A/N- Hey all! This is a story that i actually wrote like three years ago and while i was cleaning out my comp i found it. I wrote for a friend in the sixh grade. It's really short (only like twenty pages) but i only put the first four on here to see if i wanted to put the rest of it up later. Well, i hope you like.

Disclaimer: I own all except Lucifer and Drew Fuller (who is so totally beautiful!)

It was cold and the wind was unforgiving. It whipped through the air like a knife through cheese. The night was dark, for the clouds covered the stars, and the moon was new, a devil's moon. A girl sat shivering under the shelter of a bridge. The wind was fierce against her skin. Her clothes were torn and ripped. She huddled against the wall, hoping to keep partially warm. Her hands shook, and her face was wet, not only from the vicious rain that dropped painfully against her, but also from many tears, tears that for the last week had helped her fall asleep on sidewalks and benches.

"Has it really been a week?" the girl thought to herself. It had seemed like a lifetime. She had used up her dollar fifty the first day she had run away from home. After that she had been begging for money and food. It was different to her, because she had always got what she wanted, even up to the very end. That last wish she had made had changed her life, and made the difference. She needed to only ask her parents for something and she would get it. Things were much different on the road.

She was pretty, no doubt about it. She had long dark hair, which flowed gracefully down her back. Her eyes were grey, but in the dark they had a hint of green, which stood out like eyes of a cat watching its prey. With one look she could shoot daggers at people, or calm them down, batting her long lashes at the guys whom she liked. She was not too tall, but not really short either. She was about the average height of the kids who went to Island Shore High School, located at the edge of the Caribbean. Her face was pale, her cheeks full. She had nice full lips, which when parted showed perfectly straight and polished teeth. She had never had braces, and she would never need them.

The girl was not shy, but she didn't put herself out their either. She did her work, and got good grades, and hung out with good kids. She lived in a good neighborhood, with people who walked their dogs every evening and were always willing to strike up a conversation with the nearest person willing to talk back to them. The girl did walk her dog too, but she used to walk him in the morning, when nobody was there to bother her, as she wandered in her own thoughts.

The girl winced. Thinking of Sabbath, her bull dog puppy, hurt. After all, wasn't he the main reason that she had left home, because she had hurt him, and learned a very valuable lesson? "No", she told her self, "Sabbath isn't the reason you left and you know it." And she did too.

The powers were the reason she left. The powers that seemed to manifest inside her, growing until at some points she could not seem to control them. She had used them against her will, against Sabbath, and she had hurt him, a lot. It was then that she realized if she didn't leave, she might hurt those near her. Her parents, her friends. She wasn't going to risk the safety of those whom she loved.

Suddenly her head snapped up and she winced again. Whiplash. In the distance she could hear an approaching car. It was coming towards. As it neared, se willed herself to stand. Her aching joints and burning cramps protested loudly, but she was not going to let this car pass her by, like the last three. She limped painfully into the middle of the road, and there her muscles failed her. She crumbled to the road, waiting apprehensively for the car to come. If the car would not stop, her pain would be ended, and if he stopped, she could at least be warm for a little while.

She knew that hitchhiking was dangerous, but she knew that she would not last another day without someone's help. Several times that day she had thought about giving up, killing herself, or going home. But every time she pushed the thought away, remembering how Sabbath had looked when she had thrown him telekinetically against the wall. His limp body on the driveway. And with that thought in her head, she pushed on.

Around the corner she saw headlights, and as they turned the bend they hurt her already tender eyes. They had been dilated before, her eyes looked completely black. As they were forced into the light they wavered; dilating and undulating. As the car rapidly came toward her, she quickly said a prayer to however was listening.

The car did not hit her, but it came pretty close. It seemed at the last moment the car came to a stop, just inches from where she lay. The right door popped open, and a man walked out. The girl in the street wondered if maybe she had made a mistake. Her Aunt Hilda had been murdered; rape by hitchhiking to Colorado. But as the girl looked up into the man's face, she knew that he would do nothing to her. His eyes were compassionate and worried. He picked her up in his arm, carrying her to like a baby to the car where he opened the left door, and put her in.

"Are you okay?" He sounded genuinely worried. She nodded. In her head she heard snatches of his thought, and she tried to pull away, she did not want to know what he was thinking. That was invasion of private property. What if I hadn't found her...all alone...lucky...thought I'd lost her...

Her closed the door gently, and walked around the car, getting smoothly into the drivers seat.

"Where are you going?"

"Anywhere", she whispered.

"What's your name?" the guy asked starting the car.

"Lauren", she murmured