Anna had been sitting at her windowsill for hours, looking out the curtain at the busy city with its cars speeding down the street, light posts turning on once the evening got darker. Her mind had been racing all day long, needing to know Elsa. Not the Elsa she adored, who's kisses were sweeter than anything and who was one moment sweet and loving, the next passionate and violent. She needed to know the Elsa who's skin was bruised, who's lips were bleeding with the impact of a foreign hit. Elsa couldn't be both.

Anna's mind stopped as well as her heart the moment she saw a group of four men strolling through the parking lot. She knew immediately they were there for her. Damnit! How did Hans find her?! It didn't matter. Anna was quick, ripping clothes from her bag until she found a hoodie. She slipped it on, as well as the hood and glanced out the window again. They were still on the other side of the lot, but advancing quickly. Hissing, she knew she had to make a quick escape without leaving the door. Thankfully, there was a window on the other side of her bed, straight across from the door. She opened it quickly, and slipped through into the cool night air. She made sure to pull the curtains over from the outside to make it look like she didn't leave, and closed it behind her, running into the night quietly, her breath hard to find in the cold.

She ran for a few blocks, sure she had gotten away and slowed her pace. She was jogging now through dark side streets, her eyes darting everywhere making sure she wasn't followed or notice. It was a little eerie, she noted to herself. The shadows casted were all abstract of houses and trees and lone street lamps.

Finally, she slowed to a walk, turning down a particularly long street that met with a main street. Relieved there was some sort of direction now, she allowed her mind to quiver with fear and anticipation. What would Elsa do when she returned, and Anna was no where to be seen? Her apartment most likely destroyed-

Fuck!

Anna left everything. Including her money. What the hell was she supposed to do now...? Anna finally found herself at the intersection of the side road and main street, and looked cautiously down both sides.

She saw Elsa.

Running.

Bleeding, broken, limping.

Running the opposite direction of her, down the street, her back to Anna.

Anna screamed her name, though it apparently wasn't heard by the blond. Anna grit her teeth together, and left at a sprint after her, her feet kicking the ground almost painfully. She was catching up, slowly, not fast enough. Her breath was running out- no, she had to catch her.

Elsa stopped suddenly, and turned around slowly to see Anna darting after her. Something in Elsa's eyes terrified her like nothing, and she bit her lip but continued to run. Finally, she jumped into Elsa's arms, whose face nuzzled into her neck. Anna could feel tears, sweat, blood. She pushed Elsa away and forced her to look into her eyes.

"Elsa, you-"

"No. Don't say anything. I never promised you. Just... We need to get somewhere safe. To my..." My base. The words were strange in her head but that was irrelevant now. "My house."

Elsa scared her at this moment, and suddenly the blond saw the fear behind Anna's eyes. She backed away a second, and shook her head violently. "I'm sorry- but they... They were gonna kill you, damnit I thought they got you."

"What? Who, Elsa?" Anna was even more scared now. Was there a possibility those men were not Hans, and... Why would anyone Elsa know be after her though? Suddenly the intensity of their secret lives was far more complex then either girl knew.

"When we're safe, I'll tell you- Oh god, I'll tell you everything, I swear it."

Elsa quietly opened the door of her building, Anna basically attached to her hip. She slunk in quickly, and locked it behind her now, ensuring that no one would be harmed inside her home. There were only a few men occupying the main room, whom only glanced at Elsa before returning to their conversations.

The blond dragged Anna up the stairs to her office slash room, and shut the door behind them, slumping against the door, her forehead resting on it momentarily. "God..." She sighed, shaking her head again with frustration. How was she supposed to tell Anna that she ran the towns most notorious gang? That she hurt people for a living, played them? God, she hoped Anna would still like her. Love her, even, if it was escalating so easily.

"I..." Elsa felt her voice catch in her throat, as she turned around to face Anna. She was sitting expectantly on Elsa's bed. Taking off her jacket, she traced her fingers over her chest.

Anna counted them, the bruises.

One.

The man who had caught Elsa by the throat, causing her to fall backwards.

Elsa took off the slim V neck, only in her bra now. There were the old bruises, worse then the other night, and two new ones.

Two.

The kick to her tummy from the large man.

Three.

The knee to the ribcage.

Elsa turned around for a moment, revealing a small incision on her skin...

Four.

The knife to her back.

"Elsa! What the fuck happened?!" Anna suddenly yelled, jumping up, her finger light on the wound on her back. It had crusted blood on it, and Anna had to hold herself back from gagging. Elsa moved from her grasp, and plopping onto her bed, her face in her hands, resting on her knees. She, again, shook her head.

"Elsa..." Anna whimpered, sitting next to her hesitantly.

" I don't know why it's so hard to say, honestly. I could tell other people, who..." She paused. She wouldn't admit those at her mercy knew her secret. "I could tell others so easily. But you're different." Elsa's voice was weak. Her body was weak.

Anna couldn't help but notice the curve of her breast into her black laced bra. No no no! Not now...

"Elsa, please... Just tell me."

"Anna, I... I'm dangerous. I have always been in danger, it's my entire life. I... I run the gang here, and all the activity that happens. The Pack, they're mine." Elsa admitted, not bearing to look into Anna's eyes, afraid of what she'd find.

Anna, however, didn't know why Elsa was so scared to tell her this all this time. Compared to what she had done, it seemed light. Not nearly as bad. However, little did she know, Elsa too had blood on her hands, but not innocently. She did it for money. Anna was justified, whereas Elsa was not.

"Oh, Elsa... Is that all?" Anna asked softly.

Elsa turned her head and looked at Anna, her eyes narrowing. "Is that all? Do you have any idea what that makes me?" Elsa's words had the smallest hint of bitterness in her voice, hoping Anna would understand what she was.

"Amazing. Talented. A little dangerous, but I think that it's hot," Anna snickered lightly, kissing Elsa's bare shoulder and leaning her head onto the spot. Elsa didn't know what to do. What to say.

Anna did. "I just... I just wish this didn't happen. I wish I could protect you from these bruises. I couldn't, nor would I try, to convince you not to do this- the gang thing, I mean. But... It hurts me seeing you like this, dear god." Anna said, her voice defeated as she leaned a little heavier onto Elsa. The blond remained silent, and shook her head yet again. How many times was that?

"But Elsa... What happened tonight?" Anna's voice was so concerned, so caring and willing to push aside anything. Willing to forgive Elsa despite the convictions of her sins.

"I... Promise you won't leave?" Elsa whispered weakly, tilting her head over to look at Anna through hair sticking to her face a little. Her eyes were brimmed with a red layer, but no tears came; not yet.

"I could never." Anna reassured her. Elsa looked down again.

"It's just so fucked up, Anna. So fucked up. See, hmm... A client paid me to you know, take a hit on someone. He paid my well, but after about two days, went behind my back and paid the rival and local gang, Arvox. Now, not only are Arvox and I after the same target, but Arvox is also being paid to get at me, and take the money back." Elsa started, wondering if it was enough for Anna. She assumed it was, but continued anyways. "That's why you couldn't go to work tonight. Cause we well... Confronted the situation head on." Elsa paused. "And, well... We sort of got what we want, sort of didn't."

Anna didn't know what to say. It made sense, but she had so many questions. Who was the client? The target?

Elsa suddenly faced Anna, wrapping her arms around her waist, her face on Anna's chest. "I thought they were gonna hurt you, Anna... I thought they would find you."

Anna stopped breathing. Literally. Her face became red and Elsa heard the slowing down of her heart, and pulled back to look at Anna, who was petrified.

It was all coming together. Anna was the target.

Fuck.

Anna felt absolutely ridiculous. Hans was paying Elsa to find her. And kill her. The night he showed up at the club, how Elsa didn't run to follow her...

The men that night weren't there because of Hans. They were there because they were supposed to get to her before Elsa did.

How would Elsa take this?! To figure out she was the woman meant to be killed? Would she follow through...? Would she save her? The girl's obviously cared for each other, but whatever Elsa was paid sure was a lot of money to waste on a chance at love.

Anna's eyes stung, and she was aware of Elsa repeating her name like a mantra. Her eyes finally met Elsa's, and both girls were crying; only a little, though.

How was Anna supposed to tell her? Suddenly this secret was bigger then even her murder. She didn't want to lose Elsa, not now, not ever. She wanted to live here with her, be there for her and break any man who laid a finger on her and bruised her delicate, pale skin.

Before she could speak, Bear broke through the door not caring to knock. He was limping and seemed to have a hard time carrying himself, his breath coming in pants. "Elsa- Elsa, they have Monty. We... Have to get her," Bear huffed.

Elsa's eyes widened and panic set in her eyes and her mind. No, not Monty...

Elsa started to stand up, and Anna gripped at her arm for a moment, her eyes pleading.

"Elsa..." She started, her voice trailing off. Was she gonna tell her?

Elsa moved again. "You're too hurt to do this, Elsa," Anna gasped.

"She's my best friend, Anna. Bartholomew will kill her. Or worse."

Anna knew what 'worse' had insinuated.

"Elsa! It's too dangerous like this! I..." Was it coming now?

Elsa shook her head. "No. I am going. A wolf doesn't leave anyone behind." Elsa paused for a moment, looking down. "Nor their prey."

Anna's eyes welled, watching Elsa slip into her shirt and jacket. "Let me come."

It took a moment that seemed like an eternity for Elsa to silently approve of her company. She would show her true colors, and if what they had was genuine, well, Anna would stay. She prayed to the gods, those of myth and those of reality, to whatever was in the sky, that she would still want her.

Anna was only praying she could find the spine to tell Elsa her ever darkening secrets.

Before Elsa left the door, Anna grabbed onto her and kissed her hard. Elsa was a little taken aback at first, but quickly returned the kiss with as much passion as Anna. It was short, but hot. Both girls knew that it was one of two things; their farewell, or the defining moment of their relationship.

A/N; ALRIGHTY GUYS! What do you want to see the next few chapter? So far we have Elsa making a tough choice, Anna's revealing, and a little(i mean a lot) of feels accompanied by Elsa's defining moment in Anna's eyes! (; So, gimme some feedback/ideas!