"Angel..."Katara dropped her bag on the floor of her apartment. "Jet never called me any sweet names..." Katara looked around the dump she called an apartment. She had gotten the job offer of being a model, Sokka's wife said 'She'll Pass.' Katara never thought her life would turn out like this, ever since she told Jet about who she was and what she could do was so pleasing to him, but not in the way she had wanted it to be. He made her steal and use her powers for bad things. Now she lied and said the ring lost its power, so she couldn't transform, thus stopping the stealing. Powers was still with her, but no disguise would damage their stealing efforts, Jet was smart but sometimes he didn't think too far ahead. But Jet still had major hold on her, If the world found out about her powers, she wasn't sure how'd they react. She always wanted to escape, find a way out, anything. So behind Jet's back she would practise and evolve her powers. Hoping one day she'd find the strenght to leave Jet.

Katara danced on many guys. Letting them touch her, lick her, bite her. She hated every bit of it but she had to work two jobs. By day model, by night stripper. The manager of the place grabbed Katara from off of her table, with shouts of the men after him.

"What?" Katara asked.

"You got a bidder.." The owner said.

"Huh?"

The guy shrugged. "This guy paid a lot of money for you, normally we don't do request but, he precisely asked for you."

"Who is he?" The owner, pointed over to another table. Katara marched up to him and saw a familiar face.

"Zuko?" Katara sqeaked. "What are you doing here?"

Zuko shrugged. "Just in for some entertainment.."

"I just, well uh.."

"They say you're the best!" Zuko said. Katara blushed, this Zuko started to excite her. It was like he was a whole different person, when the sun is up he was calm, nice and in control but at night he was a mysterious different person. Katara shook off her thoughts and stepped on to the pole, doing her best to try to turn Zuko on. As she danced she took off some articles of her clothing, she then clawed her way up to Zuko like a cat and pressed a soft kiss against his lips. Zuko hungrily kissed her back, cutting it short.

"Where are you going after this?" Zuko asked.

"Anywhere where you want to go.." Zuko took that as cue and scooped Katara off from the table and into his arms. The furiously kissed all the way to his car. He started it and drove to his house. When they arrived, Katara didn't have time to think as she and Zuko went up to his bedroom in his warm bed.

Katara received a harsh blow as soon as she stepped into her apartment.

"You slut!" Jet cried. "You were suppose to be home hours ago!"

"Work just ended!" Katara covered her face as Jet kicked and slapped her. He pulled her by the hair.

"Liar!" Jet tossed her to the ground. "Bitch I know your working hours and your two overs late! Who have you been fucking slut?"

"No one..." Katara cried. Jet didn't listen, he was drunk, the only thing mattered was seeing Katara curled up in a ball, crying in pain. Jet spat at her as he went out the door. Katara looked up and bended the water out of the vase. She then took Jet by the head and erased his memory, of her, of this. This was enough. She was going to teach Jet a lesson he'll never forget. After taking out years of anger out of Jet she thought he had suffered enough. She healed her face and bruises. She grabbed what little stuff she had in a bag. She burned all pictures of her and Jet, anything that might make him remember. She knew she might not be safe, she'd need to run away, she also had the perfect place to stay. She grabbed her cell phone. After her call she heard honking outside. Katara picked up her bag, she took one look at Jet and kicked him. As soon as she was outside she went into the car with a smile on her face.

"Zuko.."

"Hmmm..." Zuko looked at her with love in his eyes.

"Let's go home..."

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