(A\N: yep, another one. i promise the chapters should be getting longer the deeper we get into this story. Read and Review!)

Rohna knew the instant she managed to open her eyes that she probably wasn't ever going to see her family again. There was no way that the man standing next to her, head tilted slightly as he watched her, was human. Never had she seen red eyes on anybody, and his were a brilliant crimson that seemed to sparkle as he stared. Rohna met his gaze head on, even as the oddity of her situation started to sink in. She felt strangely calm while her brain raced, her heart seeming to be in beat with something only it could sense.

Shoving the thought as far back into her head as she could, Rohna looked around the room, taking in the bare-beams and stucco walls. The room was lit solely by the moonlight, and when her eyes landed on the male form standing next to her, an urge to gasp built up and she tore her eyes away. Each dip and curve of muscle was highlighted, the long, lean torso exposed by the slightly too short red leather jacket and Rohna fought the urge to drool. She'd always had a weakness for men who looked as if though they could easily toss her over their shoulders.

A loud crashing sound had her jumping in fright, jerking her head up to glare at the man when he chuckled under his breath.

"Someone probably dropped a plate." The man offered the information, and Rohna nodded in thanks.

He probably had a big family and everyone was getting ready for dinner. It made sense, and Rohna filed the information away. Moving to sit up, she hesitated when the man reached behind her, only relaxing when she realized he was simply moving the pillow for her.

"Can I have my hand back?" the man asked suddenly and Rohna's eyes shot to him from where she'd been staring at the man's reflection in the window.

Eyes flying to where he pointed, Rohna realized that her left hand had a firm grip on his wrist, and with a small 'eep' in the back of her throat, she yanked her hand away. Holding her left hand in her right, she cradled it as the left-over heat from the man's hand lingered. From the corner of her eye, she saw the man clench his hand into a fist, then stretch the fingers out, and Rohna bowed her head down so he couldn't see the flush on her face. Ignoring the soft breath of laughter from the man, Rohna squeezed her eyes shut, trying to forget how warm his skin had been, and how it seemed to seep into her very bones, traveling through her body until she practically felt enveloped by him.

A loud gurgle split the silence, and Rohna flushed again as she squeezed her arms around her middle.

"You good to walk?" the man asked suddenly and Rohna looked up through her bangs to see a hand being offered to her. Glancing up at the man, ignoring the way the corner of his mouth was brought up in a smirk, she searched his face for any clue as to what he was thinking. When he simply stood there with his hand being offered, ironic since he just got the other free, Rohna slowly slid her hand into his, mind distantly registering surprise when his hand dwarfed his.

Sliding her legs off the bed, she tentatively stood up, and let out a sigh of relief when her legs didn't give out from under her. Using the man's hand to steady herself as she took a few shaky first steps, she didn't let go as he led her out of the bedroom and into the hallway, down the stairs until they came to a stop in a doorway. Rohna, watching her feet as she walked, didn't realize that her guide has stopped, and ended up crashing into his back, almost falling backwards if it hadn't been for the hand connected to yours.

"Clumsy." The man snickered, glancing at her over his shoulder, letting go of her hand and shoving his into his pockets. Rohna settled for scrunching her nose at him in reply before she caught sight of what was in front of the tall man.

It looked like a old-fashioned tavern, with men sitting around wooden tables on wooden stools, drinking pitcher after pitcher. A silver haired woman was running around in an insanely short skirt, tray in hand as she took orders and delivered drinks. Another person, their hair a short pink that Rohna instantly envied, was weaving in and out of the throngs with a bored expression. Putting a hand on the man's broad shoulder to keep her balance as she went on tiptoe, Rohna scanned the bar area to see what kind of person they had as a server. She took a step back when she saw a short blonde man, whose appearance rang a distant bell.

Before she could follow the echo down a rabbit trail, the man who had saved her turned his shoulders around and bending down to put his face in front of hers, a sly smirk curving his lips. Drawn to the dimple that peeked out on his cheek and the long scar that decorated the side of his neck, Rohna's eyes widened when she caught sight of his canine tooth. It was longer and sharper than a normal canine, and it gave the man a dangerous edge she hadn't noticed before.

"Let's get you some grub." He offered, nodding in the direction of a hallway that lead behind the bar, where she assumed the kitchen would be. She stayed quiet, and nodded even as her stomach gave another complaint.

Apparently the can of soup she ate before going to bed hadn't been enough. Used to eating small meals, she had skipped breakfast that morning though, and her body had worked through her dinner overnight. She had turned her alarm clock off in her sleep and had woken up late, ten minutes before her first class of the day was supposed to start. She'd barely had time to get her books together before she had to run to catch the next train.

Now, the promise of a meal had her stomach rumbling and when Rohna caught the tall man in red snickering at the noises that were coming from her midsection, she looked away and turned her nose up.

"Follow me, sweet cheeks." The man chuckled and turned away, leaving Rohna standing still, an eyebrow raised at the nickname. "Come on." He called, not looking back even as he beckoned her with his hand.

Shaking her head at the odd man who seemed so familiar, she started to walk, catching up as she stretched her legs to almost match his pace. Rohna knew she should be panicking about waking up in a reality that only existed on screen and paper, and that she should be trying to find a way home. Instead of doing anything that resembled an attempt to get home, she was following a strange man who had lifted her up as though she weighed nothing more than a feather. Said stranger was promising food and had yet to do anything threatening towards her.

Sure, there was an air around him that set her on edge, but something told her that he wouldn't do anything to her. Rohna figured it was that odd sense of familiarity that let her feel at ease with the white-haired man. The fact that she was having a hard time keeping her eyes off him was definitely something that contributed to her desire to be around him.