Kat's P.O.V.

The strong wind blew my long black hair into my lip gloss. It's the middle of fall and it was very cold. It is about early morning the sun was still coming up after a long nights rest, making the sky a light purple and pink with a hint of orange. I walked around the corner and walked past an alley way before entering my favorite coffee shop call Heavenly Taste. I pushed past the doors and a sudden gust of heat hits my face. I go up to the counter to see my favorite coffee maker Marcus Valley. He was in collage just like me and was on his last year to earn his masters in business. The taller man with blond hair looked up from the counter the moment I walked in. He smiled at me.

                "Well if it isn't my favorite customer, morning Kat" Marcus said to me in his normal cheery tone.

                "Morning Mr. Marcus" I said setting my brown satchel on the counter.

                "Wow formal this morning are we?" He said preparing me my usual French vanilla with extra whip cream and cinnamon on top.

                "I have a final today and a review test at ten," I sighed. Marcus handed me my coffee as I handed him the money for my coffee.

                "Sounds like a rough day" he said. I waved good-bye and headed for the door," hey Kat?" he asked after me. I turned around and looked at him. "Would you like to meet me after my shift," we stood in silence for a second "We can go to the movies or we can just go chill or whatever" He was blushing like a 13-year-old boy who had just gotten his first kiss. I giggled. 

                "Sure sounds nice, I'll see you at two and we can rent a movie, sound cool?" I asked him.

                "Yah sounds awesome" He said. I left the coffee shop and was hit with a powerful blow of cold wind. I looked down at my watch. Shit I thought I'm going to be late for my final! I raced down the block it'll be quicker if I take the ally way. I turned into the ally way and ran. My brown boots splashed in the puddles as I ran down the long ally way. As I was running I bumped into a tall, slim man. I looked up at the man, his eyes were a deep green and locked into mine.

"I'm so sorry," I said turning to go pass the man. As I went to turn, the man grabbed my arm.

                "What's the rush?" The man asked holding my wrist.

                "I have to go," I said trying to leave.

                "What you bump into me and I can't even get a name?" I don't have time for this. I looked the man dead in the eye.

                "Look I don't have time I need to go," I told him tugging on my captive arm. He was strong my pull barely made him move. He smirked and nodded to his friends. Around me 3 more men came in to my vision. God damn it I swear I will kill all of you! Empty threats filled my thoughts as I looked to see one dark haired man to the right of me, A Shorter one with skunk striped hair on my left, and a larger muscular wise bald man right behind the man holding my wrist. I could feel my heart rate increasing as the men's circle grew tighter surrounding me.  The man holding my wrist lifted my head up to look at him with his index finger.

                "So babe, you got a name that's just a pretty as your face?" He asked as a creepy smile crossed his lips. I grew angrier.

                "Kathrina, and I'm not your babe!" I spat in his face. He placed his free hand on my cheek.

                "Kathrina," He looked me down, "How lovely" He looked me dead in the eye as he slammed me against the brick siding. I gasped at the sound of my  head hitting the bricks And winced in pain. Moments after the man was pressing up against me, pinning me. His smirk widened. He leaned his face close to mine. He put his lips up to my ear. "Let's play a game," My eyes widened. I tried to scream but he put his hand over my mouth. I kicked, thrashed, and screamed as loud as I could. I threw my left leg up to hit in-between his legs. He didn't even budge. I kicked again as hard as I could. Still nothing, he didn't even stumble back. He looked dead into my eyes and smiled. As he smiled, he teeth became sharp, his eyes deepened and turned a crimson red. His hand that was held over my mouth turned cold as his fingernails grew long and black.

                "Try to at least look human," A man had come around the corner. He looked rich. His hair was longer to bout mid-ear and as black as the night. He wore all black from his shoe lasses up to his slightly unbuttoned shirt. The "man" still holding my mouth looked normal. He looked like a child whose parents just told him they killed his dog. The black haired man signaled at the man to put me down. He went to take his hand off my mouth but quickly put it on my throat.

                "Try anything," He snapped "and I'll have to take off your pretty little head," And let me down with a thud. I gasped for air as it painfully filled my lungs. The men laughed at my pain. The black haired man walked up to me and held his hand out to me.

                "My greatest apologies miss," He said as I took his hand. He looked at me and put his hand on the back of my head. I hadn't felt the pain there till he touched it.

                "Ah." I winced in pain. He pulled his blood covered hand away from my head. He looked over to the other man.

                "Now I know you better," he said walking towards them," than to think that you had the wrong intentions with this young lady," He said calmly.

                "We were just going to get something small before we left," The short one said. The black haired man walked up to him. And flicked him on of the head and sent him flying into the other wall. I stood up shocked. He saw my sudden movement and turned to face me. He walked over to me.

                "We can't just let her go now can we," He said holding my face, "It would be a waste," He licked some of my blood off of his hand. His eyes turned red like the other man's did. I turned and made a run for it. I could hear them laughing after me.

                "I love it when they run," I heard one say.

I ran faster than I've ever ran before. I ran through mud puddles and down the long ally way that seemed to be getting longer. Out of no ware, the black haired man grabbed my wrist across my body. He pulled me back so my back was against his chest. He placed his free hand around my neck not to choke me but to hold me in place. I let out a slight whimper.

                "Now now," He whispered into my ear, "we don't need your help with exposer," He smelled of mint. He spun me around holding both of my wrists in his cold hands. I looked into his ice blue eyes. He looked up from me then back down at me. "Sorry love," He said before he hit the back of my neck and I passes out.