and it take two hands to strangle someone.

"I don't want to tell you how new and fresh our relationship is, you know that. We are growing strong together and I just need you to stay away from him, whats mine, while we fully develop our new relationship. I get you loved him, but I truly believe he is loving me better than he ever could have loved you".

Strike two.

She was looking like the very definition of perfection, with her slim body perfectly flitted in a tight yellow dress, her black hair curled down her back, like a fucking goddess.

And it didn't help that when I caught his eye from across the room earlier, he looked just as amazing as they day he did when I turned that fucking corner in that alley way. Dressed in all black, black jeans, a black short, and a black jacket. He looked dangerous and sexy, all at the same damn time.

"I'm sorry for you, that you have to deal with this. But just leave us alone, I don't want to make anything else more unpleasant for you".

Strike three.

It was like a tickle on my frontal lobe, almost like Carter or Blue's Mother, but I couldn't be for sure.

Because I was utterly consumed by rage.

Which I didn't fully realize until after I had slammed the piece of cake into the back of her perfect haired head.

And it felt so good.

Who. Did. She. Think. She. Was.

S.J. cackled like a true villain to be in my arms, his chubby little hands slapping together as he clapped for me.

I shouldn't have looked, I really should have kept my eyes glued to the adorable baby laugh his head off in my arms. But I couldn't.

I could not.

I had to look.

To see his face, just one more time.

Just to know for sure.

My eyes immediately knew where he was.

I always knew where he was.

His lips, his perfect lips, were pulled up into that smirk. That smirk that set my heart of fire, that had burned all my plans to the ground. That had somehow allowed me to fall in love with a complete and utter sociopath, a villain.

That smirk that he had shot me so many times, it almost felt like we were back in our home, the palates of color I wanted him to help me choose stapled to the ceiling.

His un-ending annoyance was on fire in his eyes, but I could see what I use to.

That love.

That special kind of love he had for me, that kind that mad no fucking sense, but was perfectly in order like the fucking alphabet.

That kind that pushed him to dive off that building for me, to save that bus of kids, to kiss me so tenderly right before he fell asleep even though I may or may not have been snoring with my mouth open.

That was the man I was looking at.

The one I could read like a fucking book, with my eyes closed.

The one that brought tears to my eyes when he told me he had loved a girl with everything in him, that night in the hospital.

The man who's love was far from fucking perfect, yet when his lips or his hand or even his voice rolled over my skin, I couldn't find anything wrong with his love.

Because it was real and it had belonged to me.

I saw that cocky son of a bitch.

Just for a glimmer of a second.

A small, very real second, that I should have written off as a fluke, a mistake, a mishap of my eyes.

But I couldn't.

I wanted to run to him, demand he tell me what the fuck was going on, how he chose that perfect bitch over the perfectly imperfect bitch he had before. Me.

Yet, he slipped away, behind a mask of ... contentment that I had never seen on Blake Dun or Blue Doom's face in all the months I had been with him.

A mask of a man who had chosen that perfect bitch over the perfectly imperfect bitch he had before. Me.

But something was so wrong.

So very wrong.

Because Blue Doom could double as a fucking actor in his spare time, but this? This was a different level that did not exist in his personality, and it was finally hitting me like a rock to the eye that something was very very wrong.

It would literally crack his soul to smile around other people, yet here he was smiling in sympathy as he helped Ira to her feet, his eyes never meeting mine before he slipped away.

Something was wrong with him.

There was no glee in his eyes as he picked up her crying body, he didn't even snap at me for hurting her.

Blue Doom was a mean ass surly son of a bitch.

And anything he loved, he protected with his heart and soul.

It couldn't be acted or faked, it was his most real and basic quality.

Something was wrong with him.

"I think I literally shit myself" Klaus screamed through the bellow of children's laughter as he slowly crawled next to his pregnant girlfriend who was also laughing.

But then again, something was wrong with all of us.

Now that was right.



Blue's POV

I couldn't stop fucking watching her.

My eyes, my whole body was honed in on this woman.

She was absolutely fucking stunning.

Like a curly star in a sea of disgusting rodent like children.

Katrina.

When her eyes had made contact with mine, something cracked. Just slightly, just enough to let me know, that something was wrong.

Something was off.

Why was I with Ira if all I wanted to do was watch the beautiful curly headed woman.

Katrina.

Her name sounded like honey, rolled over my tongue like an ocean and did something so strange to my chest.

And other areas of the body.

I wanted her.

Desperately.

I wanted her ... and I wanted to kick the little child that had ran into my legs and stomped on my fucking leather shoe.

I wanted to stomp on his forehead and watch him cry as he rolled to the ground.

Then ... then I wanted to laugh, and fly off into the sky and send bolts of lightning into this horrid crowd of sticky midgets and watch them cry and scream in terror as I threw boulders at their parents so they couldn't save them.

This wasn't normal.

Yes it is.

There was that fucking voice again, slipping threw the crack that had broken something the minuet my eyes had connected with her giant brown orbs.

Katrina.

I wanted to roll around in that name.

Wait till you take a bite of that juicy ass.

What?

Slowly, but surely that voice, that essence slipped out the crack. Wedged itself into me, our thoughts becoming the same until a darkness settled.

An anger so strong, thrummed through me, consumed me.

But why in the fuck was I so angry?

My eyes traveled to Ira.

The anger purred against my spine.

All my instincts were telling me to ... decapitate her!

I- I like Ira.

I tolerate Ira.

She can live another day.

Chicken wing shaped bitch.

That same kid crashed into my fucking Italian leather shoes.

My hand was faster than light as I snatched the back of the kids collar, his wide green eyes and dirty blond head shot up to look at me, before fear settled on his face.

Fear.

I could smell it on him.

It... it smells like fucking candy.

I love it.

I sent him a large full tooth smile as I growled in his face, "you step on my fucking loafer one more fucking time, and I'm going to tap dance on your face. Hear me?"

"H-heard you, mister" he stuttered.

I released him as he hauled ass away.

My muscles clenched deliciously.

My eyes focusing back on Katrina.

Mine.

My head tilted as I stood in the back of the yard, under the shade of the tree.

My all black outfit feeling amazing. That voice, it told me to dress this way ... it had said 'dress for a fucking funeral'.

I watched as Ira spoke to Katrina, ... Katrina, mine. Ira looked weak, I could smell her nervousness, her guilt, as she spoke.

Katrina had the child in her hands, power radiating from both of them, I could feel her though, she knew my eyes were on her, her body, watching her.

She said nothing as Ira continued.

She just held the child to her.

She looked utterly perfect.

Ira finished what she was saying before my Katrina, she whipped around, her anger, her rage making me vibrate with need for her, controlled her whole being.

Her fist filled with a substantial amount of cake, before she launched it through the air and had the heavy mass collide with Ira's head.

Ira's misshapen head flew forwards before she landed face first into the fucking ground.

My whole body lite up.

That, was fucking perfect.

I felt my lips twitch up, as I watched her, her power unbelievable, even from here I could feel the bolts whirling around inside of her.

Calling to me.

She belong to me.

Mine.

My Katrina.

Her eyes lifted to mine.

She was utterly intoxicating, her body buzzing with the same power the drove my own.

Mine.

I wanted to laugh at Ira. Was she stupid? Did she think she could talk shit and not be the shit? I wanted to tap dance on her annoying ass face, but it was like a string a pull.

I moved without conscious, without control to her body as I felt my face pull into something uncomfortable.

...Am I fucking smiling?

I lifted her teary, my bad, ugly teary face off the ground and steadied her to her feet before moving us out of the backward.

Something is not right.

Why do I care for this weak ass female, when I want the other one.

My Katrina.

Mine.

But even as we moved through the house, further and further from her, she slipped from me.

Her face pushed to the back of my mind, I couldn't even remember what she looked like anymore.

What in the hell?

"T-that sinister bitch!" Ira screeched as I more or less shoved her into the front seat of the car.

I paused, "don't get cake on the leather" I stated calmly to her as she looked up at me in shock, her bug eyes wide and her mouth dropped open, as I slammed the car door in her face.

Something is off, wrong, even.

And, I'm going to get to the bottom of this sick feeling of something wrapped around my body, chaining me.

Then ... I guess I'll kill whoever is responsible.

I smirked as I slid into the drivers seat, now that feels right.