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An- This chapter is dedicated to all those that have waited so long for an updates – I'm so sorry and I hope its worth it =]

This was originally one humongous chapter but I decided to split it so you guys are gona get 2 instead

I've almost finished the second one – and I'm going to edit it a bit so it should be up in a few days

After that long delay, let me finally say…

Onwards with the fic =]

Recap…

And all my instincts told me to run. Run. Sprint for my life. Get as far way from him as possible because some unbeknown part of me that was pure, long forgotten instinct, something that was built into my DNA told me that if I stayed I'd die.

Fight or Flight...

I stood utterly frozen, mesmerized. The dull throbbing in my head was back, but it was easy to ignore as I tried to decide what the hell to do. A million thoughts ran through my head, I knew my desire to escape was totally irrational, after all the guy hadn't even done anything.

His angelic beauty made thinking about leaving an almost painful, though even that didn't do much to deter my sudden urge to flee the country, on the contrary it just made it clearer that I should go, why I was so drawn to a complete stranger was quite frightening.

I tried to figure out what had me so freaked out. I wasn't a paranoid person, not at all so this whole 'run for your life' complex had me a bit frazzled, but I couldn't think of what it was, it was just one of those pure gut wrenching feelings.

I always trusted my instincts. I'd decided.

My eyes darted back to him once more; he lifted his chin a smooth smirk adorning his lips as he looked at me with a distinct predatory glint in his eye – like a lion about to pounce on a gazelle.

It was as if he knew I was about to make a break for it.

I gulped. And I ran.

I could have sworn i heard that distinctly smooth chuckle once more before I was surrounded by a curtain of rain. It chilled me to the bone instantly soaking through my thick hooded jacket and darkening my jeans. I slipped slightly on the slick uneven cobblestone pavement; the main street was completely deserted, the dark grey sky and rolls of thunder only increasing my sense of panic.

A shot of adrenaline filled me with a spurt of strength urging me onwards.

I hitched my bag further up my shoulder to stop it slipping, the world whipping past as I ran full pelt towards the centre of the square – back towards the fountain.

And I froze -.

Suddenly coming to a skidding halt my mind did a double-take trying to comprehend the totally unreasonably unjust sight before me–

I felt my shoulders slump as even through the rain I immediately recognised the slightly obscured shape before me.

Now come on, that's just not fair.

There was no mistaking the dark attire, astoundingly pale skin and phenomenal beauty. It could only be one person.

The guy was there.

He hadn't been wearing a cloak before, although I vaguely remembered something having been draped across his arms but he wore it now. He had the hood down and eyes closed. His head tilted back towards the sky, the rain bouncing off his perfect face continuing its downpour. He sat on the edge of the fountain precisely where I had been only an hour before, with his legs gangling over the side swinging back and forth, almost childlike. He looked oddly serene sitting there like an angel, the picture of innocence. The image was shattered instantly however as his face spun in my direction and a pair of excruciatingly familiar burgundy eyes locked with mine for the second time that day.

In one graceful movement he leapt up, now standing but a few metres away. He smiled sardonically, watching as I gazed at him with wide eyes, gasping slightly trying to catch my breath. He didn't seem bothered at all by the fact that I just ran away for no apparent reason. He just continued to stare at me, somewhat critically like he was sizing me up. He wasn't at all bothered by my blatant ogling either. Quite the opposite actually, he looked relaxed, if not relatively… amused.

He stood silently watching my various reactions unfold as i broke out of my trance like state and that gut wrenching feeling was back in full swing.

I struggled to cope with the sickening mix of panic and fear that filled me with painfull butterfilies. I tried to remember the few self defense classes my mum had dragged me t; running the basic evasive maneuvers through my mind but the dull throbbing in my head gradually became more pronounced the last effects of the painkillers taken a few hours ago ebbed away.

My head swam slightly and I was vaguely aware of a growing numbness in my arms and legs. Damn I was cold.

Giving up on the thought of trying to 'take him down' - Yeh like that's possible, the scornful voice of my subconscious remarked coolly.

He had got here impossibly fast.

The fact that while I was standing there; gasping, soaking and shivering as the freezing rain plummeting down, and he didn't even show the slightest hint of exertion - like he hadn't moved at all. This was all more than enough reason to believe that if i was to start a fight I certainly wouldn't be the one ending it.

Meanwhile he just stood there motionless, waiting….

There was something about the way he held himself, with his head held high and shoulders back… with that subtle arrogance that occurred when you were rarely challenged or used to getting your way or what you wanted…

The way he stood a little too still...

It wasn't right, it wasn't natural…

In a few brisk strides he bridged the gap between us. The predatory glint hadn't left his eyes, and I found myself subconsciously shrinking back.

My body and mind waged a war;

One half was admiring how exquisitely the raindrops glistened like tears as they fell over his thick dark lashes, the part that watched in submissive admiration as droplets trailed the side of his pale cheeks, followed his jaw and neckline and as they ran along his collar bone…

He stepped closer just in front of me and his scent filled the damp air, it was an intoxicating aroma that managed to be deliciously sweet yet still undoubtedly masculine and I couldn't help but lean forward slightly.

Meanwhile the little voice of my subconscious looked on in disgust, urging me to snap out of it. It valiantly tried to think of a way out of the situation, even when it seemed like I was long past recovery. The alarmed key ring drifted to mind, thinking that even if I couldn't see anyone they must all be around somewhere, probably just all indoors somewhere waiting for the rain to subside.

Moving even closer he now hovered right in front of me. He placed one hand on my waist jerking me forward. My hood fell back, having already been soaked through it made little difference. He brought his hand gently to the back of my neck- Already tense, the shock as his ice cold skin brushed my own made me jump. By now my fingers were extremely numb, they were freezing but even then they felt practically warm compared to his.

He leaned forward…

My heart rate began to accelerate, my ears grew hot and I could practically feel the heat radiating off my cheeks.

I managed to simultaneously tensed my knee and slowly reach into my pocket with my left hand. I ran my fingers along the edges of the accessory feeling for the ring you had to hook out to sound the alarm, looping my index finger through I prepared to pull finally deciding that If all else fails I'd just aim a kick to the balls and Run.

'I wouldn't do that if I was you.'

My breath hitched, his lips now millimeters from my neck, cool breath tickling my skin and sending a shiver down my spine.

I stood still, trembling slightly as I tried to think of what he was referring to exactly-

Trying to;

A – Sound the alarm and run for my life or

B – Incapacitate his ability to ever procreate – then run for my life.

I didn't have long to wait to find out. Slipping his hand from my waist to the hand with the key-ring, he entwined our fingers and slipped the key-ring seemingly effortlessly out of my vice like grip.

He then took a step back, looking at me with a smug smile as he tucked the key-ring into his cloak.

"Now, now. That really wouldn't have helped anyone." He tutted, smirking at me. I noticed he didn't speak with an accent.

"You are to come with me. I… work for some people that wish to speak with you and they're not to be kept waiting." Even under the heavy downpour, It was easy to make out his clear musical voice.

It was then that and a combination of my rapidly deteriorating health and the sudden realization that the irrevocably handsome man in front of me was probably quite utterly bonkers, rendered me momentarily speechless.

"I'm… sorry… I don't quite understand." I practically shouted over the rain.

"Look, i... I don't know you. I've got somewhere to be so if you don't mind I'd better get going."

I made to turn around and leave but felt something grab my arm.

Looking back I saw his previous semi-playful demeanor had evaporated, his tone was now as cold as his grasp and held an edge of warning.

"You seem to be under the illusion that you have a choice."

Cliffie! Thankfully you don't have to wait too long to see what happens next it won't be months this time I promise, the next chapter should be up by the end of the week =]