I walked back to my car, the warm Pennsylvania night was humid and all I wanted was to get to my car, crank the a/c and attempt to figure out the directions back to the interstate that would eventually lead me to my dreams. Hollywood. I hated being lost, but honestly, I sucked when it came to directions. I'd driven from Alberta, Canada to Ontario to visit my family there before going to follow my dreams, but naturally, I got lost.

All of a sudden I heard footsteps; I kept walking to determine if they were following me. They were. But being me, I threw over my shoulder, "I'm tired, just leave me alone."

A cold laugh replied, "But dear, why would I when you smell so… Delightful…"

I froze. After a second I spun around on my heel to see red eyes staring at me hungrily, and sharp white fangs bore at me. I put a hand on my hip, "Go away."

He lunged at me so fast I was surprised that I'd been able to dodge it. He smiled at me and lunged again; again I dodged. I was getting scared and before he got another chance to lunge at me, I punched him then ran, dropping the groceries in my hand. He caught up quickly and tackled me to the ground; I fought against him, somehow managing to get myself to a standing position. He threw me against a wall and just before I blacked out I saw two men and a woman, one of the men and the woman started fighting the man, while the second man walked over to my side, picking my up. I blacked out.

When I woke up the man that had carried me was sitting beside me and I was lying in what appeared to be a hospital room. I propped myself up and looked around; I put a hand on my head and rubbed it, blinking back pain. The guy stirred and looked happily surprised at me waking up.

"You're up!" He said with a grin

"Great observation skills," I said sarcastically, "My head fucking hurts."

He chuckled. "That happens when you get hit in the head and a major concussion."

"Yay." I said.

"I'm Adrian. Adrian Ivashkov." He said with a smile

"I'm Faye Aldaine, nice to meet you, or at least it would be if it wasn't for the circumstances…" He laughed again and I couldn't help but smile at him. "Where am I?"

He let out a breath, as if he wasn't sure what to say and how to say it. "The Moroi royal court."

I laughed and looked at him like he was crazy. "The what?"

He raked his hand through his hair and explained to me, he explained everything. He told me about his world, told me my attackers were Strigoi, the real undead vampires, and he told me about the good vampires, the Moroi, and their guardians, the Dhampirs. He explained about Moroi magic, and he confided in me about spirit. I think he was surprised that I just took it in, asking questions, and clarifying things when I needed to. I'd always hoped that things like magic and vampires were real, to have it confirmed was amazing. I had known this guy for only a few minutes, and yet he seemed to trust me. It was nice. I took in his appearance as he talked to me. He was devilishly good looking, and he looked like he hadn't slept in days.

After we talked for a while I asked him, "How long have I been here?"

He shrugged, "A couple days."

"Have you gone home and slept in that time?"

He gave me a sheepish smile, "not really, no."

"Go, I'll be fine" I said with a laugh.

"Nawh, I don't mind" he smiled at me.

I shook my head at him and just got comfortable, falling back asleep, I knew he fell asleep with his head on my hospital bed shortly after.