Finallly a new chapter! :D

He started walking further down the alley in the direction that I was headed in the first place. After a couple minutes of walking, I zoned out. I started reveling in the silence in my mind. It was something so new it was great. Well, despite the pain I had to go through to get the silence.

"Jesus!" the guy screamed, grabbing my arm and pulling me out from the road just in time as a car zoomed by, "Can you be just a little more careful please?"

"I'm sorry."

Don't ask me why I was apologizing to this guy. This guy! I didn't even know his name.

"What's your name?" I asked as we crossed the street. Carefully this time.

He looked at me for a second then quickly looked away, "Edward."

That's it! That's all he said!

"Well," I said, feeling totally annoyed, "don't you want to know my name?"

"I already know it."

I stopped walking immediately. He stopped walking and looked back when he realized.

"I told you we'll talk about everything in the morning," he said, exasperated.

When I still didn't move any further, he reached back and grabbed my arm and gently jerked me forward.

"I would like to get home before it starts pouring down rain."

I looked up and saw what he was talking about. The sky was turning this nasty shade of grey.

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh," he said, chuckling.

After ten minutes of walking I got tired.

"Where are we going? Are we almost there?" I said impatiently.

"You'll see when we get there. Just be patient."

As we continued walking it started to rain. I whined in protest.

"Well if someone would walk faster we would be there by now."

I stopped in my place. "Well excuse me for not having longer legs. I'm trying you know? And considering the fact that your the one who wants me to come with you you shouldn't be so mean."

It started pouring down raining.

"Look, I'm sorry okay? Now can we please go?" he said as he reached back and grabbed my arm again.

I shook it off and started walking ahead of him.

"How will you know where you're going?"

"I guess I won't." I said, still walking.

He ran to catch up to me until we were walking side by side.

"Right here," he said when we got to one of the better looking apartment buildings.

I turned to open the door and we walked inside and got in the elevator. His room was right down the hall. Once we got inside, I finally realized just how soaked we actually were. He started taking off his jacket and shoes so I took the time to look around the room. Which is all I could see from where we were standing.

The room was all white except for one wall, which was blood red. Up against that wall was a white couch. In front of that was a glass coffee table with absolutely nothing on it and in the corner of the room was a rather large t.v. There was a straight hallway that looked like it led to the kitchen and a two doors which I assumed was a bedroom and a bathroom.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, walking to the kitchen.

"No." There was no way my stomach could handle anything right now. I had to be crazy to come here with him. I barely knew him! He could be a murderer for all I knew. I mean, he did say, 'last time it was a little boy.'

"Well come in here anyway," he called from the kitchen, "I'll get you something to drink."

That's when the rational fear finally kicked in. Who knows what I could find at the end of that hallway. But at this point, I really didn't care. Maybe the silence in my head was a sign that I was going to die anyway.

I walked down the hallway to find the cleanest kitchen I ever saw. There really wasn't a crumb anywhere. And like the living room, almost everything was white. He stood with his back to me, looking for something in the cabinet. It was the first time I looked at him, like reaaaallly looked at him.

He was really tall. Probably a foot taller than me. He had bronze colored hair, that was so unruly it looked like he just got out of bed. He turned to face me with two cups in his hand. It was the first time I noticed how gorgeous he was.

"I hope your okay with water 'cuz that's all I got. Well, I have beer but I don't think your old enough for that," he said with a smirk.

I snorted. He didn't look like he was old enough to drink either, "And how old are you?"

"Twenty-one," he said, pouring water into the cups. I would have never thought he was twenty-one.

"So?" I asked as he handed me some water.

He looked up at the ceiling, "Um.. where do I start," He looked directly at me, "Well, I was sent here to help train you."