Inspired by- Final Destination/Within Temptation

Authors Note: This is kinda like a journal, with the chapter titles being the dates. Most times I'm going to switch between character's point of view, but i might do the same person twice.

I own everything except the song that was used for inspiration and the band that made it, so go forth and read on!

Rayven Hall sped down the cluttered interstate. She knew she was in the wrong lane; she saw the millions of cars coming at her head on. She also knew she couldn't stop. The last thing she wanted to do was kill someone, but she already knew that she had done that.

Another car swerved and flew over the edge into the iced over water as she drove onto the bridge in Russia. She had no idea where so was, what rode she was on, or what city she was in, but she had to get away. She didn't even know what she had done. Her mind raced with the possibilities that could have ended her up this way. Without thinking she closed her eyes as she concentrated and the next thing she knew she was screaming for her life.

She ran head on into the car in front of her and got knocked to the side. Her stolen convertible wrapped around a light post that promptly fell over onto the car and set it aflame. Her car was engulfed in mere seconds and she knew she was going to die. She shut her eyes as tight as possible and held her breath, trying not to feel the pain that the flames were going to cause. A few second past and she felt nothing.

I must be dead…She thought, breathing out slowly. She opened her eyes and looked around. It was dark and the only light came from a small lamp hanging off a wall. She turned slightly to her right and saw a big, black iron gate. It was slightly rusted and covered in spider webs.

Those can't be the gates to Heaven, she thought warily. Then noise began to fill her ears. She turned to her left and saw flashing lights and heard people shouting in the streets. She cautiously made her way to the source and peaked around one of the walls that made her precious little haven. There was a minivan daggling off the edge of the bridge with the passengers still inside. A crane held the car high above the ice, but closely enough to get the people out. A man in a firefighter's uniform held out his arms to an open door and for a second Rayven was confused as to what was going on. Then another pair of hands darted out of the van's open door and a small infant was passed to the man. The child was passed down a row of people to safety and Rayven darted her eyes back to the first man. He looked as if he was trying to coax the other passenger out. Rayven chewed her lip, pleading silently with the passenger to get out and be with their baby. After a few minutes of what seemed liked futile effort the passenger finally climbed out and into the man's arms.

Rayven sighed when she saw that the woman was completely unharmed, as was her child. Her vision traveled to the right and she saw another car. It looked smaller than the van and it was securely wrapped around a light post that was stacked on top of it. The car was engulfed in flames and out of the corner of her eye she could see more men running to put it out. She stared at the sight, seeming to be unable to tear her eyes away when in dawned on her that that was her car. At least it was the one she had stolen.

Was she looking at this from Heaven? Hell? It seemed oddly close. Like she could reach out and touch it…

Her arm stretched out and her fingers curled around a wisp of smoke.

"I'm still alive?" she asked the smoke that disintegrated from her hand.

"Yes, you are my love."

Rayven jumped and spun around, noticing that she had walked out to her smoldering car without anyone seeing her. She looked up at the man who had whispered into her ear and gasped. He was tall, at least six foot, with a lean body and slender muscles. His hair was midnight black and was pulled back in a long ponytail, bangs falling along the side of his perfectly sculpted face. His skin was snow white and his eyes were a fierce blue. He looked like…well like a vampire.

Rayven shook her head, What a ridiculous idea.

Then she recalled what he had called her…love. She was sure it was just a little pet name, but the thought sent waves of pleasure through her body.

"Who are you?" she asked, finally finding her voice. The mystery man grinned and Rayven thought she caught the hint of a fang.

"My name is Alec," he replied, taking her hand and kissing it softly. His light pink lips were cold to the touch. He had a noticeably British accent, which was odd considering they were in Russia.

Rayven blushed at his small gesture and stammered out, "My name is—"

He cut her off, flicking his wrist ever so slightly and bringing his hand from hers to her lips. His fingers were icy too. Something she had failed to notice before.

"I know who you are my sweet," he said softly, leaning down and leveling his eyes with hers. "Your name is Rayven and you are currently wondering, how I know you, who I am, and most importantly why you are still alive. Well, my dear, the answers lie within the events of yesterday."

Rayven stared at him, completely confused by everything that had happened in the last 20 minutes. Alec, on the other hand, simply smiled and pulled her into him. Holding her tightly, which Rayven didn't protest against, he snapped his fingers and they disappeared in a black puff of smoke.

Amazingly still unnoticed.