"So, tonight we do him in?" Chris questioned with a smirk.

"He'll be fair game! After the show, he's ours," Justin grinned. "Besides, I think blondie would rather die than go to jail for the innocent and brutal death of that young girl." He threw a newspaper down on the table in front of Chris.

"Whoa, how'd...."

"Amazing how her body was the only one to surface. I can easily inform authorities that the last man she was seen with was our dear Nick," he laughed.

"Justin, you're plain evil," JC accused.

"I know, and I love it."

"Are you doing it alone or should we all be there?"

I wanna handle this one all by myself. Natasha's mine...no one else's! He was never to become one of us in the first place, but my dear sweet Natasha had to have her way." His voice was filled with despise for all involved.

"You're just lucky you can block your thoughts from her. She'd be on the next flight outta here and you can bet blondie would be with her," added Joey.

Justin turned around, his eyes glowing red. "Ah, but my little Natasha can block me from her thoughts as well. I’d kill to find out what’s been going on in that mind of hers. That’s exactly why Nick will not survive and if I must take her down with him, then so be it." The room grew silent. "Now, it's almost dawn. Let us get to bed. I have much to do tonight. I must reclaim my love while ending another."

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Nick paced backstage, thankful he had made it through rehearsal earlier that day. If it hadn't been for Natasha though, it would have been disastrous.

"Are you ready, Nickolas?"

He whirled around and was greeted by her sweet face. "Not completely ready," he smirked, drawing her closer to him. "I haven't gotten some lovin' from my girl."

She placed a finger over his lips. "I think we'd better cool it," she laughed. "The guys were shootin' daggers out of their eyes at us earlier with all the PDA's."

"They're just jealous that I've found my gal and they haven't," he said in a know it all tone.

"Oh really, Mister Carter?" she grinned.

"You know you want me, baby," he teased.

"Yes, but now is not the time or the place."

"You wanna bet?" Nick glanced around, just spotting the stage crew surrounding them. With a smirk, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.

"Nickolas, put me down!" she shouted while laughing.

"Nuh uh, me Tarzan, you Jane," he grunted, heading into the dressing room. "Good, the guys are all in makeup or wardrobe," he sighed, locking the door and putting her down.

"And why is that good?" she smiled.
,br> "Cause, I can do this." He embraced her gently, his lips barely touching hers in an earth shattering kiss. "Care to help me relax for the show?" he questioned.

"And how would I do that?"

He undid the strings that laced at the top of her shirt that he had bought her quickly that day. "By slipping onto something more comfortable."

"Don't you mean into?" she questioned in a sexy tone.

"No, baby, I'll be the one slipping into something," he giggled.