Prologue

It was the middle of the night when he appeared, making me go in my pants. He hushed my name and shook me gently, obviously not wanting to wait until morning came, but I still slept. So, out of aggravation, he poured water over my head to get my attention.

At least, that's what he told me, though I knew he was lying.

Oddly enough, even though he was the one that showed up on our doorstep — claiming to be my guardian angel, no less — he didn't trust us. He wouldn't tell us his name and that got on our nerves, because we didn't know what to call him. He never talked much, just observed mostly. As if he was waiting for something horrible to happen. Not only that, he was also a huge downer.

He reminded me too much of Fang. His complexion, his attitude, and that stupid smirk he get on his face while watching me, only to smother once he notice me looking made me want to call him Fang. I needed to know his name, and I planned on doing so. The day he told me his name was the day I had decided to take matters into my own hands.

"Hey," I greeted, sitting next to him, pulling my knees to my chest as if I was suddenly very cold. He gave me look like I was crazy.

"Listen, I need to know your name, now," I ordered. He just stared at me.

How am I supposed to trust this guy if I don't know his name?

"If you don't trust me, then why don't you tell me to leave?" He asked. I had forgotten he could read my mind.

"That's the thing that confuses me. I do trust you, more than I trust anyone else actually. This whole you can't leave my side and have to protect me gives me actual comfort. Pretty selfish, huh?"

"Patch," He stated, a twinkle in his eye.

"What?" I shot him a confused expression.

"My name is Patch."

"Well, your name just proves that you'll fit right in. Now come on, it's time for lunch."

And that was the beginning of our friendship.