Jane's POV

The cool breeze of the night hits my face like a blade, as I step outside the building. I sigh, knowing that I will be unable to walk too much. I get tired very easily. The maximum I can walk would be 1 km or something.

Maybe I should just head for the nearby park, where people don't really go at night, because apparently, it was a cemetery before and there might be lingering dead people around. I cannot understand their logic. Which assbrain would ever build a park right above a cemetery? Okay it might be possible.

I get inside the park, looking around to find it completely deserted. It's dark, and there are no people around.

A perfect place for moi. I rush towards a swing, and smile to myself. It's been a while since I've been here. Especially at night. Before, I used to come here at night whenever my parents fought, and I would calm down. It's as if the wind took all my worries along with it. I used to return home smiling.

Oh how naive I was. I thought smiling would fix everything. Nothing was fixed though.

I swing, slowly at first. But then I increase the speed, and I feel my exhaustion fading away. I feel excited. It was indeed needed for me.

It's been half an hour, I should probably go home. Estimating, it is probably 2300 hours already. I am too lazy to take out my phone.

I decide to take a long detour home, since I feel a bit energetic now. I need to use my energy for something good.

"Give us all your fucking money kid!"

My head snaps towards the voice. It sounded like a thug. I look around frantically. Is the thug talking to me?! No it seems not. I breathe out, realising that I held my breath. It sounds like it came from that narrow alley in front left of me. Should I go and check?

I slowly creep towards the narrow alley, and see three silhouettes of men. The two big men held pocket knives in their hands, and there was another man, presumably a beggar (his clothes seem dirty) sitting down and protesting. Is he being bullied?

What type of morons would even loot a beggar? I roll my eyes. Should I help?

But it's such a pain! I am not really a kind person. But I must admit, I was a person who was kinda..just? Like, I support equality and shit. So my sense of justice just can't seem to stop nagging over saving that beggar.

But it's such a pain!! Grumbling, I pull down my hood. If I wear that, I'll look more suspicious than those thugs. Fixing my hair into a messy bun, I step towards those people, already regretting it.

I take out my phone, and pretend to talk to someone.

"Yes police? Um, I'm in XX road, in the left alley, and I saw some thugs with knives bullying people! Please come here immediately." I say as loudly as possible. Those two thugs look at me and shouts some disgusting curses. They quickly run off, probably thinking that they would rather run away and not harm me than rot in jail.

I sigh, and look at the beggar. That piece of cloth still wrapped around him, and he ia just slouched down, without looking at his saviour. Tsk, what gratitude.

"You okay dude?" I ask. I see him look towards my direction, but the moon wasn't that bright and I couldn't see his face. Whatever. A shadow cast upon his face, but I think I could make out glowing....grey eyes? Or was it my imagination? Because, grey eyes are pretty rare, and they wouldn't usually glow like that. It almost looks white. Lol, a ghost? I almost shudder though. They seem so intense, like fire? I break eye contact hesitantly, surprised that I actually seem scared. Not even of those thugs, but of the beggar.

"Yeah.." I hear a soft reply. It was so faint that I can't even make out the voice. Oh well, who cares about a stranger anyways. Since I am in a good mood today, I decide to smile at him.

"That's good to hear. I would advice to stay somewhere with more people at night. Who knows, vampires might come." I say, winking at him with a smirk. Lol, that joke was a reference taken from those mentally ill people I met today. I feel him staring at me, without saying anything. I turn around, and head towards my home. It seems I am in a very good mood today, to actually help some damsel in distress. Although, I'm pretty sure it was a guy.

I open my apartment door, and wash my face. I should sleep now. Today was surprisingly eventful. Its something really new to me. My life is not usually this interesting. I wonder what will happen next.

I run and run, but I can't seem to get away from that nagging feeling that someone's following me. What should I do? Where should I go?!

A hand grabs my shoulder, and pulls me back. That person hugs me, my back hitting his chest, and his head is very close to my ears. I can hear and feel him breathing. I shudder in unease.

"Where are you going love? Be a good little girl and stay here with me." I hear a breathy, bold voice. It was such a husky voice, that it would melt even the coldest of ice, or coldest of women. I would too, (melt I mean, not make others melt) but my disgust overcomes me.

"Don't touch me.." I say, trying to sound stern, but coming out as a whisper as well. Am I scared? As far as I remember, I was never scared of anything, except my mother, in this world.

I try to look at the mans face, but it was totally shadowed.