My face turned pale and had the expression of pure horror. He saw that and tried to pull me in what seemed like a hug. But I wouldn't let him I pushed and shoved and was about to scream when he covered my mouth.

"look I'm sorry I scared you" he said moving his hand to push my hair out of my face and even though I should be screaming I suddenly felt safe as his hand found its way to my neck and he stared at me then dipped his head In and pressed light kisses on my collar bone exposed from my low cut sweater. I craned my neck as he led his kisses up to my ear. "We really do have to get out of here though" he whispered. Then he pulled away and put his hand out "so you coming or not?"

I bit at my lip contemplating my head was yelling at me and asking why the HELL I was still standing here and some other part of me the part I had pushed away so long ago was back. It was my heart and for some darn reason it wanted me to go with this guy. This guy whose name I don't even know. He waited patiently as I fought this war in my head. My heart won. I went to grab onto his hand but instead he wrapped his arm around me.

"Glad your coming" he said as we quickly walked down the street and over to the next road 'safe harbor? Well wasn't that a great ironic name for the street he lives on' I thought smiling to myself. About four houses down the road on the right was a beautiful house that could easily hold a 'big' family. We stopped in front of it "well home sweet home" he sounded like he himself had not been here in a while. "Let's go inside its starting to get cold" we walked up to the front door and he pulled out a key unlocking the door and ushering me inside before himself.

The inside held up to my accusation of the outside beautiful and big. I slowly took off my jacket and looked around. I felt a hand on my shoulder and he took my coat from my hand walking over and hanging it in the closet next the front door. Then walked back over to me and grabbed my hand.

"Come on you must be tiered" he said leading me up the stairs. The hallway at the top of them took my breath away there so many doors, paintings were every where and vases on small elegant wooden tables it was like walking around a museum display. "There not mine my friend lives here he likes antiques." He said knowing were my gaze was. I ran my finger across one of the vases very softly afraid that if I pressed any harder it would shatter.

"It's all very beautiful." I said still amazed I had taken a course on art history just for the fun of it in collage and from the looks of it these were some pretty big artist's paintings and they didn't seem to be copies.

"well If I knew you were going to like them so much I would said they were mine" he said laughing then grabbing my hand again "lets go you can gape at paintings after you sleep." I smiled as he pulled me down the hallway.

"You never told me your name" I stated "actually you never told me anything like how you know me? And what happened in the park? And why I'm here instead of home?" I almost laughed at how much I didn't know and yet how much faith I was putting in to this stranger.

"Caleb" he said simply enough "my name is Caleb and Ill explain everything else once you get some sleep." He finally stopped at a door and pushed it open. The room held up to the standard that the rest of the house had placed. A bed with red satin sheets and a white comforter a canopy of sheer hung from the ceiling over the bed the furniture along with the frame of the bed were dark stained wood that appeared at first glance to be black but it had a touch of red in it. I gasped just seeing it all. I heard him let out a laugh as he lightly pushed me into room and closed the door behind us. "We are going to have to share this room for now till we get one of the other rooms ready for you to sleep in."

I didn't even register what he had said I ran and jumped at the bed it just looked so inviting. I heard him let out a stream of laughter. But I didn't care I crawled under the thick comforter and was automatically engulfed in the warmness of it and the sheets felt so smooth on my arms the pillows were so soft my head sank right in. I had found heaven in a bed and that was fine by me. My eyes were already closed as he climbed in next to me then I quickly fell asleep.

Morning came far to fast for my liking and I didn't want open my eyes. So I just laid there still enjoying the comfort I had found in this great bed. But when I spread out I noticed that Caleb wasn't there. I opened one eye to confirm this and yeah he was gone. 'Gosh I really could go for a cup of coffee' I heard the door start to open and I quickly closed my eye.

"Are you awake?" Caleb asked crawling up on to the bed and brushing his fingers across my cheek. "Alison?" I kept my eyes closed. I felt his lips on my neck and they brushed up and down. I took in a quick breath and felt his smile against my skin. "I know you're awake." I opened my eyes slowly and looked up into his bright blue eyes. I smiled back at him. "Do you want anything?"

"I could really go for a cup of coffee right now." I said happy as could be which was completely insane seeing as I'm sleeping in a stranger's house, hell in a stranger's bed. He reached behind himself to the side table and came back with a cup of coffee

"I figured that you would want some coffee" he smiled "you always have a cup every morning."

"Ok so time for answers" I said sitting up sipping at the coffee it was just how I liked it "are you some sort of stocker or something?" I asked really hoping that the answer was a no.

"Nope, well at least I don't see myself as a stocker more of a protector." He said laying his head in my lap looking up at me. "I have been protecting you since I ran into you."

"When was that? I don't remember ever seeing you." I said trying to remember when It could have been.

"When you were about six I saw you playing at recess." He said reaching up and playing with a strand of my hair. "Well not exactly playing more watching all the other kids play but you get the basic idea of it so yeah."

"How old are you? Cause I mean you don't look much older than me." I said trying to figure out this puzzle I had gotten myself into.

"Well that comes to the second thing I need to explain to you" he looked around. His expression suggests that he didn't want to talk about this certain subject. "You see I'm about 200 years old, give or take a couple years." He whispered.

"Well that's interesting" I said looking at the wall in front of me then back down at him "and completely insane you look like your 25 at max."

"Yeah that's because I'm a vampire and we don't age past 25." He said quickly enough so that it took me a second to comprehend what he said but for some reason it didn't shock me the way it should have. I mean put together those fangs, him knowing me since I was six, and him being 200 years old, a vampire held with the description.

"Well that would certainly fit." I said looking down at him. His face looked shocked but after a couple seconds his smile came back. He sat up and leaned in closer to me.

"So your not going to run away screaming?" he asked looking me straight in the eyes. I shook my head and he leaned in kissing me right on the lips I felt his tongue lick go over my lips asking for entrance. I opened my mouth and felt his fangs on the tip of my tongue. He pulled away and looked at me like he was still waiting for the running and screaming. I smiled at him then pulled my hand up to his face brushing over his cheeks then his lips I pushed my finger past them and he stared at me I felt around his mouth for his fangs and rubbed them. I heard a moan slash growl come out of him. I pulled my finger out and stared at it for a little while he put his hand under my chin and lifted my face, leaned forward and kissed me deep and slow. We jumped when we heard a knock on the door. Caleb pulled away and just stared at the door till they knocked again. "Who is it?"

"Its Kevin man what are you doing? Do you got breakfast in there I can smell a hum-"Caleb was up and opening the door in a mere second.

"She is not food Kevin" he said making sure the door was only open enough for conversation but not for him to see me.

"Wow, calm down man I understand, ok? Ill just be down stairs, Finding my own food." he reported walking away. Caleb slowly closed the door and turned around to look at me. His face seemed almost as if he were in pain.

"Are you ok Caleb?" I asked starting to climb out of the bed to go over to him. He quickly noted what I was doing and walked across the room so he was in front of me.

"I'm fine" he said rubbing my arm "but you haven't asked the two most need to know questions." I looked at him and rummaged through my brain but I just couldn't think straight what is it that I needed to know.

"What were those?" I asked and he smiled amused with me, he seemed to find me quite funny but then again who wouldn't I'm the most forgetful clumsy person you'll ever find.

"Well one I could think of would be why I would be protecting you?" he stated taking the empty cup out of my hand and placing it onto the night stand. "And one more I think would worry you would be my diet."

"Yeah those would be good to know" I said "so you going to answer them?"

"The first one, no not yet cause I'm not the one that needs to tell you that. The second one yeah I guess I should" he paused rubbing his face then looking back at me "well blood of course just like you would expect any other vampire to drink" I pulled in a big breath and he stopped talking then went over to some little stool I hadn't noticed before in the corner of the room "so is the running and screaming going to happen after all?"

"No." I stated sitting back on the edge of the bed "I mean I assumed, but just hearing you say it kind of took me off guard that's all"

"I'm not a monster though" he said then paused it seemed as if he was talking more to himself than to me. "I try really hard to be good" he was looking at the ground now I was sure he was trying to justify something more to himself. "Cause I mean it takes a lot to drink from a bag like I do, to resist fresh blood." He looked back at me and his eyes weren't the blue they had been this morning they were a dark grey. "And everyone slips" he went to stand up then he stopped closed his eyes and shook his head like he was trying to shake off something "No! I can't slip" he said fixing his prior statement. Then looking at me, and just like that I watched his eyes slowly brighten back to there blue form. My mouth hung open and I stared back trying to make sense of the argument he had just had with him self obviously missing some key detail. "I cant slip with you around" it seemed to finally dawn on him that I had saw his whole little thing and he stood up. "I am so sorry I lose it every" he thought for a moment "no I don't lose it I just argue with my other side every now and then but I wont hurt you I promise.

I looked at him right back and smiled then laughed to my self "Bipolar much?" I said while laughing. I wasn't even sure if he had understood me as I lay back in the bed burying my face trying to control the giggles flowing from my mouth. I looked up at him with one eye and he stared at me like I was crazy then his mouth turned into a smile and he came over to lay right next to me.

"Yeah I guess you could say that. He said pulling me into his arms.