This is my first fanfic. Only helpful criticism please ^-^ You can suggest a tittle if you want.

Modern collage setting, Rowan is 19, Aelin is 18.

I opened my eyes and saw nothing. Just inky blackness. I began to panic. Had I gone blind? I tried to rub my eyes but I couldn't. My hand were tied. I panicked some more trying to stand up but the ropes around my wrists were so tight, I couldn't move.

I herd a dark chuckle behind me, soon joined by a higher, female laugh. "Don't worry Aelin. Everything gonna be just fine." Said the female voice.

I shivered. What would they do to me? There was a rustling sound and a candle was lit. I blinked at the sudden light. Good. I hadn't gone blind. But what I saw was far worse than going blind.

There were my adopted parents, my 'father' holding an iron tipped whip. I looked down at myself. The body of my 12 year old self. I had no shirt on, and my chest was bare, revealing my half grown breasts. I was kneeling on a wooden platform, the wood stain red with... blood. My breaths quickened. What were they doing to me?

Suddenly, the whip collided with my bare back and I screamed. So much pain. I gritted my teeth and prepared for the next lashing. My father handed the whip to my mother and she laughed and swung the whip at me. I gritted my teeth and bit back a scream. I would not give them the pleasure of hearing it.

My mother handed the whip bach to my father and I panted and quickly prepared for the next lashing. He swung the whip. It collided with my back, under the other two wounds that were gushing blood. So much blood. I healed my breath, waiting for the next one, but it never came. I opened my eyes and saw my father rolling up the blood-stained whip.

"We're done for now. Carry her away and put her with the others," he said to his wife.

She smiled, pulling out some shackles. She cut the ropes binding my wrists and I slumped onto the floor. She hoisted my up by my arm and I whimpered as it shifted the torn skin on my back. She clamped the shackles onto my wrists and dragged me away.

I must have blacked out, because the next thing I knew, I was in a room, wearing a white nightgown, stained with blood. The shackles were still around my wrists. I opened my eyes and saw 3 faces staring at me. One was a girl, about 14 years old. There was also two boys, both looked to be no older than 10. I started, then yelped as the raw winds on my back shifted. The girl looked at me with concern in her eyes and opened her mouth and said...

Aelin POV

I woke up, drenched in sweat and panting in my dorm room. I glanced at the clock. 3:00am. I threw of the covers and stepped out of bed, pulling on the first T-shirt I found on the floor (probably the one I wore yesterday) over the sports bra and yoga pants I had worn to bed.

First thing to do is get water. I walked to the door, careful not to disturb my room mate and best friend Nehemia sleeping the bed next to mine.

I padded down the stairs of the dorm area into the large kitchen, grabbing a cup. I filled it up, gulped down the water and filled it up again, this time drinking it slower, drenching my parched throat.

Then I let my anger take over. That same dream again. This was the fourth night in a row. I stormed out of the dorm area, into the main campus building, not caring where I went. I re-braided my hair, getting rid of all the flyways that had come out of it.

The next thing I knew, I was in the combat room. I sighed and flipped on the lights, grunting as they hurt my eyes. I turned the brightness down to half way and walked over to the large punching bag. Roaring, I slammed my fist into it, splitting my knuckles in the process. I didn't care that the wound on my hand was gushing blood. I just stood there, listening to the chain vibrate from the force of my fist.

I sighed and leaned my forehead on the punching bag. As the vibration stopped, the only sound was my blood dripping on the floor. I took a deep breath. This would not get me anywhere. I had to calm down.

I walked to the knife rack in the corner and gathered up 20 small knives and one long knife. I walked over to the targets on the wall and started slicing 5 of them with the large knife, spelling out my name. A-E-L-I-N.

Stepping back, I chucked the large knife above the A. Then, I began throwing the smaller knives, filling in the letters of my name, each knife hitting exactly where I aimed it. I hit the end of the N and sighed.

Suddenly, I herd someone clapping behind me.

I turned around and behold... Rowan. He was leaning against the door frame, folding his arms over his chest, with a glint of delight in his pine green eyes. And was there also hunger? For me? I sighed and turned around, walking to the targets, and began pulling out the knives.

"Enjoy the show Whitethorn?" I said, pulling out the second knife.

"Very much so," he purred, walking over to me. "How did you do that so well? When did you learn."

"None of you business." I yanked on the last knife, the big one, and it didn't budge. After some wiggling, I yanked at it again. This time, it came out cleanly and I wiped it against my shirt. "What are you doing here Rowan?" I asked him, walking to the corner and putting away the knives, one by one.

"Well," he said, following me, "I was walking in the hallway and saw the light turn on. I came to see what was going on."

I put away the last small knife, wiped the big knife on my shirt, flipped it I'm my hand, and placed it on the knife rack. I leaned against the wall and crossed my arms over my chest. "What do you want?" I asked him.

"What do I want?" he said, tilting his head to the side. Suddenly, he had me pinned against the wall, one hand on either side of my head, his face so close to mine that if I so much as swayed, those lips would graze mine.

"I'll show you what I want Aelin," he purred. The sound made my toes curl.

Then, Rowan's lips were on mine. I gasped and he kissed me harder. I but back a moan as I kissed him back, my arms hanging limp at my sides, his still pinning me against the wall.

I brought up my hands and ran them through his hair, neither of us caring that my knuckles were still tricking blood and it was getting in his silver hair. He moaned and ran his tounge along my lower lip. I gladly opened for him.

His hands came down from their place against the wall and grazed my waist. Then, they went down to my hips, then my thighs. He hoisted me up, slamming me against the wall. I gasped and rapped my legs around his waist.

We continued like that for gods know how long, exploring each other so thoroughly that one would know the other if we were both blind and deaf. But then, he drew away. I whimpered and he chucked, darkly. He ran his teeth down my jaw, leaving a cold trail where they grazed my skin and I shivered at the feeling.

He ran them down my neck and stopped at the soft spot. I moaned as he licked it. He bit me, right where his tongue had just been and I gasped, arching into him. He laughed and bit me again, this time not as hard. Then, he ran his teeth up my neck, back up to my lips.

He kissed one side, than the other, taunting me, to see who would break first. I did, smashing my lips against his. Suddenly, he gasped and drew away, panting. I whimpered again.

"I have to go," he whispered to me. I sighed and uncoiled my legs from around his waist. He gently put me down and wrapped his hands around my wrists, pinning them over my head. He grazed his lips against mine, whispering "until next time." Then he was gone.

I stared after him, sinking down to the ground.

Rowan's POV

I finally did it. I can't believe it. And she kissed me back. My life is so amazing.

My phone vibrated I'm my pocket. I took it out and read the text.

Gavriel: I'm here. Where r u?

I texted him back.

Rowan: Coming

Sliding my phone back into my pocket, I jogged to the courtyard where Gavriel had told me to meet him about something important. I had no idea what it was.

This is my first fanfic. Sorry if its really bad. Anyway, yes? No? If its a yes, I'll add some chapters before too.