. Hey ya'll I hope you like this. I get part of this from Laurell K Hamilton Anit Blake series. Some of the names I am using are from her so don't be mad please. I would love for you to review after you are done reading. .

I was running. One of those runs where no matter how hard you run you really aren't getting anywhere. I was running through a thick dark forest. Once I had never seen before. I had no idea where I was. My heart was pounding so hard and my breath was coming out as ragged gasps and I tried my hardest to run. Something was chasing me. I didn't know what, but I knew it was there. The fear was there. It grew closer and closer as I tried to run. As I was running all of a sudden I started to hear a ringing.

I jerked awake when I realized it wasn't my dream that was ringing but my phone on my nightstand. It took me a moment to actually realize what it was. When I heard the shrill scream of the phone I turned and looked at it. Right next to the phone was my alarm clock and it only read three-thirty in the morning. My anger flared.

"Who in the hell is calling me this early."

So I reached over, not very happily mind you, and grabbed the phone. I waited for a second and then took a calming breath, trying not be mad.

"Hello?"

"Is this Laina?"

I stopped for a moment to think. That was my name but I had no idea who this was. It scraped through my mind trying to figure out if I knew who this was. Well to no luck, I had no idea.

"Depends on who wants to know. Do I know you?"

"No you do not. I know of you and I need your help."

It was a guy and he had a smooth voice. I wasn't one to swoon over guys but is voice was soft. It was soft, like silk. That was the only thing I could think of, and I really didn't like it.

"What do you need me for and how do you know of me?"

I didn't mean to but the anger slipped from my lips. I had tried to press it down but I don't like weird phone calls in the early morning. That was just one thing I didn't take too kindly. I very much valued my sleep.

The guy on the other line was quiet for a moment. Usually you can just 'feel' the other person on the phone. It wasn't like that with him. I had to look at my phone screen to just make sure that it was still connected. Right when I put the phone back to my ear he spoke again.

"I can not talk about it here and now. You need to meet me at the café that sits in front of the park. Please I will explain it all there. Meet me at eleven in the evening."

Before I could think of something to say back he had hung up. It took me a moment to realize he had but then I hung it up as well.

My mind was so confused. I had no idea who he was or what he wanted. I wasn't anyone special or so I thought. I mean I don't do anything worth being noticed. I work at a bookstore for Christ sales.

Looking at the clock again it said three thirty-eight. There was no was I was going to be able to get to sleep after that one. The dream was part of the reason but that phone call and that guy. I sat in bed, the covers spilling to my waist. I was wearing an oversized tee shirt that I had bought. It was my favorite thing to wear to bed. I just couldn't stop thinking about that voice of his. There was just something … wrong with it. Not wrong in regular terms but wrong in that I have never heard it before. There was something … old about it. There was a slight hint of seduction to it.

Shaking my head I groaned and got out of bed. I might as well be up. So I walked over to the shower, stripping on my way there just dropping my clothes on the floor. I will pick them up on my way back.

I walked into my bathroom and shut the door. It took me maybe two seconds to get in. Steam rose and filled the bathroom and fogged the mirrors. I loved hot water, making my skin turn red.

Once washed and cleaned I grabbed a towel that hung on the hook next to the shower and wrapped it around me. When I walked over to the sink and started to blow-dried my hair. Usually I just let it dry naturally but today I just didn't feel like it. My hair was a little past my shoulders. It was light brown with black color on the underside. It wasn't my idea it was my best friends idea. She had it done but hers was pink below blonde hair. I hate pink but it looks good on her.

Before I left the bathroom I brushed my teeth. I always brushed my teeth right after a shower. I don't know why but I always have. As I brushed my hair I looked at my unusual eye color. It was a deep turquoise. Everyone who saw them loved them. I honestly don't know how I got them. None of my parents had them.

I say that in past tense because both of them are dead. A crazy guy killed my mother and my father got into a DUI. He drank almost non-stop after she died, he was never the same. I felt worse about my mother dying not so much for my dad. Not exactly sympathetic but he basically killed himself and we really weren't all that close so I shed no tears for him.

Once done I put my stuff away and walked back to my room, kicking my clothes into the room with my foot, I was too lazy to bend down and pick them up so I settled for kicking them instead.

I dropped my towel into the dirty laundry. I wasn't shy in my apartment by myself but ask me to do this in front of a person and there was no way I could. Me, insecure, you betcha.

I grabbed a black bra, black boy short underwear, dark worn jeans and a navy polo. My boss doesn't really like me wearing such dark colors but he will have to get over it. I don't like bright clothes so I don't wear them. I had over five hours before Ihad to work so I would go out and get breakfast. Since I didn't like to cook I usually always went out. It worked for me.

Grabbing my keys I walked out the front door and locked it behind me. I didn't just trust people around here. I am on the third floor with an old couple who live right next to me. I ran down the stairs and walked to my jeep. All thoughts about the dream and phone call left me as I walked in the night towards my jeep. I was just to tired to think right now, all I wanted was food and coffee, lifes two greatest things for me at this moment.