I watched him walk away into the darkness, his steps leaving deep footprints in the sand. I'd never seen him so angry with me- never angry enough to just walk away. My chest ached, and I wanted to chase after him. I wanted to apologize and have him scoop me up in his arms. But, by now, he was long gone. Even if I ran as fast as my long legs could push, he'd be in his jeep and on his way, now.

I sat there in the sand, a little longer. I watched the tide push up onto the earth, with a deep "whoosh", then retreat into the sea. It was the perfect night- the water was clear, the sky was cloudless and the stars sparkled with a light brighter than any other night. It was the perfect night to sit on the beach and snuggle up to Patch. But, I'd made him mad, and he'd walked away. So I was left alone, and the perfect night didn't feel so perfect. Finally, I stood up, brushed the sand off me, and started making my way back towards the parking lot.

A deep chill shuddered up my spine. I stopped dead in my tracks, and looked around. I didn't see anyone or anything following me, but I only got that chill when someone was. I pulled my cell phone from my back pocket, and my finger hovered over Patch's speed dial. I didn't particularly want to call him after our fight, but I just needed to be prepared.

I continued walking, my finger still lingering over his name on my phone. When I looked up, I saw him. A dark shrouded figure stood in my path, about twenty feet ahead of me. I quickly turned on my heal, ready to walk to other way, when another figure appeared behind me. I did a full 360. They were surrounding me. Four of them. The dark figures had circled me, giving me no escape path.

I had to get out of there, fast. I quickly tapped Patch's speed dial, but didn't bring the phone to my ear. I made a run for it, hoping to make it through the space between two of the dark figures. My long legs pushed me, and within seconds I was past them. But, the figure turned and grabbed at the back hem of my t-shirt, yanking me backwards. "Help!" I cried out, hoping that by now, Patch had answered my call. "Please help me!"

The figure grabbed me around the waist from behind, pulling my into him. I flailed around wildly, but it did no good. In one motion, he knocked the cell phone from my clenched fist, and it flew across the beach and landed in the sand. I prayed that Patch had picked up, and was on his way back. "Patch!" I screamed.

The figure wrapped his arm around me and covered my mouth, refusing to let me scream any more. I used all the strength I had and kicked my heal backwards into his shin. His grip loosened on me and I slipped from his arms. Screaming out for Patch, I ran. I ran as fast as I could away from the dark figures.

"Patch!" I was able to call out, one more time, before I was hit over the head, hard. I was knocked over, unconscious before my face hit the sand.

Patch's POV

As much as I wanted to, I refused to look back at her. I hated being angry with her, but I had to stand my ground. I wanted to run back to her, and scoop her up in my arms, but I fought the urge to turn on my heal. I knew I was probably just being a jealous boyfriend, but I had a right to act like a human once in a while, didn't I? "It's just a harmless camping trip." She had told me. Things were never "harmless" when it came to Vee. Plus, two random guys? Hardly "harmless." I trusted Nora, I really did. But these other guys? Not so much. I'll call her tomorrow, and apologize, I thought. But, tonight, I needed to cool off. I did not like this idea one bit.

I got to the jeep, and climbed in the driver's seat. I put the key in the ignition, but didn't turn it right away. I stared out the window, at the ocean. The tide was climbing high, and falling to the sand with a whooshing noise I could hear from the jeep, then retreating back to the sea. The stars shone so brightly tonight. It was the perfect night to lie on the beach, with my arms held tightly around Nora. But, we'd fought, and this perfect night didn't seem so perfect.

After sitting there for a few minutes, I finally started the engine of the car and backed out of the parking spot. I had just pulled out of the parking lot, and onto the open road, when my phone buzzed. Nora.

I sighed heavily. I didn't particularly want to answer, for fear I'd say something I'd regret later. I didn't want to hurt her, but I really wasn't happy. My finger hovered over the ignore button, thinking I'd call her back later. No, I can't, I thought, shaking my head, and answering her phone call.

"Yes, Angel?" I unintentionally let a little annoyance slip into my voice. There was silence for a moment on the other end of the line, and I thought she had maybe dialed me on accident.

I was about to hang up, when there was a heavy rustling noise on her end of the phone, and suddenly I heard her scream, "Help! Please, help me!"

"Nora!" I cried into the phone, sure though that she couldn't hear me. I U-Turned quickly in the middle of the road, then floored the gas, racing back to the beach. I heard a thudding noise from Nora's end of the phone. It sounded as though someone had knocked the phone from her. "Patch!" I heard her yell, this time a little muffled. I screeched the jeep to a halt back in the parking lot, hardly having time to throw the car in park before springing from the seat. With the phone still to my ear, I listened but I couldn't hear her yelling anymore. I suddenly felt like I was going to be sick. I had to get to her, and fast. A second later, she started yelling again, calling out for me. I was on the beach, pushing my feet into the sand, and racing as hard as I could toward where I'd left her.

In the distance I could see five figures, one of them was, unmistakably, Nora. "Patch!" I heard her yell once more. But I didn't hear her through the phone. I could hear her yelling in the distance now.

"Nora!" I wanted to scream, but it got trapped in my throat. I watched as one of the figures brought something, I couldn't make out what from a distance, and caught the back of Nora's head with it. She wailed, the slumped to the ground. I stopped in my tracks, too stunned to move at all. "Nora." I choked out.

I realized I was moving a second later. Trying to get to her as fast as I could. I was within 30 feet of the men, when a crow bar swung into my stomach. It was probably the same item that caught Nora in the back of the head. I was knocked off my feet and into the sand. Unable to move momentarily, I watched one of the men scoop Nora up from the ground, and into the back of a black SUV that had pulled up from no where. "Nora!" I tried to spit out, but someone swung the crow bar into my stomach once more. I clawed at the sand around me, trying to grasp my bearings and sit up. But, I watched as the man with the crow bar dove into the SUV and it raced away.

Nora. I thought hard, trying to find her thoughts somewhere, but it was doing no good. I struggled to find her dream, in the atmosphere, hoping to reach her there. Nothing.

A minute later, I was able to push myself up from the sand, and run to my jeep. I was, for the first time, grateful I couldn't feel physical pain. I dove into the driver's seat, and swung out of the parking lot in a split second. But the SUV was no where in sight. "Angel!" I cried out. But it was no use.