*Back, sorry I take forever to write chapters! Well here we go... Back to Alina and Oliver*

"All you know?" Alina said quietly and confused.

"Yes, ever since I was a child, I was taught by my younger, much better brother, that murder is how you get what you want in life. You kill the owner of a store to get his money. A chef to eat his food. A man to take his house or wife. It's all I know." Oliver began to tear up but wouldn't let the girl see him cry. He didn't want her sympathy. He wanted much more than that.

"I see, well I can help you, just talk your feelings out." She listening intently.

"Kid"

"ALINA!"

"Whatever, shouldn't you be running away, as you can see, I'm in no mood to talk."

"But if you do talk I can help you," She said staring sweetly into his eyes.

He looked away quickly, "no you can't."

"Yes I can!"

He became frustrated, "No you can't now leave me alone"

"But I can!" He had enough. He grabbed her by the throat almost choking her and pinned her to the ground. His eyes burned with anger. He didn't want tot hurt this girl. For some reason she was special. He didn't know why.

He let her go but was still on top of her. "Now you see... You see I can't change... Run away and don't find me again... I can only hurt you."

She slowly stood up terrified. She never took her eyes off the British man. He was now panting, curled up in a ball against a tree. He was mumbling under his breath "You always hurt me" over and over. She wanted to comfort him. She wanted to help him... But she wasn't sure she had the strength to. She slowly turned and began to run away, just like he told her to.

However soon, she was lost again, trying to find her way home.

And once again, the evil followed her. This man was now intrigued by the girl. She was so brave, yet so shy. So strong, yet so broken. So beautiful, yet so hurt. He had to find out more about his new obsession. He followed her every move, almost getting caught a couple of times. But there was one time he couldn't hide. He was walking behind her when a twig snapped. Before he could run behind a tree, Alina grabbed his arm.

"Oliver, old buddy! Why are you following me?" Alina said smirking. Oliver tried to run but she had a good grip on him. "Well..."

"I just... I was... I didn't..." He wasn't sure what to say. "I didn't get a chance to apologize to you..." He said, sighing and looking ashamed.

She smiled, "Ok, I'm listening" Before he could say anything, they heard two male voices.

"Matt, where could she be right now!?"

"I'm not sure Vinny, I'm getting worried."

"Shit!" Alina sighed.

"What!?" Oliver asked worried. He had never heard her cuss before.

"Chill, it's just my annoying older brothers. I really don't want to go home!" The girl whined.

"Well.." Oliver blushed. "You could stay at my house down the road," He sighed knowing her answer would probably be...

"Sure!" Alina said walking away from the house. Oliver looked surprised. Any girl in her right mind would say no. But then he remembered how insane this girl was.

"Ok, it's d-down here..." He lead her down a stone path... To his underground home where he had lived since he was merely a boy.

He removed a large stone slab from the ground and jumped into the hole. Alina was startled.

"Oliver!?"

"Yes!" He said popping back up with a smug look on his face. She gave him the evil eye but started to laugh. "Give me your hand."

She did as he said and was pulled on top of him in a tunnel. They blushed as they saw their position.

"Oh um sorry." Alina said getting off him.

"No its fine," Oliver said shyly. The crawled through the tunnel. They finally came to a small apartment. "Welcome to my home!"

"Wow, did you build this place?" Alina asked amazed.

"From the ground down," He said trying to make a joke.

Alina just rolled her eyes. "So can I have a tour?"

"Sure!" Oliver took her to each of the rooms in the order they came along.

1. The living room

2. The kitchen... "My favorite!" Oliver said.

3. The memory closet... "What's in there?" Alina asked.

Oliver just sighed, "Nothing important."

4. The library

and 5. the final room, the bedroom... "You'll stay in here," Oliver told her.

"And were will you sleep?"

"On the couch..." Oliver said. Alina felt bad but didn't want to argue it. She soon remembered her brothers.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK! DO YOU HAVE A PHONE I CAN USE?!" Alina said quickly.

"Yeah here..." She took his cell phone and dialed her brother Vincent's number. Oliver could only hear part of the conversation.

"H-hey Vince... STOP YELLING I'M FINE!... Staying with a friend... I'm not that far... I'll be home tomorrow... No it's a guy... STOP WORRYING... I'm hanging up you fucking jerk bye!" She hung up the phone and threw it on the bed, then threw herself with it.

Oliver sat next to her on the bed and patted her head. "W-what's wrong?" He asked never being a good advice giver.

"I HATE THAT HOUSE!" And Alina talked all night to him crying on his shoulder. And he listened to every word until she finally fell asleep... cuddling him.

And soon he fell asleep with her...

*Well I hope you enjoyed this chapter. They're so cute together Cx Alrighty leave reviews, bye bye*