Chapter 1

With every beat of my cold heart
The lyrics repeat, the song restarts
You give me all your love, it fades away
The tragic circle of despair begins again

It was there that I had met him, in the rain, weak from a long voyage through something I wasn't too sure of. He seemed very hostile, like a feral animal. Regardless I had stupidly let him into my home. Without very much knowledge of his full strength or power. Knowing that he was the reason that New York had been destroyed I let him in. And yet, I couldn't leave him there, I felt remorse towards him as I saw him lie there on the cold hard cement. He had fallen from the sky, from what looked like black lighting and fire. It was like no other sight I've seen.

I had reveled at the sight of the fiery black lightening the first moment I saw it, but then fear had struck me when I saw him there. He had fallen to his knees in agony, holding himself as if he were going to be torn apart. I had soon gathered up the courage to speak.

"Are ... Are you okay?" I asked unsure of myself. He shot up a glare and seemed to get up, staggering his way towards me like a maddog. I stood there in pure fear when he grabbed me by the neck. Though he lurched as another wave of pain hit him, making him fall onto me. I held him unknowing of what to do or expect. Seeing him in agony tugged at my heart, almost tauntingly as my head had told me to run away. This was no man to be involved with. Yet the longer I stared, the more my heart was filled with worry over his physical state. Sure the most logical person would run away... But that same person would have to be cold hearted. Something I was not. I looked back to my house behind me and back at him.

"I'm going to bring you inside, please bear with me. It may be painful for you to move but trust me. It is for your own good that I am moving you." I awaited his response which seemed as nothing more but an incoherent mutter of words.

Slowly I put his arm over my shoulder and helped him up to his feet. I let him calm himself before continuing on inside. We had both gotten genuinely soaked from the pouring rain outside and entering my cold house was something that didn't really help. I put him on the couch and quickly fetched him a towel from a closet next to the bathroom and back to him. I wrapped him in it only to have him at my throat again.

"What is it you think to gain from this charity mortal." He spat the last word out venomously. I couldn't help but feel fear towards him.

"N-nothing, I simply thought that you needed some help." I looked at him with the best sincere face I could muster in spite of all the fear I had. He didn't seem satisfied with my answer.

"I need not pity from someone inferior to me."

"Then who would you like help from?" I said boldly towards the dangerous stranger without so much as thinking of what consequences might follow.

He seemed to smile at my audacity and tightened his grip around my throat. "You must be a fool-" He was cut of by a few raspy coughs but still continued on. "... To talk to me as such." He seemed to be straining to hold his grip on me because of the lack of consistency in his hold was evident. I tried to pry myself away for a breath of air. As soon as he gasped in what seemed like a strong surge of pain he let go and immediately his hands went to his sides as he curled up in pain. Quickly I stepped closer with concern again and tried to soothe the pain by running my hands gently over his back in a soothing manner. He soon stopped and simply pushed me away in defeat.

"Do not touch me!" He warned.

"...Would you like anything to eat?" I looked at him from the floor which he had pushed me to. He said nothing, only averted my gaze stubbornly.

I simply took his silence as a yes and went to make him something. I wasn't sure what he liked but luckily I had a knack for guessing the right thing that people liked. So I didn't worry too much. I made fried potatoes and bacon bits and rolled it up in an omlette like a burrito. Adding some seasonings to it and a bit of ketchup inside it. I made sure not to drown it in it, just in case he didn't like ketchup. He was also a guy so I made him two. Guys usually had an unusually large appetite. I came out with the plate and placed it at the coffee table next to him. He seemed to just glance at it and look away uninterested. I also went to get him a change of clothes and another, more suitable blanket rather than that beach towel.

I placed the blanket on the chair, along with a pillow. I turned to him who seemed to be watching me like a cat watches a bird. It made me uneasy.

"I got these for you, just in case you want them later. I'm gonna be in my room the rest of the night which is down the hall. It's the last door on the left. The bathroom is to the right of you over there if you need it." I pointed towards the door next to the TV. With that I went to my room awkwardly, he seemed to be uninterested in everything. How would I even deal with him tomorrow? The cold silence would eventually drive me insane! Perhaps that's my fault?

Sleep did not come to me easy that night. I felt paranoid to sleep with a dangerous villain in my house. Although being as tired as I was it wasn't impossible. After what seemed like hours I had finally succumbed to sleep. The next morning I woke up very drowsy, my body didn't seem to forget the danger lurking just around the corner so I had only gotten three hours of sleep and no matter how much I tried to get back to sleep. It wasn't happening...

Reluctantly I got up and went to the kitchen for a drink. On my way to the kitchen I noticed the first rays of the sunlight coming over the mountains and into the windows. I also noticed that the food I had left for him was all gone; a few crumbs left. I quietly went over to pick up the plate to take it to the kitchen. I noticed how peaceful he looked in his sleep. I had to admit it was a much better look than the disgruntled look he had last night when I tried helping him. His ebony locks cascaded down onto his face and his pale skin looked luminous in the morning sunlight. I was almost tempted to sweep the stray locks away from his face to look at his soft features but I shot that idea away when I remembered his threat yesterday. Sure it was a mostly failed attempt at assault but I wasn't taking chances.

I went to the kitchen, plate in hand, and got myself a cup of apple juice. I looked over at him and wondered when he'd wake up. I quickly started up on breakfast, I made some Torta de Heuvos. I sprinkled some cinnamon and little bit of melted chocolate. I put the first plate where the previous one was on the coffee table; along with a cold cup of apple juice. It seemed like when I had started setting the things on the table was when his eyes slowly fluttered open. I looked over at him and smiled. He didn't move simply stared with an emotionless face.

"Good morning." I offered. He didn't really respond. I frowned and went to the kitchen and ate my plate of food at the table quietly.

As I ate I pondered if he'd ever say anything to me at all. I mean, didn't I just offer him a place to stay and warm food for his ungrateful...

"I need not pity from someone inferior to me."

I remembered his cold words and was a bit discouraged of my decision of bringing him in. Then again, how would I live with myself knowing I had did the exact thing that I complain to others about? Maybe I'm just going about this wrong. I mean he did sleep on it, and technically I'm being rude for not telling him my name. With a new found courage I quickly finished my food and drink to go over to him. I put my plate in the sink and went over to him once again and spoke to him again.

"By the way I'm sorry I didn't do this earlier but my name is Ilazki Lachance... What's your name?" I asked sheepishly.

"You are a determined one aren't you?" He gave a devilish laugh and continued. "You will have to try much harder mortal."

Again with the mortal thing.

A/N: Yes I know I shouldn't be starting on another story but lets face it, I'm I am a very fickle person and I need a variety. Don't worry I will be still updating those other stories. (I haven't given up on them... Just slightly confused on where to go with them... Slightly...)