Winona's POV

I was running.

I had been running since I heard the first sound of an engine ten minutes ago.

Since I dropped down in this extremely unpopulated version of Portland, Oregon nine days ago, I had been searching for any signs of another person and had up until now come up short. I had been observing the place I had first woke up in when I came here. So far, all I knew was that my coven sent me here, I am - or was - alone, there is absolutely no way to get back to the real world, and that I must be living the same day over and over because I have been witness to the same eclipse at the same time every single day.

For the past nine days all I have been doing is searching through my covens grimoires, trying - and failing - ways to escape, cursing the bullshit that got me trapped in here, and planning of all the ways I'm going to get revenge on my coven after I do manage to escape.

But not in any of those nine days have I come across a single sign of another human life. Until now. Heck, I even went searching through houses and stores just scavenging for anybody.

I could tell I was getting closer to the car by now. Either that or they were getting closer to me. Probably both. As soon as that idea rushed through my mind I saw a clearing and quickly stepped out, looking around. However, when I did turn back around the only thing I saw was a pop of cherry red and bright lights before my eyes squeezed shut and I screamed.

Kai's POV

Today had been like many other days for me, filled with all the endless ways my mind could conjure up to try to permanently kill myself. Sadly, I never got lucky, which after the first few tries actually became kinda boring - not the part when I actually am dying, just the problem that I get to wake up every time, perfectly put back together and as sexy as before, repeating the endless loop of May-Fucking-Tenth-1994. Oh, what a glorious day it was. Too bad I never got to truly relive it. Or at least relive the day before. What I was reliving was the aftermath.

Today just seemed like the perfect day to ram the beautiful car I hotwired into a tree and watch as my skin and leather seats completely burned. The sky was a perfect baby blue, almost no clouds to be seen. The sun was shining through the trees in the woods and the wind was picked up enough that you could stand outside and just enjoy it. Not like it wasn't like this every fucking day.

This road was perfect for what I was planning to do. No curves on the road, miles upon miles of asphalt and as straight as a number two pencil. It was perfect because of the lack of curves. That way when I did crash, I'd know I did it on purpose and not some flimsy accident people in the real world make.

I was well over 100 miles per hour and changing the radio from Hole to Smashing Pumpkins, I was done listening to Courtney Love and her views on feminism. I'd had plenty of that growing up with Jo. When I finally looked up from the buttons however, I saw a girl. She was small, I could already tell and was definitely cute judging by her short dress and t-shirt combination I'd seen girls wearing before I came to this prison world two years ago. The dress reached her mid-thigh, and she had black and white Chuck Tailors covering her feet. I had only made these small observations before I realized I was going to hit her if I didn't press the brakes, and I was not ready to kill the only other person I had left in this world in the consideration that she way not come back like me.

I immediately slammed on the brakes, surely leaving skid marks running behind and put the car in park. I was pissed, scratch that, livid! I had only wanted a peaceful day to try out new ways to die and this girl comes along making me stop in her wake! She was definitely paying now. I'm not nice to family pissing me off, but strangers? They might as well already be dead.

I got out of the car and immediately noticed that the girl was shorter that I initially thought. A good head shorter - 5' 2" at the most. She had short, brown, curly hair. It looked untamed, but god, it was sexy. She had almost porcelain, creamy skin that looked so unscathed I knew I'd have to change that.

As I kept getting closer in my long strides, I could see her backing up. However, despite this, she didn't seem scared, just... curious? I'd briefly wondered what she was - supernaturally. But I knew I wouldn't have to wait long for the answer once I grabbed her. And grabbed her I did, despite her struggles. She was so petite and weightless, I'd just grabbed her under her armpits and threw her on top of the car, roughly pushing her on her back. Wrapping my hand around her throat and the other around her jaw, I forced her to look at me and said, "Who the hell are you?"

It was to this question that I got the response of silence and narrowed eyes. I quickly became angrier with her attitude and drew my face closer to hers, repeating the question. At this closeness however I'd realized five things. First, she had big brown eyes framed with thick, long, black lashes. They held so many things in them, mischief being one. I could already tell that she was going to be a handful. Second, she had the most perfect kissable lips, set in the most adorable pout. Her bottom lip had a piercing wrapped around it, hugging. Third, she had a natural blush along her cheeks that seemed to be weaving through her freckles. Fourth, she had a small button nose that perfectly complimented her delicate features. Her small, angelic face was in perfect synchronization with every other feature, making her look innocent. And fifth, her dress had risen up and I was laying perfectly between her legs, a position we both didn't seem to mind at the moment.

I was so caught up in his observation that I'd almost missed her answer.

"Winona. My name's Winona."

Winona. Her name was Winona. I'd never met a Winona. The only one I knew of was Winona Ryder. And that was from watching Beetlejuice, Edward Scissorhands and Heathers a few years back. This Winona was definitely prettier, cuter. I liked this Winona. I also hated her. Because in the short few minutes I'd met her I'd became attracted to her and wanted to know what was going through her brain under all that curly, untamed mess. I'd also made the notion that her voice was the sexiest, most pure thing I'd ever heard and I'd been ready to drag her dress up all the way by then.

"What are you doing here?" I asked and moved my hands to rest beside her head.

"I don't know," she replied.

I could tell she was lying. She obviously knew why she was here and she had to be supernatural, otherwise she would have pissed her pants by now. She was too calm and collected, which meant she could handle herself, just not in the natural sense. So I decided to give her a little encouragement by siphoning her magic, in which she let out a gasp - mostly from the shock than the pain.

"Now, I'm going to ask you again, what are you doing here? I know your supernatural. I just siphoned your magic. Are you a witch? Vampire? Werewolf? You're a witch aren't you?"

I'd assumed she would've trusted me a little by now by knowing I knew of the supernatural. However, I was proven wrong when she kneed me in the groin, jumped off the car and ran around to open the door. She didn't end up getting far when I grabbed her from behind and struggled to get her to move. She had magic and had started fighting me with it. But I was more experienced with it, had just taken some in my possession, and was physically stronger. These three things were what led her again against the car, except this time in the complete opposite position - bent over the car. And again, I had pressed himself completely on her - this time to make her more uncomfortable, which didn't seem to work, and settled one of my hands in her hair, pulling it and her head back. Seeing her like this, completely at my mercy, really made me feel things. Things I haven't got to feel against another woman in two years.

"Let's try this again. Okay?" I'd asked, to which she immediately nodded. I guessed that I'd finally gained the upperhand and she was now obeying me. "What are you doing here? You're obviously a witch."

"I had gotten mad at my coven's leaders for not giving me a chance to prove I could be a future leader and killed the candidates. I wasn't even considered for the position and I had worked my ass off to get in the leaders good graces. I knew I wasn't going to get a position after that but I didn't care. I didn't want one if I wasn't put in fairly. I knew I should have been a candidate. I wanted to be qualified fair and square. But if I couldn't have that, nobody could. I also knew I'd be punished, but I didn't think it'd be this bad... Who are you? What are you doing here? And what the hell did you mean when you said you siphoned my magic?"

She was selfish. I loved that in a woman. She'd also killed people, so I bet she wasn't going to be quick to judge me. We'd get along perfectly.

"Sorry. Manners! I'm Kai, nice to meet you." Winona turned her head from what slight movement control she had to send a hateful, annoyed glare at me. A glare that clearly stated that manners were the furthest thing she cared about right now. "As for why I'm here, will have to wait for later," I said, quickly dodging the second question.

"Wait! I had to tell you why-"

"And what I meant when I said I siphoned your magic was that I'm a witch, but I don't have my own magic, I have to take it from other supernaturals - siphon it," I cut her off with another explanation and emphasized my words by siphoning her magic again. "Now, Winnie. Can I call you Winnie? I'm going to call you Winnie."

"No."

"So, Winnie. I'm going to tell you this once and only once. If you do anything I don't agree with, I will punish you. Now, it completely depends on my mood. If I'm in a good mood, you might just get a spanking." I paused to laugh. "However, if I am particularly pissed off, I will kill you. Do you understand?" I questioned with a smirk and slight tug on her hair.

She turned as much as she possibly could and said, "If you ever think I will do anything you say, you have another thing coming." She quickly kicked my shin and ran off in the woods, but I was not going to let her get away. I still had her magic left in me and was quick to run off after her. I ran for about five minutes and stopped, not understanding how she got away from me so quickly. She was small but not that fast. Right? However, I soon found out how I hadn't found her when I was hit from behind with a floating stick. I then grabbed where I thought she was and she lost focus fighting me off. We strangled with each other on the woods floor, fighting for dominance over the other, me soon winning due to my strength. I put his hands around her throat and started choking her.

"I told you what would happen if you didn't listen to me Winnie. And you have put me in a pretty bad mood today," I spoke through gritted teeth. I eventually let go of her neck only to put her under a sleeping spell with the little magic I had left of hers. I ended up carrying her to the unwrecked car and put her gently into the passenger seat. The whole way to my house I couldn't help but glance over at her every often and think of everything that led up to this point.

I'd remembered about a week ago when I'd felt this almost earthquake-like feeling go through the ground, air even. I knew something had happened because I had kept living the same day for two years now and had never felt that. I kept thinking of her features and when I parked the car in the driveway and she still wasn't awake, took the time to drink in her features. She was petite with curves in all the right places. Freckles dotted all along her face, staining her porcelain skin. Her lip had the most adorable pout, one I could just imagine myself kissing red. I knew by now after all the contact that we had over the past hour that her skin was as soft as a baby and her hair was as silky as the robe my mother used to wear.

I was pissed that she didn't listen to me, but I was going to show her who was in charge here.

Winona's POV

At first I thought the person in the car wasn't going to stop. I squeezed my eyes shut and screamed. That was until I heard tires screeching and feeling my body still intact.

I glanced up only to see a pissed off guy getting out of the car and quickly advancing on me. He was tall, like really tall. At least a foot taller than me. He had chocolatey dark brown hair, almost the same color as mine. He was wearing a Soundgarden t-shirt, which immediately told me we had the same taste in music. He also wore dark, ripped jeans that were baggy but perfectly snug on his hips, and some red converse, similar to mine only a different color.

He had a somewhat tan, somewhat pale complexion. I couldn't see much from where I was, backing up, but he had a good set of full lips for a guy. His nose was strong but the way it turned up at the tip made him seem less serious, like he had a playful edge to him.

I had only made these few assessments when I was suddenly picked up off my feet and placed on the hood of his previously speeding car. He roughly shoved me on my back and wrapped his hands around my neck and face.

"Who the hell are you?" he angrily asked me. I kept silent and let my only response be narrowed eyes. Despite not liking the way he spoke to me, I definitely liked his smooth, deep voice, and the position we were in, especially when he leaned in even closer and repeated the question. It was then that I got to see his eyes. They were a bluish-grey color and they held a storm in them. Hell, a tsunami. There were so many emotions that I couldn't decipher which one his eyes held the most. Anger, curiosity, excitement, lust. I could clearly see the last emotion in his face and knew he had probably seen the same in mine. I knew he was observing me. I also knew we both felt my dress rise up and him come even closer. So close to the point I wanted to wrap my legs around him and grind myself into him. But I was too angry at how he spoke to me to give him that kind of response. So instead I stuck with answering his question. "Winona. My name's Winona."

He acted as if he didn't here my answer, before snapping back with another question. "What are you doing here?" he asked, moving his hands up beside my head. This movement also caused me to feel him become closer in my lower region and I was definitely fighting the urge to attack him with desperate kisses right now, but instead I answered with, "I don't know." I knew.

He grabbed my arm and it felt as if he was squeezing really hard. I had no idea why it hurt so bad or why there was a glow between where our skin touched. "Now, I'm going to ask you again, what are you doing here? I know your supernatural. I just siphoned your magic. Are you a witch? Vampire? Werewolf? You're a witch aren't you?"

At this point I was beginning to get nervous because I didn't know who he was or how he knew about me. And that was definitely not a comforting feeling. But that wasn't the only uncomfortable feeling. I was beginning to really feel the need to lay on this car and let him continue with the ascent of my dress. So, I did the first thing that came to mind and kneed him in the groin and jumped off the car. I ran to the drivers side in hopes of jumping in, starting the car, and driving off. But he recovered quicker than I thought he would and grabbed me. I fought him with my strength and magic but I've never been that strong due to how small I was and whatever he had done to me earlier left my magic a little defective.

So, instead of being in the car, driving past him, I was bent over the hood now, and this time he was even closer. His hand found my hair and jerked. Even though I'm pissed he's not letting me leave, I've gotta say being in this position makes me a little turned on and from what I'm feeling pressed against my butt, I'm guessing he is too.

"Let's try this agin. Okay?" he asked, loosing his patience. At this moment I couldn't trust myself with words, afraid I'd say something along the lines of not actual words, just moans. So I instead nodded my head and could see him smirk in approval. "What are you doing here? You're obviously a witch."

"I had gotten mad at my coven's leaders for not giving me a chance to prove I could be a future leader and killed the candidates. I wasn't even considered for the position and I had worked my ass off to get in the leaders good graces. I knew I wasn't going to get a position after that but I didn't care. I didn't want one if I wasn't put in fairly. I knew I should have been a candidate. I wanted to be qualified fair and square. But if I couldn't have that, nobody could. I also knew I'd be punished, but I didn't think it'd be this bad... Who are you? What are you doing here? And what the hell did you mean when you said you siphoned my magic?" I explained the situation the best I could and ended up asking a few questions of my own.

"Sorry. Manners! I'm Kai, nice to meet you." All I could do in return was glare at the grinning fool. I could not believe he was bothering to use manners now. "As for why I'm here, will have to wait for later," he said, not answering my question.

"Wait! I had to tell you why-"

"And what I meant when I said I siphoned your magic was that I'm a witch, but I don't have my own magic, I have to take it from other supernaturals - siphon it," he cut my protest off with another explanation and I felt him 'siphon' my magic again. "Now, Winnie. Can I call you Winnie? I'm going to call you Winnie."

"No."

"So, Winnie. I'm going to tell you this once and only once. If you do anything I don't agree with, I will punish you. Now, it completely depends on my mood. If I'm in a good mood, you might just get a spanking." He paused to laugh. "However, if I am particularly pissed off, I will kill you. Do you understand?" he questioned with a smirk and slight tug on my hair. Admittedly, he was causing all sorts of desires to run through my body right now. Desires such as being in this exact position, except with no clothes on and me shouting his name. However, other, more levelheaded desires, were shouting at me to get him off me and escape or kick his ass. And those vindictive desires ended up winning me over.

"If you ever think I will do anything you say, you have another thing coming," I responded. I ended up kicking him and running off into the woods this time, desperate to get away from him. I cloaked myself as soon as I could and waited til I saw him. When I saw him slowing down, I picked up a stick and swung it into him front behind, knowing it would catch him off guard. My mistake was not letting the stick leave my hands fast enough after and he saw me holding it in mid air. He was so fast that I almost didn't have time to register he had grabbed me and was trying to shove me down. I ended up losing focus of the cloaking spell and became seen. Not that it really mattered now considering that he had already grabbed me. We kept rolling over on top of each other. Him on top, me on top, him on top again, me on top again, trying to gain the upper hand. However, he was stronger than me and he ended up straddling my hips and choking me.

"I told you what would happen if you didn't listen to me Winnie. And you have put me in a pretty bad mood today," Kai spoke. I could tell he was pissed with me, but I could barely breathe by this point.

He eventually let go of my neck and I barely got in a few breaths before starting to feel sleepy all the sudden. I knew what was happening. He had put me under a sleeping spell. But I was already closing my eyes before I had anytime to protest.