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I shivered and pulled the coat tighter around me, keeping my head down to prevent too much rain from getting into my face.

It was absolutely pouring now, and it had only started raining a little while ago. My feet sloshed through puddles as I attempted to make my way home.

As it was already quite dark, I decided to head down the main road rather than through the even darker alleyways. Following the main street, I headed home in the rain. I knew my parents were going to kill me, but I just wanted to get home. I didn't like walking out in the rain like this.

As I was passing one of the bars, I noticed a group huddled in the corner. I glared when I realized Ray was one of them, drunk and slurring, like an idiot. We made eye contact briefly before I walked off.

That was my first mistake.

The second was not noticing when there were footsteps following me until I was too far away from any bars or police stations to report a stalker. I turned my head slightly to see who was behind me, and all I saw was a dark silhouette. I frowned and turned into the nearest alleyway, hoping that I could lose him.

And that was my third mistake.

I followed the path of the alleyway, leading myself further and further away from the safety of the main street as I followed all its twists and turns until I pulled out into a street. This street was smaller than the main street, but it was still large.

I ran out of the alleyway and headed into the next nearest one. The footsteps quickened behind me, also breaking into a run.

This alleyway was situated between two different apartment blocks, which means it had trash cans down it and fire exits along the walls. I had been certain that this alleyway would lead me to freedom – away from my pursuer – but I was wrong. I gasped when I found that it led to a dead end – the back of another block of apartments.

I span quickly when I heard footsteps at the end of the alleyway. I couldn't make out who the person was – their figure was still a dark silhouette against the street lights.

It wasn't until I heard their voice that I realised who it was.

"Hello, my precious."

I froze. "R-R-R-Ray?"

He smirked evilly. "Abigail, Abigail, Abigail… such a sweet name, don't you think?"

I backed away slowly. "Leave me alone!"

Ray smirked. "Now, why would I do that?" He took a couple of steps closer. "You're a gem I don't want to let go…"

"No I'm not!" I argued, taking further steps away from him. "Ziva's your gem! I'm just her sister!"

Ray grinned, an evil, sinister grin. "A sister just as beautiful as her." He stepped closer to me. "Isn't that what you want? To be just like her? To have someone like me?"

I glared at him with all of the strength I could muster through my fear. "What do you want?"

"Can't you see?" He came closer to me and held out his hand. "I want you," he whispered loudly.

I shook my head. "No… no, no, no… NO!" I screamed and tried to run past him and out of the alleyway, away from the danger.

He just reached out his arms and wrapped them around me, stopping me from escaping.

I screamed and kicked, catching him on the legs and causing him to let go of me, screaming in pain. I dropped to the ground and crawled as fast as I could away from him. I didn't care which direction I was headed in – I just needed to get away from him.

I was just about to get away from his reach when I felt a hand on my ankle. I felt myself being dragged back and screamed, scratching at the ground. I didn't want to go to him. I couldn't…

My hand ran over something smooth, and I instinctively grabbed it. I was sure it would help me to defend myself.

I heard Ray chuckling darkly behind me. "Oh Abigail…"

I squirmed and tried to get away. "No! No! Let me go!"

"No, Abigail. I can't." He lifted me into his arms. "And do you know why?"

I squirmed in his arms. "No. Why?" My fourth mistake – and a stupid one, at that.

He held my head still so that he could whisper into my ear. "Because I want you, Abigail. Your sister, she's a tough one to crack. She refuses constantly – claims that she wants to stay pure for longer—" He holds my head tighter when I try to squirm free. "—but I want her now. So, instead of her, I'll take her sister." He kissed my cheek. "She won't even find out."

I nearly gagged. "Yes she will. She's Ziva Gibbs – daughter of two of the best NCIS agents." I broke out of his grasp. "I'm not yours to take."

He grabbed me again, but this time I wouldn't go back. I swung around quickly, bringing up the object in my hand and swinging it at him. I didn't realize how sharp the object was until it had plunged into his stomach. I gasped and stepped back as I did so.

"Oh no…"

He screamed in pain as he collapsed to the ground, blood spilling out of the sides of the wound. I looked around frantically for help.

"Help! Help!" I cried out. I put my hands on the wound and tried to stem the bleeding. He couldn't die… not now…

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