When Alisson woke up, her head was threatening to pound right out of her skull. She tried to bring her palm to her forehead but froze. She couldn't move her arms. Her eyelids fluttered open. Her torquoise eyes smoldered in the dim lighten as she tried to get a grasp on her surroundings. The first thing she noticed was that there were no windows. Only one door stood at the other side of the room. It was a tall ebony wood door with a violet tint in its paint.

Alisson gave her self a visual inspection. Her wavy auburn colored hair hung loosely over her shoulders. Her light green tank top was terribly wrinkled but intact otherwise. Her light blue shorts were fine as well. She sighed in relief. At least I haven't been taken advantage of but what happened? The last thing she remembers is being at the "Blood Moon" and drinking her coke when a boy accidentally tripped over her seat. He apologized then just walked off and after that its a blur. She woke up here tied up and extremely groggy. The realization came to her like a slap in the face. She was about to stand up when the door across the room creaked open revealing two large figures standing in the opening.

The man on the left was short with a thick build. He had spiked red hair and grayish-blue eyes that held a certain wildness about them that suggested the man was unstable. His muscles bulged through his black leather jacket and spiked black pants. The other man however was a complete contrast. He was tall with a lean build, had shoulder length onyx-black hair and warm brown eyes. He was wearing a burgundy button-down shirt and loose gray pants. He walked forward with a sense of superiority a general would be impressed with.

"Ah, you're awake." "I do hope these accommodations are to your liking."

"Where am I?" She asked thankful that her voice didn't betray her fear.

"No need for you to worry about that my dear." "There is just someone who is very interested to meet with you." She stared warily at the stranger and a slow smile crept across his face showing...were those fangs? Thats not possible right? She unconsciously shrank away from the man and he chuckled.

"Do you know who we are?" The tall black-haired man asked. She had decided he must be in charge because he was doing all the talking. As if specifically to contradict her the spiky haired man spoke at that moment.

"Actually a better question would be, do you know...what we are? Alisson swallowed and shook her head slowly. In the time it took her to blink the man with the red hair was inches from her face. She squealed and tried to back away but the man had already wrapped one of his arms around her waist pulling her to him. He gently moved he auburn hair from her ned and rested his lips against her throat. The room began to blur and she felt as if her body weighed a ton. She relaxed into his arms. What was she doing? This man is dangerous, possibly a rapist by the way things were going here, and she was melting at his touch? The man groaned.

"Can't I just have a taste?" "I heard Nephilim blood is the sweetest blood you will ever drink."
"You know he will kill you if you touch her." "Best not to test him Simon."

Taste? Blood? Nephilim? Are they nuts? She squirmed a bit in his hold and he groaned again.

"Fine." The man called Simon layer her down gently on the couch and kissed her cheek. "Another time perhaps." He walked back over to the leader and accepted his orders.

"Get the sect ready were moving out at sundown." Just then a new face strolled into the room. His snow white hair was short and cropped with swept bangs in the front. His eyes were a fairly peculiar color. At first glance Alisson wanted to say they were a very light shade of blue but on closer inspection she realized they were actually silver. He was wearing a dark red leather jacket over a plain black T-shirt. A strange symbol hung from his neck at the end of a polished silver chain. His build was a mixture of both the other men in the room. He was tall with a slightly athletic build and a lot of hidden muscle. She couldn't help but stare at this incredible man. The spell he had over her was broken by the voice of the leader.

"What do you think you are doing in my domain Half-Blood? He snarled venom spitting out the word.

"I figured I would check on an old friend." He replied in a silvery voice. "How have you been Jeremiah?"

"You have no right to call me by name traitor!" As he spoke a guttural sound formed at the back of his throat. The man dismissed Jeremiah's outrage and walked over to where Alisson was lying. He grasped her hand lightly and brought it to his lips.

"Are you unharmed beauty?"

Not trusting her voice she nodded weakly. The fog from earlier was slowly dissipating. Her lips parted slightly as she stared into those ice-like silver eyes. He gave her a sort of crooked half-smile and turned his attention back on the two men. She let out a breath she was unaware she was holding.

"I will be taking her with me now." Jeremiah stood up straight and stared in shock.

"Like hell you are Caiden!" "We have a direct order from the king himself." "Were to bring her to Azuric untouched."

"I don't follow the orders of that old man anymore." "I have my own loyalties." The man said his eyes shimmering in the dim light.

"If you think you are taking her without conflict...Youre sadly mistaken." The man smiled and unsheathed the sword on his hip. He held it backwards in his right hand. It was a short blade slightly curved silver with a line of jade green up the middle. On the hilt were two dragons circling an "M".

"I was hoping you would say that." The next moments were a kind of a blur to Alisson. Everything happened so fast. The two men lunged at the snow-haired man but before they could collide bone with bone, he vanished appearing behind them. He sheathed his sword and black blood dripped from the two figures and they crumpled to the ground. Alisson tried to stand but couldn't find the strength so she settled for sitting up on the couch. She stared at the formidable man that just saved her. Then she looked to the two men collapsed on the floor.

"Are they dead?" The man turned and smirked at her.

"Not quite." "It takes more than that to kill a demon." Her jaw dropped and eyes widened.

"Demon?" She tried to stand but got dizzy and would have fallen if at that moment the man hadn't scooped her up into his arms and carried her out of that horrible place. She relaxed against his chest and as her eyelids grew heavy she softly spoke his name.

"Caiden"