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(Povars POV)

I hated the ooman. I was wrong to try and make her see the light, she is no different than any other pathetic 'soft meat' that walks this god forsaken planet. I knew she had been angry and confused, that this 'Andrew' had her wrapped in his lies and false ways. I saw it in her eyes that she thought it was what the oomans call 'love'. That he would be her faithful mate, but I saw what was in him the first night they were together. When they were 'kissing' in the park, I was always there. I didn't know why I had followed them that night but I felt it was a duty to make sure she wasn't hurt by this 'bad blooded ooman'. I hated to admit I was concerned about a single female ooman but I was and I couldn't explain it. Father would be ashamed.

I stopped to rest in a tree, it wasn't that I was tired physically but I just needed to calm my anger or I would wind up killing something. I needed to kill something. I missed the feeling.

Amber was strong. Not so much physically as emotionally but strong nonetheless. For a female ooman to put up with a Yaujta for as long as she has and even be able to stand in his presence without running and screaming her head off I would consider her strong. But when it came to this 'Andrew' it was like she melted back into a weak ooman. Her common sense and self control was thrown away.

I bowed my head, clicking to myself.

I couldn't blame her so quickly. She could be foolish sometimes but she wasn't completely hopeless, not without someone to guide her. All the time she was yelling at me, telling me not to do this and don't do that but I just watched in fascination. I liked her, I realized. I was just too wound up in my own ways to realize that she actually cared for me too. She didn't admit it but why wouldn't she toss me out as soon as I was healthy if she didn't?

What would going back accomplish though? I would apologize and maybe she would too but what then? I would leave tomorrow and unless I keep my word on showing her my world I'll never see her again. I just need to get home and get her off my conscience. I would eventually forget what happened and my life would go on.

I was about to turn and go when a scream caught my attention. Instantly knowing who it was I ran the opposite direction I was about to leave.

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The first thing I remember thinking when I was brought back into conciuosness was how big of an ass I was. Normally when people wake up from these kind of things they spend hours trying to remember what had just happened and they are totally lost.

That wasn't the case.

I remembered everything. What I had said to Povar, how his face looked after I called him a monster. I wasn't worthy of his friendship. I had become the thing I never wanted to be. I had become a bitch, a fool. I had been blinded with lies and promises I should have known wouldn't come true. I was so stupid, no not stupid I didn't deserve stupid I deserved way worse.

I felt vibration underneath me and all around me. The air was stuffy and hot and I knew where I was.

I was in Andrews fucking trunk!

I rubbed the swollen lump on my forehead. I couldn't believe Andrew would do this, to knock me out and stuff me in a trunk. I wiped some sweat away and started feeling around in the darkness. There was always emergency levers in trunks so one could open it from the inside. I felt on a knob but something was broken off of it.

Damnit, he had torn off the emergency switch.

I quieted and heard Andrew talking to himself from the front seat. I couldn't make out what he was saying over the vibrations of the car but from the sounds of it he was going completely crazy.

"Andrew!" I banged my fist against the lid of the trunk, "let me out damnit!" I heard no answer only him talking to himself like a physco. I couldn't believe what was happening. I should have listened to Povar. He was right Andrew was 'bad blood' or whatever.

Despite how angry I was I started crying. How could I be so weak? I was beginning to hyperventilate as I put my hands to my head in a desperate attempt to think of a way out of this. What was Andrew planning to do to me? I hope it wasn't what I thought it was. I couldn't expect help from anyone, not even Povar, he was far away by now.

"Fuck" I whimpered and covered my hands with my eyes. I wanted to shut everything out and just forget my life. I started kicking frantically at the trunk, hoping someone could hear me but it was futile. We were probably driving eighty miles an hour down some deserted road for all I know.

I felt around my pockets but I didn't have the sense to bring my cell phone out with me. I was too wrapped up in apologizing to Povar to worry about that while I was running out of the house.

I slid against the sides of the trunk when the car made a sharp turn and then lurched to a screeching stop. My heart banged against my rib cage, seeking freedom like I was. I heard Andrew get out of the front seat and his sneakers grind on the dirt as he stepped around to the trunk.

I prepared myself.

I heard keys being inserted into the lock and then a pop. Hopefully, he didn't know I was awake yet.

The trunk opened as moonlight flooded in, "now you little bitch it's time to-" with all my strength I could muster I reared my leg back and kicked him straight in the nose. I heard a crack from his skull and knew I had to have broken something.

I scrambled out, my eyes was already adjusted to the night but it was difficult to make out where I was. We were parked in some sort of clearing and behind us was a worn dirt road. We were in the middle of nowhere.

I heard him groan behind me and start to get up, just by looking at how he tensed he was ready to get back at me.

Without another look I ran across the clearing toward the forest. I didn't know what I was going to do when I got there but I knew that I had to hide somewhere until he went away. Maybe he could get lost and I could steal his car. That's if he follows me.

I looked back as I sprinted through the knee-length grass and my eyes widened at how close he was to me. I ran track every now and then but Andrew was a jock and used to this kind of workout . I was so screwed.

"Amber don't be stupid!" Andrew shouted not just feet behind me, "get back here and get what's coming to you!" His breathing was a harsh as his words.

I was almost to the woods and my hope was nothing more than a dim candlelight but it was there nonetheless. The breath was knocked out of me when I felt a huge bulk tackle me from behind, nearly breaking my back in the process. I kicked around and screamed curses at him but he was too strong and too heavy for me to lift off. He managed to roll me over and make me look into his bloodshot, messed up eyes. There was blood dripping from his nose.

"You're not very smart Amber" he said dangerously.

I managed to wiggle loose one arm and punched him straight in the eye. He groaned and it seemed to only affect him for a second before he had my arm pinned again and he was straddling me, completely enabling any movments save for my head.

"Get off of me!" I screamed, "you can't…do this!"

"You knew it would happen" he began fumbling through my clothes, "you should have given it to me a long time ago instead of being a spoiled little brat".

I started crying and fighting against him even harder and that only earned me a hard slap in the face. I wouldn't let this happen. I wasn't going through this again, never again. I had to quit being weak. I wasn't going to give up. He was too heavy and strong, he had my arms pinned over my head by just one hand and my legs by his legs. It was soon evident that there was no hope.

"Where is your 'Povar' now huh?"

He had his hands on my skinny jean pants line and I closed my eyes.

Then as if god was finally answering me I heard a loud roar. My eyes opened, and hope flooded my consense once again. Povar?

"What the fuck was-" Andrew didn't get a chance to finish as something invisible shook the ground in front of him and lifted up by his throat at least three feet into the air.

"Right here" I heard that familiar deep voice echo in the midnight air.

Hmm what will happen next eh?

I know not a long chapter but the next one will be much longer if I get some more lovely reviews :D