A/N: I'm so sorry it to me so long to update, but I was really busy with school and didn't know if I could make it into my last year, but now everything is over and I'm back to writing. Also, Nicki and friend of ours and me set up a new page for our fictions. Even Deeper Feel Free to visit and comment n our shoutbox. ______________________________________________________ I will never know Myself until I do this on my own And I will never feel Anything else until my wounds are healed I will never be Anything till I break away from me I will break away I'll find myself today (Linkin Park - Somewhere I belong) Suddenly the knocking stops, and curious I look up at Blondie, who has a worried expression. "Come on Coop, we have to leave. He will be back," Justin mumbles, grabs the leash and his keys from the kitchen counter. Before he leaves the loft, I bark to get his attention. When he turns around and looks at me, I press my nose against his naked thigh, I look him up and down, and that's when he finally realizes that he's only wearing his boxer shorts. He looks down at me and turns a deep shade of red. "Maybe I should put some clothes on first," he whispers embarrassed and walks back to the bedroom. I sigh, lie down and lay my head on the hardwood floor. I hiss slightly when I feel the cold. Fucking shit, the loft never felt so frigid when I was a human. I watch Justin grab a shirt out of my drawer and frown. Great, now the kid is wearing my shirts. I just hope he won't meet up with Mikey today, otherwise the kid will get a lecture, and well... Mikey will have a total fit. I mean the kid wears the only shirt that I've ever kept from one of the Comic Conventions that I visited with Mikey. A Superman shirt with an autograph of Christopher Reeve, and guess what... He even wrote my name under the autograph. So even Mikey would notice that this is my shirt... Justin walks past me and grabs for the door handle, when suddenly I feel a chill run down my back and quickly jump up and begin to bark. Fuck! The disadvantages of being dog! I bark, so I can get Justin away from the door and somehow keep him inside the loft. I just know something terrible will happen as soon as he opens the door, but he only turns around and frowns before he pushes the handle down searching for his keys in the pocket of his jeans. I frown. Aren't those my 501's too? I sigh and walk to the door, ready to face whatever is waiting for us on the other side. *°*°*°*°*°* Meanwhile, Ethan was patiently waiting outside the loft for his blonde. He knew that eventually Justin had to leave the loft. In fact, he knew that Justin would try to run away from him again. Chris was right, when he told him a long time ago, that Justin was a weak little faggot. He never told the blonde that he'd been friends with Chris Hobbes since Kindergarten, and that he knew even before the Prom that Chris was going to bash him. Not that it really mattered to him. He wouldn't have cared less if Justin would've died at his Prom. At that time, he was sick of his weak, crying love puppy, who would cry everytime he thought nobody was watching. That's when he started beating up Justin to give the artist something to really to cry about. While Justin had been stuck in the hospital to recover from a coma and a head trauma, Ethan had convinced him to move in with him, because he loved him Oh so much, and would protect him from anybody who would try to harm him. He snickered when he thought about it, but kept it quiet. He didn't want to get the attention of his lover's guard dog. He still couldn't believe that the blonde actually accepted, because even when he was at the hospital, he always carried the smell of other men on him, and never concentrated on what the blond was telling him. The rest is history as others liked to say. He stepped back into the shadows when he heard the barking of his blonde's dog. He sighed. When he got home, he definitely had to call Chris again to get rid of the dog. Even if Justin would come back to him, that dog had to disappear, like yesterday. °*°*°*°*°*°* As soon as Justin opens the door, I see a fist connecting with Justin's jaw. Immediately I run forward and jump, pulling Greasy Guy down with me. Teeth flashing I growl in his face as he is lying flat on his back. "You're too late bitch. I think I killed him.", he smirks at me and nods to the left. As soon as he finishes these words I turn around and yelp when I see Justin lying there unconcious. I ignore Ethan completely, run over to the blond and start to lick his face, trying to get him to open his eyes. When it doesn't help I start barking, but again nothing happens, not even the tiniest movement of his pinky. Just when I think that he isn't hurt that much, just out of it, I notice blood coming out of Justin's head. "No, no, no, no...", I mumble, before I see his eyes start fluttering. "Justin?", I whisper confused, when I see him open his eyes and focus on a point behind me. He looks back at me and seems to search for something in my eyes. "Cooper?", he asks groaning while he tries to sit up. He hisses and grabs himself behind his head while he looks at me confused and his eyes open wide in shock. Justin takes his hand back and looks at it. He frowns and shakes it. Even if I would be blind, I'd still know that it would be blood. It's just such an intense smell that brings shivers down my spine. "Fucking shit.", I curse and see Justin looking at me totally confused. °*°*°*°*°*°* Totally irritated Justin looked at Cooper. He thought that he must have hurt his head harder than he thought, because he would bet his ass that he just heard his dog cursing. He looked away from his dog, immediately backed a little more into the wall and clutched his arms around his knees. Ethan still was inside the loft. Smiling at him like a maniac. "It isn't over Jus. You'll see.", he heared Ethan whisper, and noticed out of the corner of his eye that Cooper had turned around to Ethan and growled at him. "Try me Greasy Guy.", Justin heard another voice and startled, looked at his dog. This just couldn't be. He had to hear wrong. He wasn't Dr. Dolittle for crying out loud! He couldn't have just heard his dog talking... °*°*°*°*°*°*