A few minutes passed and I almost thought that the person on the other side of the door must have left. I wondered if it was Cheryl, but something told me it was unlikely. And seeing his horrified expression, I needed to be afraid of whoever or whatever it was.

"I think.." I started as he shushed me again and reached for the baseball bat that I dropped earlier.

"Come on, we need to get out of here," he whispered, backing away with his eyes glued on the front door.

"Again! I am not going anywhere with you!" I yelled at him, exasperated at how he overlooked my ranting earlier. He winced and looked at me when I yelled, but turned back to the door.

"You shouldn't have yelled," he whispered. I was just gonna tell him that I would do whatever I wanted to, when I heard a rustling and scraping accompanied by a wheeze like sound, behind the front door which caught my attention.

"What was that?!" My head whipped towards the noise. Unconsciously I backed away from the door as fear began to creep up on me.

"Elena, we need to..." His warning was left hanging when the door burst off its hinges and there stood a stunning woman, her flaming amber eyes which matched her hair that stood out in my dimly lit apartment. She looked so out of place in here. I had but a moment to take in her biker outfit which comprised mostly, well, all of leather.

And as my gaze travelled up to her pointed, angled face, her cat like eyes blazed in a sneer and she took a deep breath and started to open her mouth, like she was gonna yell or something when I felt myself being pulled away, my arm almost dislocating from its socket.

A loud piercing screech resounded in the air like nails across a chalkboard, except it was ten fold and I reached for my ears, but before I could I was being thrown towards something that gave away with a crash. All I remembered after that was screaming my lungs out as I fell through the window of my 4th floor apartment, shards of glass from the other shattered windows raining alongside me.

My screaming was cut off when I landed on something that felt a lot like my old futon, except this let out a grunt under my weight. I lay there as I waited for my mind to comprehend what just happened. My eyes were still closed when I heard a voice from under me.

"Elena, could you maybe, let me breathe now?"

Scrambling off him, I tried to calm myself as my lungs struggled to function. I checked my body for any wounds, but found none. Obviously, thanks to Mr. Golden eyes. A groan and the sound of knuckles cracking got me looking in it's vague direction, to see my makeshift cushion up and about, groaning and stretching his hands above his head like he just woke from a hangover. Besides the dirty pants, his ruffled up jacket and the wound on his shoulder from earlier, he seemed to be in one piece.

But how?! The guy just fell about 40 feet, not to mention to have me land on top of him as well.

A hand waved in front of my face and I looked up to find him looking at me with his eyebrows all scrunched up and his mouth set in a downward curve.

"Elena, are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" He asked grabbing my hands to make me focus. I probably looked fazed out, I sure felt that way.

I was going to ask him if he was some kind of superhero, when the sound of footsteps closing in got our attention. His eyes shot up to my apartment window we fell out off and I followed his gaze to see a shadow approaching the ledge.

"Move, Elena!" Pain shot up my arm as he grabbed at it but I ignored it, biting my lip as hard as I could to stifle a whimper, as he pulled us behind the huge garbage bin.

We sat crouched behind the smelly bin, me just sitting there like a drunk imbecile as he put only his head out, and turned side to side to check if the coast was clear.

It was a while before I remembered that I had a perfectly functioning tongue that I could use to voice out the multitude of thoughts running in my head.

"What are we still doing here? I need to get back up there! Don't try to..!"

A hand clamped against my mouth, once again successfully cutting me off. I looked with disdain, into his now liquid gold eyes, that shone with a threat. He said nothing in reply, but simply jerked his chin behind him and made a silencing action with his finger on his lips.

That's when I heard it. The same wheezing note accompanied by the sound of glass crunching. A queasy feeling that felt a lot like fear settled in the pit of my stomach as I peered out, partially hidden by the bin and partially hidden by my knight with shining irises. The tense muscles of his shoulder and back, and the stance in which he was in got me feeling that I should definitely be afraid and ready to run when the need came. I made sure that most of my body was hidden, which wasn't difficult thanks to his large frame.

There, about 15 feet away from where we were hid, stood the red haired woman. Except now instead of the alluring features that had graced her face earlier, there was a beak, the colour of ashes, where her nose and mouth were supposed to be. And behind her, sprouted a pair of the blackest wings I had ever seen. Well for a supposedly human, they were.

She stalked about, her head twitching from side to side in an awkward movement. Her earlier amber eyes were now as black as coal. Over all, her appearance sent chills down my spine and I instinctively clutched a handful of the shirt of the guy who served as my shield from her gaze.

I didn't realize that my breath was coming out in spasmodic bouts until I felt a hand clamp on to my shoulder in a soothing manner. My sight was getting blurred from the black of oxygen to my lungs.

"Shhh", a voice whispered as strong knuckles kneaded my shoulders.

"Hey, relax. It's gonna be alright. Breathe, Lena. I'm right here".

In my mind I convinced myself this was just a bad dream and that I would wake up any moment. Taking a few large gulps of air, I risked opening my eyes only to be met with stormy orbs of concern.

I let out a sigh and dropped my head into my hands. His hands never left me, holding on like I was gonna fall apart any moment. Well I wasn't far from it.

"I need to go home. "

It was meant to come out as a demand but instead my voice sounded like an abandoned child's. Blinking the tears away, I looked up into his face, finally meeting his eyes. The concern and the worry was washed away and in its place I saw determination, and I could have sworn I saw those golden sparkles again.

Giving my hand a squeeze, he turned back around, and although it was a very small gesture of reassurance, I somehow felt that I could trust this guy.

He peeked around the garbage bin, and so did I, to find the creature's attention elsewhere. Then grabbing my hand, he turned around and mouthed a 'follow me'.

Wierd tingles shot up my arm but I dismissed them, blaming it on the adrenaline that was pumping through my veins. My nerves were still shook, so it was a hard time following him given how stealthily he was moving. I tried to mimick his graceful steps, only to trip over my own feet and fall face down with a yelp escaping my mouth. And with the grunt I heard, my stupidity seemed to have the cost both of us.

Panic coursed through me as I hurried to scramble to my feet. It was pretty sure that the creature must have heard us. I looked up to see Golden Eyes crouched on the floor, his jaw set, and eyes fixated on something behind me. I could feel my heart pound against my chest as I decided if I should have a last look at my murderer. Slowly I turned around and there it was. Gawking at us, with malice in those eyes of hell fire. I was rooted to the spot as its gaze landed on me, and I could swear I saw it sneer at me.

"Lena, stay calm. I got this," I heard him whisper behind me. But before either of us could react, I heard a familiar voice shout out.

"Ellie! Move!" There was loud squawk from the creature and before I knew what was happening I had lost consciousness.

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