Dreams. Dreams are abstract and sometimes concrete. In my dreams, I can always figure out the meanings behind them. Only, this time, I couldn't. I didn't dream, but I floated instead in a black abyss. When I awoke, it was dark but I knew instantly where I was. My eyes adjusted to the darkness quickly, allowing me to see that I was in my bed, in my room. My brain hacked away at trying to remember how I ended up back in my bed. I had…left my house and I was walking alone…but then again, I don't think I was alone. No, someone was with me. Someone was…here? I suddenly lifted myself from my bed and scanned the room. Messy clothes, old books, scattered everywhere but nothing unusual. Well then. I laid back down and ended up seeing him standing over me. I almost screamed but he put his hand against my mouth to stop me. I struggled underneath the hand and noticed that I couldn't view him clearly again.

As I struggled, he forced me down and silenced me without a sweat. I felt myself losing my control and brought my left hand into his face, causing him to stumble backwards. I bounded upright and jumped off my bed, feet slamming into the wooden floor with a loud thud. I would have made it to the door if the man hadn't grabbed my whole body, making me slam into the wall. He pinned me there hard, and I gagged against his weight. There was no hope for me, I accepted. I wanted to give up and that's when he spoke. His voice was smooth as always but laced with…concern? I couldn't decipher it.

""Page, stop struggling. I won't hurt you. Please, control yourself."

I almost stopped living. This man knew my name, and he was trying to stop me from making such a ruckus. I was definitely stupid. I nodded slowly and he released me. The moment he did, I fell forward but his reflexes were sharp and he caught me before I met the floor. I coughed some unknown substance into the man's sleeve, feeling weaker than before. He simply carried me to my bed and brought up a chair to it. I cleared my face with my arm and tried to face the man with as much dignity that I could. He sat in the chair for a while, only staring but finally made another movement. His hands graced his black hood and he dropped it, revealing a man with pallor skin and remarkable brown eyes. They twinkled like two glowing orbs, entrancing me, holding me still. I took the time to notice his perfectly straight, short brown hair and completely blank expression on his grandiose, structured face. The man was handsome. There was no way of denying it. I felt insignificant to such a face…odd but true. The man continued to stare at me, and I could barely stand it. So I spoke.

"Hey, want to share what's going on here before I pass out again?"

The man smiled without showing teeth, more like a grin and it was cute. I know, but it was. He leaned in closer and I could smell a sweet, seductive scent from him.

"I could. Or I could let you sleep again and let you wake up for your sunrise session. You decide."

I looked into those mesmerizing eyes and wondered how he knew about my note. Before thinking too much, I answered bluntly.

"I want to know now. Screw sunrise, I wouldn't have been awake for it anyways."

He smiled bigger this time, still closed but awfully seductive. Although, I knew he probably didn't know the full affect his smile had on me. I hoped so anyways.

"Page," he began quietly, "I know quite a lot about you. You're an only child, eighteen, born August fourteenth, daughter to a mother and father…you love reading old, forgotten books, photography, even though you have no skill at it, your favorite composer is Felix Mendelssohn, and you have, until recently, been the normal teenager."

I tried to hide my surprise by coughing up empty air and faced him again with curiosity. This man…he would have to be stalking me to know this information, it was the only way. He looked calm, like he was having an everyday casual conversation, and frankly that annoyed me.

"How do you know any of that? Are you my stalker?"

The man shook his head.

"I am not, just an observer. Besides, if I were, surely you wouldn't mind." He winked. He actually winked at me. It was the first real emotion I could get from him. I could have died, but sadly I didn't and pretended like he didn't.

"I would mind. I don't like people knowing my business, especially people who ruin my life."

I added the last bit out of anger and focused on my point. This man had been the start of my downward spiral. He was the beginning and I was going to put a stop to it.

"Page, I didn't ruin your life, I only told you of what was to come."

"I don't care!" I yelled, "I'm losing my mind. I believed you without another thought and stopped caring about my life. Look where I'm at now."

The man bit his lip from the inside of his mouth. I saw the action and anger filled me again. He didn't care about this, how he ruined me and my life.

"STOP!" I cried, lifting my body from the bed. I faced him with a look of menace, telling him that if he touched me, I would throw a fit. I ended up looking him squarely in the eyes, allowing him to see my wrath. He didn't seem too bothered by it though…I was beginning to run out of ideas. I was stuck because I didn't know how to get rid of this guy or how to fix my broken life and…well he seemed unaffected by my distress. My brain fumbled around with these thoughts until he spoke again. It sounded poise and strong, no longer soothing.

"I have much to tell you and you're ready to hear it. In fact, you've all ready denied sunrise so I might as well just count you on our side…but that would be too easy."

Okay, that sounded odd. I had no idea what he was talking about and I didn't really want to know. Wait, I lied.

"I'm not on some lunatic's side, thank you very much. In fact, I'm on no one's side."

"Yes, that may be what you think but your thoughts are none of importance at the moment."

"I beg to differ," I laughed strangely. I guess this wasn't a laughing matter but it's not like it mattered, right? The man pulled his hood back on over his head, leaving me nothing to look at again. I was not a fan of the look and well…I told him.

"That's a pretty ridiculous look you're sporting, you know? If you want me on your side, you have to dress better than that." The comment was pretty lame, yeah I know, but he ignored it and stood from his chair, once again silently telling me that my thoughts didn't matter. Yeah, I believed him. I thought he was fed up with me and my attitude but it wouldn't be that easy to get rid of him. The man revealed a pale hand and extended it towards me, trying to take my own hand. I didn't want to take his, but…I did and I don't know why exactly. When I did, it was cool and soft, like a marble countertop. The feeling hit me hard and I tripped my way out of my bed, but of course, he caught me swiftly. Personally, if I was dealing with a klutz, I would have abandoned the mission but this guy had some patience and it was impressive. He led me to the window seal then faced me with his cloak sweeping behind him gracefully.

"Page, there is much you do not know. I can't tell you now but I want you to know that the choice you made tonight, not meeting sunrise, will affect you for the rest of your life. You are special in many ways; this means you can not live a normal life as you once did. You will no longer live with your family or in this house. Do you understand?"

Well then. I looked at the cloaked man carefully and studied him. A year ago he told me my life would be ending and that I would come to kill him. My life would be ending if I left with him, my home life anyways. Then again, it's not like there would be much to miss with having an abusive father…that last thought struck a cord in me. I had hit my own father; in return he hit me as well, his daughter. A warm tear slid from my right eye and I tried to turn my face so the cloaked man couldn't see it. Leaving would be easy, that much was simple. I wanted to leave.

"I understand, "I whispered, "I understand that you said I would always have a choice with you…I remember. Yet, I really don't. I might as well be dead to the world if I'm going to leave with a complete stranger."

The man turned his head to the side, as if questioning what I had said or in disbelief that I remembered clearly the last time we met.

"Hmmm…it seems as if you are ready to leave this place. You resent your family and friends. I have given you a choice and you made it. I'm not a stranger, enemy, or anything of that nature. I will never hurt you so long as you never hurt me."

"How can I believe you?" I asked doubtfully. I looked at his cloaked face and he looked away from me. I realized that I was still holding his hand and tried to let go. He kept a firm grip though and kept mine to his. He spoke again after, only…it was different.

"Believe me, Page, and I will never let you down."

That one sentence captured me entirely. I can't remember what happened next because my vision turned black and cold and I was once again falling down.