I DO NOT OWN PRIMEVAL OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS

"Stay here, please" Becker begged the beautiful woman.

They were in his flat, standing in the hallway. The woman had one hand on the door handle, and the other stayed by her side.

She had long, wavy brown hair which was blowing in the wind, why there was wind indoors? Becker didn't know, but he didn't care about the obscurity of the situation as he didn't want the angel to leave.

Her eyes were a dark shade of green and her skin was pale and soft to touch. She was wearing a knee length white dress, which blew in the wind in symphany to her hair. Becker stared at her with a pleading look in his eyes, she smiled sadly at him a tear escaping the corner of her eye.

"I have to go, sweetheart" She said in a hauntingly beautiful voice which echoed in Becker's ears. He grabbed her hand kissing it with his eyes closed a single tear dropped. "Let go, sweetheart."

And that was when he woke. He had woken up so suddenly he got a serious headrush and had to put his head back down. Becker brought his hands up to his face and put his head in them, it was that dream again.

That was when he realised that he wasn't in his bedroom, not at all. He looked around the room he was in, squinting through the darkness.

There was a grand fireplace directly in front of him, candle sticks containing burnt out candles were on the mantel piece and empty picture frames were there also. Everything was covered in dust. He looked to his right and there was a single armchair covered with a blanket. Looking to his left he noticed that there was a small window which barely let any light in as it was boarded up, there were dirty, ripped white curtains blowing slightly in the breeze. He stared at them for a few seconds remembering the woman's hair and dress, but he shook his head dismissing the memories returning to reality. There were two corners at the back of the room which were plunged into darkness, he would check them out when it brightens up a bit he decided.

He was sitting on a creaky wooden floor, his back against the door. The Captain analysed the door and noticed that there were claw marks and few blood stains. He frowned trying to work out how he had gotten into this situation. He couldn't remember a thing.

"Becker?" A voice said from one of the corners, it was a woman's voice which he recognised.

"Jess?"

"Yeah, it's me. What are we doing here?" She asked coming out of the shadows and sitting herself next to Becker. Her clothes were torn and her hair was a mess, he looked at his own clothes to realise that he was in the same state. "Woah what happened to your head?"

He brought his hand up to feel around his head, it was wet, he looked at his fingers and they were now covered in blood.

"I don't know, but I'm fine, Jess. Honestly." He said reassuring her with a smile. She returned it nodding. "Do you remember how we got here?" He asked hoping she would.

"Nope. I was hoping you would" She said. Sighing she put her hair against the wall.

They both sat in silence for a minute or two, trying to figure out what could have happened for both of them to end up here. Becker couldn't remember a thing and became frustrated, so he turned into military mode and stood up reaching for the doorhandle.

"Where you going?" Jess asked standing up.

"Just going to check out the house, see if there are any clues as to why we are here" replied Becker.

"What if there's something out there? The door can't be in this state for nothing!" Jess said, pointing at the door. Becker turned to look at the marks subconsciously.

He looked back at Jess, his eyebrow raised. "Jess, I'll be fine" he said turning the door handle.

"Hillary Becker!" She shouted stamping her foot. He froze as his eyebrows shot up and his jaw dropped, he had never seen Jess react like that before. She looked flustered and was glaring at him.

"Er, Jess?"

"Sorry! Ahem, I mean, sorry. I just don't want you to get hurt that's all" She said calming down, blood rushed to her cheeks. Becker smiled, he loved seeing her blush, she really was beautiful and she cared about him so much... but she wasn't the woman in his dream.

He shook his head as discretely as he could and coughed clearing his head of the dream. He walked over to the fireplace and picked up a candle stick. "How about this, Jess? I have a weapon, and I'm not afraid to use it" He said smirking.

She rolled her eyes, and gestured with her head for him to go.

He nodded and slowly and quietly walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Creeks were heard around the house, and the wood moaned when he stepped on each floorboard. He walked to the top of a grand looking, dusty staircase and was about to walk down it when he saw a huge, unhuman shadow dart across the wall, followed by another one. Sniffing was heard and growling. And it was slowly getting closer.

Becker decided to head back quickly but quietly, those things- whatever they were- couldn't be good. It was going well until he stepped on the loudest floorboard, he stopped and cringed. The sniffing suddenly stopped and Becker could here the creatures make curious noises. Then they burst into growls and they pounded up the stairs as quickly as they could. Becker didn't hesitate to run, he didn't care how loud he was now, they already knew he was here.

He sprinted to the room threw the door opened and slammed it, putting all his weight on the door to stop the creatures getting in.

To be continued...

So i do have a story line in mind... whether it will be good? it's all down to what you guys think. Please review! This is the opening chapter, and I'm notvery good at them :\ Thanks for reading! Review review review! :)