Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own HOA

Cast: Nina Martin, Fabian Rutter, Amber Millington, Eddie Miller, Patricia Williamson, Alfie Lewis, Jerome Clarke, Mara Jaffray, Mick Campbell, Joy Mercer, Esme Rutter,

Genre: Romance, Crime, Supernatural, Drama, Family, Mystery, Friendship, Suspense

Summary: Nina Martin, an eighteen year old waitress living with her best friend in Queens, meets Fabian Rutter, head of the Rutter Family, one of the most powerful and fearful multinational corporations in the western hemisphere. Nina has no memories from before adolescence or even a family to call home, but this only encouraged her to never give up on living. Fabian Rutter is a Pureblood and has not even the slightest bit of conscious left in his life, so he indulges in acting the playboy part apathetic towards anything that doesn't entertain him. When these two meet in an unlikely predicament, will they be able to have a love like no other, or will it end in war…

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Nina's POV

February 17th, 2015
11:12 p.m.

The light of the moon shines brightest today, it's a full moon and the perfect day to walk home on a late shift. Taking the backroads like I usually do it's calm and desolate, no pedestrians and no honking traffic to ruin my train of thought. It's cold enough to see my breath in the air so I hug myself just a little tighter than usual, and that's when I hear the sound that makes my blood run cold. Two muffled gunshots are all I hear before I'm pulled by the arm and thrown onto a wall with such strength I'm sure it'll leave a bruise. My head still stung from when it hit the side of the wall, and my vision was still clearing when I saw who threw me.

My eyes went wide and my breath was hitched, two crimson eyes were staring back at me, they were captivating as well as frightening, I wanted to look away. All but his eyes were shrouded in darkness and that's when my instincts screamed that he was a bad guy and that I needed to escape immediately. I tried in vain to rip my arms from his iron grip, but all that earned me was an amused look that danced in his eyes.

"I'm pretty confident in how loud my voice can travel, so if you don't want anyone finding your little hiding spot I suggest you let me go." I give him my best menacing glare, trying not to seem the least bit frightened even if I was.

The man with the crimson eyes gives me a wicked grin in return, his presence was intimidating and everything about the man with the crimson eyes was enigmatic. I took a deep breath…

"I wouldn't try that if I were you." He says in a low voice just millimeters away from my ear, I just barely missed his British accent laced in tender velvet hot on my ear. The footsteps I hear getting louder in the distance bring me back to my state of mind, I count –4...5...6 steps– 3 people, 3 people after the man with the crimson eyes.

I try to think of something, some kind of plan to get me out of this somewhat ridiculous predicament, I always knew the teachers were wrong when they said my quick-wit will get me into nothing but trouble. Once I formed an okay plan –by my standards anyways– I got on my tiptoes and extended my head towards Crimson Red's ears.

"So are you the bad guy or the good guy?" I whispered, begging my voice not to betray me.

"When you really think about it, does it really matter?" Answering a question with a question, Crimson Red is no amateur I knew that now. Either way it really doesn't matter, I just hope I can leave this whole ordeal alive and breathing, well so long to a peaceful walk home in the moonlight.

"I know I'm going to regret this tomorrow, but I'd really like it if I were actually alive to see it, so…sorry." I quickly knee the guy in what I hope isn't the groin, even I'd be sympathetic towards him, just hard enough to loosen his grip on my arms. The same moment his grip loosens I take my chance and run from where I came. I curse myself for what I'm about to do, as I run I make sure to make noise as my feet hit the ground. When I'm sure the voices I hear are directed in my direction I turn to look at Crimson Red, I point opposite from where I'm running and hopefully as well as dreadfully where the 3 people will chase me. Hoping he got my message I sprint, never looking back.

Fabian's POV

February 17th, 2015
11:31 p.m.

I stare at the woman in front of me, amused, charmed, uneasy –which is a first– I start to wonder what this godforsaken world has brought me now. She seems anxious enough considering the way her arms tremble in my grasp, but she hides it well enough for the common observer not to notice.

She opens and closes her mouth multiple times as if to speak, which only draws my attention towards her lips. Perfectly curved and perfectly edible were my only thoughts.

"I know I'm going to regret this tomorrow, but I'd really like it if I were actually alive to see it, so…sorry." Considering who…or rather what I am I find it quite disappointing on how long it took me to comprehend her words and react in time. She kneed me in the ribs just strong enough to loosen my grip for a fraction of a second, which apparently was enough for her to twist her arms out of my grip and start running.

She made more noise than I thought she would trying to escape, as if intentionally calling the Hunters towards her. She only looked back once, just a couple yards away and she stopped to point in the direction opposite of where she was running, and at that moment I knew this girl was too ignorant for her own good. She then turned and sprint towards the very people who were trying to kill me, the very people who would kill her if necessary.

Any other commoner who'd try and help me, I wouldn't have bat an eye at the mercy of their deaths, frankly it was their ignorance that got them killed in the first place. But for some absurd reason –I still haven't figured out why– I didn't want to see the woman harmed in any way, especially not because of me.

I reprimand myself for what I'm about to do, something extremely reckless and completely unnecessary on my part, I launch myself on to the roof of the closest building. Already I feel my strength diminishing, all thanks to those poisoned bullets those bastards of the Hunters shot me with. But I have no time for weakness now, not when a damsel in distress is on the line. My pride won't allow me, is what I say trying to convince myself that the only feelings I possess are those that want to play and break people, I merely want to help her to save myself the work if she were to die.

I quickly follow the path the woman and the Hunters were on, staying out of sight and in the shadows of the buildings' roofs. Every step and every stride is like scorching needles digging into my core.

Once I finally come into view of the Hunters, I witness a scene I've seen so many times in my life it's now an everyday occurrence. But this time felt abnormally different, an emotion I've only ever felt once before consumed me whole, pure unadulterated rage filled my veins and it felt empowering.

I watched as the girl who had foolishly tried to help me escape get shot two times in the back and then fall limply to her death, but before she could hit the ground I was already racing for her and I caught her in a tight embrace. I look into her glazing eyes, into the eyes of a woman I only met not an hour before and already felt an attachment to her.

"I told you to run, or are you too arrogant to read hand signs?" She whispers hoarsely, laughing ever so softly that it sounds like small gasps, her eyes flutter close.

The warmth in humans in which I've grown to loathe them for, was rapidly fading from her body becoming limp and just as cold as I was. I push the stray hairs behind her ear and carry her to a safe place on the sidewalk. Once I lay her down softly I turn to see the three Hunters point their Cross guns in all lethal places.

Of course any unarmed man with no escape plan and no back up would feel defeated in a situation I'm currently facing. Yet the only thing radiating from me is my overwhelming intent to slaughter every man standing in front of me. One by one ideas of excruciatingly painful ways to kill every one of them flowed through my mind, but I knew I had no time for any of it, so instead I chose the latter and called upon the flames that have never failed me. With this flame I set them ablaze and saw how they burned alive in agony right before my eyes, reducing to nothing but the ash I step on.

Once I made sure they were dead I went straight to the girl still lying on the pavement, as still as a corpse, nothing but the smallest of choked breaths keeping her alive. I wasted no time bringing her to the car where I met with my driver; he looked confused but otherwise calm. He opened the door for me and I placed her body softly on the seat, I beckoned the driver to drive to the closest residence I reside in and to call the best medical team on standby immediately.

The driver didn't need to be told twice as he knew the consequences, driving with steady speed I looked into the girl's eyes willing her to keep living…

I'm naming it now, because it has to have a title but I'm still deciding...so I thought you guys should choose.

Option are below:

- Cosa Nostra
- Dark Arcana
- Darc Arcana
- Silent Arcana
- Darc Omerta
- New York City Mafia

Review or PM which one you like best, or the one I already have...