Hello, hello, hello. As some could figure out by the similarities in titles, Where is He is the sequel to Who is She. This, by the way stands at 142 reviews. My hopes are for the sequel to earn more reviews but sadly I don't think that's going to happen. I used to be able to make a post and with in 2 hours have 7 reviews already. I've noticed many friends of mine not coming on as much what with school and all, and the fact I've been away awhile doesn't help either. So it is my hope that this story pulls people out of their shells once more. So with that let the story begin and unfold, and let the reviews fly.

This story like the first is written in first person.

Where is He

Chapter 1

Aaron...Aaron, please wake up...

"Ca... I... if I don't say it you'll go away, this isn't real..."

You don't honestly believe that do you?

"Yes, I do!"

Aaron, open your eyes and see that you're lying to yourself.

"No. I can't."

Yes, you can. Look at me.

Lips... warm, loving, soft lips touched my neck. Sharp fangs called me forth from my slumber and caused me to make my eyes shoot up.

My eyes focused on the darkness around me, nothing looked familiar. The texture of the cloth around my body told me two things, 1) these were not the cloths I went to sleep in, and 2) someone was very close to me. So close in fact their arms held my waist tightly to a well shaped and powerful chest. On instinct I began to resist, placing my arms on this man's chest and shoulders trying to push away, my neck jerking itself constantly trying to get away from the mouth still kissing it, even my legs trying as well to break free.

Don't...

As one could say... for every act there is an opposite and equal reaction, and in my case it was the sudden tightening of arms around my waist and the sudden feeling that I was really sitting on this man's lap which made escaping harder. So I tried the next best thing. I pulled and the head on my neck

"Let me go! Bastard! Take your filthy hands off of me, now!"

With a raise of my claws I slashed at the creature refusing to release me. The next thing I knew an extremely threatening snarl was made, and I was released and fell back on the cold floor. I laid there surprised I didn't hit my head on something and pass out. I sat up slowly cringing at the pain although it wasn't much.

Blood...

Was the first thing I saw when I sat up, I pulled my hand up that I used to slash. More blood covered my finger tips. I fell into a state of shock, but was pulled out when I heard the figure get out of his seat and stand right in front of me. Hesitantly I followed the shadows direction and soon was met starring at his knees. My eyes followed more upwards and my gaze was caught on the chest I was held to earlier covered in blood. I found the wound at the base of his neck along his shoulder.

Now I was starting to freak out when I saw the gold hair. 'Could it be? No!' but it was, I looked him square in the face and found that it was indeed Cain I had just wounded.

"Oh no, you aren't real. You can't be... I'm dreaming, this is a dream... please don't let this be real... I just got over my depression... thi-this can't be happening..." I couldn't stop it. All the thoughts, I had just begun to heal after my last encounter with Cain. My broken heart and soul was beginning to mend. Why did he have to show up now? Besides now he was probably going to throw me into a wall for what I did just now not to mention revenge for last time too.

Child...Was there any reason for that? That's not a very good to treat your own...father...

"Shut the hell up!" I mustered up what little power and anger I had, "Go pick on someone who cares, Father, you're no father. If you were a real father you wouldn't have your head up your ass for the warmth!"

The next thing I knew was that he just vanished suddenly. I looked around but there was no sign of him. I stood up quickly and went for the door as fast as I could went

Okay, I was going to post this when it reached the finished marker in my head but I've to distracted so I decided to give you all a taste of what my mind is cooking up.