Nora POV

I woke up to creepy, pitch black darkness. Eerie wind blew in the distance. I tried to lift my hands and feet, but they were tied to a cold metal chair. My muscles gave way. Whatever that girl had given me weakened me. My muscles had a heavy ache to them which made it impossible to move. I closed my eyes and focused on Patch.

Patch? A pause. Nothing.

I suddenly became aware of a familiar clicking noise above me. It went over my head on to another direction. It stopped. An uncanny creak of a door; a dim light turned on above my head. I winched at the new light making my eyes burn. I blinked a couple times as my eyes adjusted. The clicking neared me. Closer… Closer.. Until it was right behind me. I could feel her cold glare on my neck that made my hair stand up.

"How cute, you turned to call for Patchy to help. Neat trick he taught you, but it won't help you. You're too far out of range." She walked around the chair and leaned down, meeting my eyes. Her cold, hard eyes made me feel as though she was looking into my soul. "I'm not stupid, so don't try anything."

"Who are you?"

"Me? Oh it's of no importance to a mere human." She made a disgusted noise. "You're so revolting. I don't know what Patch sees in you."

Human? She thinks I'm… "What do you want from me?"

Looking pleased, she pulls something out of her pocket. My cell phone. She flips it open and pushes a few buttons. "7 new missed calls; all from Jev. Gosh, he must be soo worried by now!"

I opened my mouth to say something, but she cut me off. "Why don't we give him a call?" She presses a button, then holds it to her ear.

Not a second later.

Patch's deep, sexy voice is unmistakable, "Angel, where ar—"

"Awww you have a pet name for her. How darlin'."

Whatever Patch said next was muffled. She smiled, obviously pleased with her work.

"Did I anger you Patchy-kins?" she didn't wait for a response. "See I don't care. You know what I want, and your girlfriend will pay if I don't get it."

A pause. I couldn't hear Patch's reply.

"Hold on, lemme get her for ya." She walks over to me and puts the phone in front of my face. Smiling she says, "Now talk to Patchy."

I stared at her, my face emotionless. Her smile faded and she rose an eyebrow.

"Well if that's how it's gonna be then.." She walks behind me. Her hand grazing my shoulder. Her manicured figure nails travel down my arm and stop at my wrist. She wraps her hand around my wrist. My eyes widen in realization. Her grip tightens. Pain shoots up my arm. I bite my lip to suppress a scream.

"Hm.. You're stronger than I thought." Her grip tightens again. This time there's a loud CRACK! That Patch probably heard over the phone, which I'm pretty sure were my bones disintegrating to dust. I let out a harsh scream. Tears welled up in my eyes.

Pleased, she raises the phone to her ear. "There. She's doing great." I sat there, numb, staring at the floor. My wrist throbbing painfully. A long pause. I looked up at my kidnapper. Her face paled, jaw dropped. Whatever Patch was saying, which probably isn't pretty, even scared her. She shook her head and regained her composure.

"Ha! You're desperate Patch, admit it. You were a great angel of high rankings and you gave it all for a human!" She spat my name like a vulgar word that left a bitter taste in her mouth. Wait. She knew Patch when he was an angel. She has to be an Angel to, fallen or not, she's strong. "Anyways, this is how it's going to go. We're going to meet. Once I have what I want and leave untouched. I will come back to release your human, but only on my terms. If you follow me, I will kill her."

A pause. Patch must have agreed, but Patch follows his own set of rules; she may think he's playing her game, but really he's playing hers. She flicked my phone closed.

"And if he tries to trace the call…" she takes my phone and crushes it with one hand; she drops it and it hits the floor. "Oops.." She walks in front of me and grabs my jaw tightly with her hand. "And just so you don't try anything stupid.." She pulled a needle from a table next to me. I tried to pull at the tape, but my muscles already felt heavy and exhausted.

"No.. Stop.." I mumbled, my words slurring. She forcefully entered the needle into my skin; I let out a yelp at the pain. I squirmed trying to get free, but fatigue started to take over. My head fell back limply, my eyes barely open. I heard her put the needle on a metal tray, then walk up the wooden stairs then upstairs; her heels clicking with every step. Mumbled voices came from upstairs. Someone else was here..

I tried to fight the exhaustion, but eventually it won pulling me down into the darkness...

I awoke in a fog. Everything was clouded and fuzzy. I blinked my eyes a few times, trying to adjust to the darkness. Where was I? Patch? I tried to get up, but something kept me down. I then realized I was sitting in a chair, duct tape holding down my hands. I took a deep breath, then pulled at the tape. When I pulled with my right wrist, pain shot up my arm. I suppressed a yelp. This time I pulled only with my good hand. Ripping easily, I tore the remains off my wrists and ankles. I rubbed my know throbbing and swollen wrist as I tried to stand. I stumbled up, still groggy from my sleep. I looked around trying to find familiarities in my surroundings. Then, it started coming back. That girl. She took me. The fog in my mind cleared and everything came back. Waking up in the chair, my wrist, her phone call with Patch.

I stealthily made my way up the stairs, holding my bad wrist. When I got to the top, I pushed the door open with my good hand. To the left was a small living room. An old-fashion couch sat looking away from me with a small, bulky TV perched on a old, oak TV stand. Just the left of the living room, a door. Waiting a second to make sure the coast was clear, I quietly walked through the door.

"What are you doing?"

I jumped at the sound of a deep voice. I quickly turned. A tall, tan guy with light brown hair stood behind me. My first reflex is to kick him. He flew back and hit the counter.

"Why you.."

I took off for the front door, but he grabbed me from behind. I struggle from his grasp, but he wrapped his arms around my upper shoulders. I kicked and thrashed, trying to break free.

"Geez! Calm down, ya little—"

I kick him in the nuts. He drops me with an OOF! on the wood floor. My bad wrist catches me, I let out a yelp. I grab my wrist with my good hand, trying to ease the throbbing pain. I look up to see his murderous gaze.

"You little bitch." He pulls out a switch blade. "You're gonna pay for that."

I scrabble up, but he grabs my arm and holds the blade to my cheek. He pushes it into my cheek and down to my jaw, so a slow trickle of blood goes down my face. I let out a gasp. He has my bad wrist in his hand. Squeezing it. I let out a high pitched scream. He lifts the blade to my lips, silencing me.

"Shut. Up."

I pushed myself into his mind. His grip loosens. He's frozen long enough for me to grab the nearest object, a poker for a fireplace, and stab him in his back, which I was hoping it was about where his wing scars should be. It must have been because he fell completely limp to the ground. I took a second to catch my breath, and then grabbed the blade from his hand. I pat down his pockets. Yes! Keys! I pull out a set of car keys and run out the front door. The sun blinds me as I walk out. I cover my eyes, and look around. The sun was setting over the never ending rows of trees that camouflaged the house. I dug my toes into the gravel driveway and headed for the old, rusty red station wagon. It was the only car; I dug the keys into the ignition, the engine purred to life.

"Yes!" Now time to get outta here…