We all worked forward in a pair of three. I paced the face of the other werewolves, and Derek actually gave me a concerned look. I smirked.

We were parallel to the three oni. I took one last glance to Scott and Kira, hearing their heartbeats flying.

The oni took one last stride towards us.

A hand snatched up, grabbing my neck. It held me in some kind of look, just as they had one with Aiden on the night of the rave.

I looked into its yellow, glowing eyes. They were so captivating and mesmerizing. I couldn't look away. They truly did look like fireflies. Its eyes bore into mine. I could see the coldness in these glowing, brooding eyes. Like pits of nothingness. Like it had no soul.

It yanked me to my knees. I wanted to cry out, but I couldn't. It was like fear encompassed my body and left me with nothing. Yet, I still couldn't look away from its glowing eyes. I cocked my head at this bizarre feeling they were causing. My body felt stunned, and I instantly released my hand from Kira's

It placed one finger behind my ear, and moved its face closer and closer. I found myself being only a few inches from the oni's face. As it move closer and closer, I couldn't help but still look into it's eyes.

It cocked its head.

I heard one thump, then another and I braced myself for what I knew was going to happen next.

It swiped its finger down my neck, and I felt a burning sensation.

My vision went blurry, and all I could see was the towering face of a werewolf in front of me. It was Aiden.

"You're going to be okay…" The words echoed through me, like I was underwater.

He placed his hand underneath my head lifting it up. "You're going to be okay." My vision blurred out.

I felt consciousness take over me, and I immediately jolted up, gasping for air. It was still dark. How much time had passed? Scott and Kira looked like they were just awaking too. My head was spinning profusely.

I looked around the room. Kira snd Scott looked just like I did, Derek was at their side. Ethan was in front of Kira. And Aiden was aiding to me. Was my head resting in his lap? That was weird…

I looked up at him, then averted my eyes away from him in an instant.

I still felt drowsy, and disorientated, but I managed to stand up.

There were no oni anymore. A hand flew to my ear. Behind it was a bumpy feeling. It was the mark. I tried to pick up a scent of my aunt and uncle. The blood still smelled fresh, so I wasn't out for long, and that meant they weren't far. Probably just leaving the house even.

"I'm going to go with Melissa." I said, picking up my keys. "Anyone care to join?"

Scott put up a hand.

"I can take Kira home then." Aiden suggested.

"No." Scott and I said in harmony. Scott continued, "I trust Derek and Derek only."

Derek nodded, "I'll take her home."

Scott dipped his head, showing gratitude.

I nodded towards the door, pushing Scott.

"Okay let's go." He decided.

We walked over the broken shards of glass, and down the steps to my car. I pulled out of the driveway and got a good look of the house, which was a complete disaster. A lot of the windows were smashed, there was a trail of blood were my uncle had dripped outside of the house to the car, glass everywhere, and broken dishes were everywhere.

I shuddered.

I would help Melissa clean this entire mess up. I could do it faster then she could.

It was a short, quiet drive to the hospital. I didn't really want o be here. In fact it was the last place I wanted to be right now. I had died here. There was a very slim chane anyone would notice me, but I still was nervous for some reason.

We jumped out of the car and saw my aunt trying to haul my uncle inside. Scott and I ran to her side, Scott putting an arm under his dad's wounded shoulder.

I ran ahead of them to get immediate help. "Someone help!"

There was a quiet buzz in the hospital, but once I started flailing around and freaking out, a few nurses and ER doctors ran over to me, seeing my uncle behind me. They gently placed him on a nearby stretcher, then rushed him down the hospital wing. Scott and I tried to keep up. "Stab wound to the left chest, possible collapsed lung, and pulse is weak." Melissa trailed behind them, letting the doctors take the man away.

"Very weak." I concurred. His heart was hardly beating, but I know he was going to be okay. If it wasn't for my blood there was probably no way he would have survived. For once, I felt like being a vampire had become useful.

Melissa's gaze fell as she saw her ex husband disappear behind a hallway. I put a hand on her back, smiling. She turned to a lady in scrubs, explaining what was wrong with him again but leaving out the details of what happened.

"I'll find Stiles." Scott stated.

"He's here?" I asked a little too excited.

Melissa nodded, "Yeah. Floor 3."

Scott rushed away to find Stiles, and I took a seat in the hallway, incase Melissa needed to talk. Melissa continued to talk to some of her fellow coworkers, and I continued to tap my feet on the floor.

After about five minutes, I went on a search for Stiles myself. I couldn't wait anymore.

I told my aunt where I was going, then paced over to the elevator, pressing floor 3. The elevator made a series of noises then slowly chugged up.

When the doors opened on floor 3, I stepped into the white hallway. It was almost empty, except for two people. There was a doctor closest to me, and at the end of the hallway was Stiles.

I grinned. If my cheeks could of flushed red, I'm sure they would have. There he was, dressed in sweatpants and a purple shirt. His hair was a complete mess and he looked like he had just woken up. I fast-walked down the hallway, then slowed when I got near him. He was facing away from me, so he didn't see me.

"Stiles" I said.

His head spun around, his body followed. A large grin grew on his face. I quickly pulled him in to a nice, tight, comforting embrace. He was startled at first, but then wrapped his arms around my waist. I felt like I melted into his arms, truly. I closed my eyes and breathed in his miraculous scent. It calmed me, and for once I didn't feel hungry being close to him. His body felt warm against mine, and I smiled.

After a few seconds, I tried to let go. But Stiles wouldn't let me. He continued to embrace me. I laughed, and that seemed to catch his attention. He pulled back immediately.

"O-Oh sorry…"

I smiled, "It's alright." I looked around. "Scott didn't come find you?"

He shook his head. "No. Was he supposed to?"

As if on cue, the elevator door made a ding, and opened its doors to view Scott. He threw his hands up. "I thought my mom said 4! I checked the whole floor."

I giggled. "She said 3 Scott."

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah I know that now."

"Well come on, let's go." I nudged Stiles' shoulder with mine.

He looked down at me, blinked rapidly, then followed Scott to the elevator. I trailed behind him. We entered the small space of the elevator, and Scott pressed floor 1. It made a screeching noise, then slowly started to lurch downwards.

A warm finger touched the back of my neck, pulling the ear back. "You have the mark." Stiles said. He let go. "So do you." He turned to Scott.

Stiles nodded as the doors crept open. "You missed a lot buddy, come on, let's go." He patted his friend's back, letting him take the lead. Scott turned to me. "I'll get Stiles to drop me off; you can go back by yourself."

I smiled "Okay." We passed Melissa as we walked by. She was sitting in one of the chairs across from a room. "Is he going to be okay?" I asked.

She nodded, "Yeah. You kids go home, I'll stay here."

Scott and Stiles nodded, then took a few steps towards the door, but Stiles stopped, waiting for me. "You coming?"

I eyed Melissa. "I think I'll stay here."

Stiles smiled, and they walked away without me.

"No, you go with them." Melissa pushed. I took a seat beside her, relaxing.

"No, I'll stay here and keep you company."

She smiled, almost looking like she was asleep. "You don't have to do that."

I grinned "I know."

I jolted up, feeling shaken. I saw white walls all around me, and I gasped. I was still in the hospital, reclined on two of the waiting chairs. The incredibly uncomfortable waiting chairs… My aunt stood over me, a content look on her face.

"Shhh! It's okay. You're okay." Melissa placed a hand on my shoulder. "I was just waking you up. You have to go to school."

I looked down at my clothes. They had some blood on them. I couldn't go to school like this… I would drive home then run to school so I wouldn't be late. I looked back to my aunt, "Is he going to be okay?"

She brushed my hair out of my face, "Yeah he's going to be fine."

I felt relieved. That was one less thing to stress about.

"Now go." She urged. "You've missed enough school already."

I nodded, heading out and to my car. I pulled out of the parking lot and headed towards the house. She was right. I missed way too much school when I got in that accident, and when I died, and when I turned. I needed to attend school as much as possible.

When I arrived at the house, I noticed Scott's motorcycle already out of the driveway. "Shit." I breathed. I ran to my room, changing into floral print jeans, and a knitted grey sweater. I ran to the washroom, washing my face quickly, then exited the house, locking it on the way out. I was late already. I decided to skip the car and run there, it would be faster. I ran through the forest, because there was a trail leading to the school. I used my speed, running faster than ever, and slowed to a fast walk as I got near the school.

Econ was first, and that was the worst class to miss because coach taught it…

I walked through the deserted hallways, flattening my hair out with the palm of my hands as I did so. When I got to the class, I noticed coach writing some introductory notes to a new topic. If I was quiet enough I could sneak by and get to my seat, which was across the room.

I saw Stiles, who waved me to come in as quickly as possible.

I quickly tiptoed through the desks, and was just about to sit in my seat when Coach called me. "MILLER."

I winced, "Yes…?"

"You better have a damn good excuse as to why you're late for my class."

"Her Uncle's in the hospital." Stiles spoke for me.

"Did I ask you Stilinski?"

Stiles held up his hands defensively, then crossed them over his chest.

"Take a seat, Miller."

I obliged to his words, opening my notebook to start taking notes.

During lunch Stiles and I sat by ourselves, which was unusual. The rest of our gang was nowhere to be found, except Lydia who was busy doing make up in the girl's bathroom. Stiles munched on his burger and fries, and I watched him.

"How are you feeling, Stiles?" I asked, still intently watching him.

He frowned, observing his burger. "You say that like you're my doctor."

I rolled my eyes, "Okay asshole, how you feeling?"

He laughed a bit, then took another bite of his burger. He shrugged, "Better since Melissa gave me that sleep sedative, I guess. But nothing makes sense anymore."

"What do you mean?" I started to play with my hair, curling it around my fingers.

"I mean, I don't know if I'm dreaming or awake half of the time."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "That's not normal…"

He shook his head. "And I'm blacking out constantly, but not for that long. It's like pieces of my day are missing… I'm sleep walking a lot now too. And my anxiety is so on edge. I'm having panic attacks literally every day."

"Why didn't you tell me?" I put my hand on his forearm, as he fiddled with a fry.

He smiled, looking at my touch. "I'm telling you now."

I laughed. "Is there anything else going wrong?"

"I temporarily lost the ability to read, but that might have more to do with this giant magic tree and this whole human sacrifice thing…"

I laughed, "Oh right."

He smiled slightly.

"You know I'm always here for you right? Like I said you can just call me. No matter when."

He looked at me and batted his eyelashes. "I know."

And that night, at 11:47pm, he did call. I woke up to the sound of my tremendously annoying ringtone. I didn't even check to see who called; I just rolled over and pressed answer.

"Hello?" I asked, in my raspy, tired, voice.

There was nothing there. No one. Just a static electricity noise on the other end, and what sounded like someone breathing. I looked at the caller ID. It was Stiles, maybe he pocket dialed me while he was sleeping or something.

I rubbed my eyes, and hung up the phone, rolling over.

About thirty seconds later, my annoying ring tone went off again.

"Stiles? What's up?" I yawned.

He continued to breathe, but parts of it was cut off.

"Stiles, you there?"

"Anna…" He whimpered. He sounded in pain, or scared. Something was wrong with him. I could sense it.

"Yeah I'm here, what's wrong Stiles?"

He continued to sob. "Anna." He cried, "I don't know where I am. I don't know how I got here. I think I might've sleep walked…"

I sat up on my bed. "Shh. Shh… It's okay. Can you see anything? Anything look remotely familiar?"

"It's too dark, it's hard to see." His breathing was fast and un-even. "I'm hurt though… I think there is something—"

The dial tone at the other end ended my call. Why had he hung up?

I immediately clicked redial, waiting for his voice to come back. He never picked up though. I was just caught with the sound of his voicemail that said "Hey, this is Stiles and you missed me! Leave a message."

I started to panic. The worst possible thing for him to say was 'I'm hurt' right before he hung up. I paced my room back and forth. Should I wake Scott up? Was it worth it? Was Stiles sleep-calling me or was this for real?

I continued to pace, until the ringing of a phone interrupted me. Only, it wasn't mine. I looked at the ceiling above me. It was Scott's.

"Hey buddy, what's wrong?"

"I don't know where I am… Everything is so dark. I'm so scared…" Stiles panted

"Woah, slow down. What happened?"

"I think I slept walked. Now I don't know where I am.. I don't think I can get out of here I can't move out of—"

Once again, Stiles had hung up, or lost connection.

Since Scott was awake now, I ran to his room in an instant. I pushed open the door, and it swung back against the wall making a loud bang. Woops.

Scott had a frantic look on his face. "You heard that?"

I nodded, out of breath. "Yeah he called me too."

He shot me a worried glance and turned to his phone, ready to redial Stiles' number. "Come on…" He breathed.

It was my phone who rung though. I pressed the green button and held it to my ear. "Hello? Stiles? Are you okay? What's happening?"

His trembled breath sounded in to the phone. "I don't think I can get out of here… I can't move" He panicked.

"Where are you?" I yelled in to the phone.

There was an electrical interference in the phone, and then he spoke again. "I don't know… I don't— It's too dark. I don't know I can't see much. But something's wrong with my leg… Its stuck on something. Its- I think it's bleeding."

"How badly Stiles?" I paced back and forth, biting my nails. "Stiles are you there?" He didn't respond, "Stiles? Can you hear me? How badly is it bleeding?"

"There's some kind of smell down here…" He sniffled into the phone. "Its smells terrible." He sounded like he was almost in tears. "Its brutal my eyes are watering."

A hand flew to my mouth and I almost started crying. We needed to find him as soon as possible. I didn't know what to say, I was speechless. I just listened to the sound of his whimpers on the phone, and almost teared up as well.

"Give me the phone." Scott whispered, waving his hand.

I bit my lip, but obliged, tossing him the phone.

"Listen, Stiles, I'm going to call your dad." He stated

"No no no no no. Don't."

"But your dad—"

"Just please don't call him. Promise me you won't Scott."

Scott rubbed his forehead and sat on the side of his bed. I knew exactly what he was thinking too. We're just kids. Even if we did have a supernatural sense of smell, we most likely couldn't find him because of the rancid smell Stiles described. We would have to call the Sherriff eventually…

"He already worries about me too much Scott, please." He whimpered.

Scott scratched his head, then retorted him with "What if we can't find you? Stiles I can't make a promise like that." It was Scott's heartbeat and breathing that picked up this time.

"No no no. Just please don't call." He cried, sniffling. "You can find me. You can both find me."

"I don't know if I can do this." Scott panicked, ripping his hair out as he spoke to his friend.

I didn't know whether to comfort my cousin, or leave him be. I just stood and continued to copiously gnaw on my nails.

"Oh boy…" Stiles breathed, "I gotta call you back. I have turn the phone off."

"What? No." Scott panicked.

I stopped chewing on my nail and grabbed Scott's shoulder, which startled him. "Don't let him hang up!"

Scott just eyed me. "Stiles—"

"I'm going to call you back. I'll call you right back."

Scott's ragged breathing picked up. "Hold on Stiles, wait. Hold on man!"

Once again, Stiles had hung up.

"God dammit!" Scott threw my phone on the bed.

I opened the door and yelled down the stairs. "ISAAC!"

Scott booked it over to his lamp shade, flicking it on. He picked up a jacket, and some warm socks.

"Good idea." I ran down the stairs and down the hallway towards my room, meeting Isaac who was standing in the doorway rubbing his eyes.

"What's wrong?" He croaked.

"Its Stiles. We need your help. Get dressed." I ran into my room, pulling a warm jacket out and some socks and my combat boots, to keep my feet warm.

Isaac appeared at my door frame.

"What's wrong with Stiles?"

I paused for a second and averted my eyes to him. "I don't know." And it was true. We had no idea what was wrong with Stiles. All we were told was that he didn't know where he was, he was cold and scared, it smelled bad, and his leg hurt. "Now go." I pushed him out of my doorframe, forcing him into his room. "Get dressed."

I tapped my foot on the floor, gnawing on my lip as I waited for the boys. Scott came speeding down the stairs the same time Isaac exited his room in a black jacket, paired with a scarf.

The house was pitch black, but we could see. We all rushed over to the front door, but were stopped by Scott's now familiar ring tone. Scott pressed the green button, pulling the phone up to his ear. "Stiles!" He breathed.

"Did you call him?" Stiles whispered over the line.

I leaned towards Scott, trying to hear Stiles' nearly silent voice.

"Did you call my dad?"

Scott licked his lips, bowing his head. "No. Just Isaac and Anna. We're coming to find you. Can you find out where you are? Try to find something to tell us where to look."

Stiles started to sob again. "It's a basement… Some kind of- some type of basement."

"In a house?" I yelled into the phone, getting ahead of myself. I hoped he would hear me.

Fortunately he did. "No. It looks bigger. Like industrial. I think there's a furnace but it— it's cold. It's freezing down here." He started to pant. "Oh— I gotta turn… I gotta turn the phone of Scott. Its gonna die." His voice was a harsh whisper.

"Wait wait wait. Scott's heartbeat picked up in a panic. "What else is there? What do you see?"

Stiles sounded like he was crying again, but he tried to stay strong. "My phones gonna die. I can't talk." He sniffled, then said the last four words that none of us wanted to here. "I have to go." He whispered.

Scotts eyebrows furrowed into a line, and he frowned. "Stiles, why are you whispering?"

I hadn't that about that before. He was whispering the whole time, and he didn't need to. At least, why would he have to?

"Because I think there's someone in here with me…" He sobbed. And at the worst possible moment, the line went dead. We were all left dumbfounded, staring at each other in disbelief. I was the first when to take a step forward to the door. I turned into a sprint, heading for my car. The boys followed behind me, jumping into the car. I sped out of the driveway, heading on to the main road.

"Where am I going?" I said a little too loud.

"Stiles house. We need to catch a scent."

I made a sharp left turn almost missing the turn I was supposed to make for his house. A car beeped at me in frustration, but I didn't care My mind was drilled on Stiles right now. "But I know Stiles' scent from anywhere."

I felt Scott turn his head to me, staring. "Then take a whiff Anna, can you smell him?"

I took a large sniff in, and just as expected I couldn't smell him. Like I had assumed earlier, it was probably from the stench Stiles had described. It was engulfing his scent and covering it up.

"What are we supposed to do then?" I said, speeding way over the limit.

"Maybe we can pick up a trail. Find out where he went or at least the direction he headed in." Isaac suggested.

I saw Scott nod from my peripheral. "That was exactly my thoughts."

I stepped on the gas pedal even harder, and thought about Stiles. My heart ached for him. He was so cold.. And he was usually the one that was burning hot, the one who's when I touch his skin, it almost burned me. He was always so warm, and now he was probably suffering from hypothermia. I just wanted him to be okay. I wanted to be with him, and tell him everything was going to be alright. His leg must be in so much pain, not to mention there was probably some murderer down there with him. I just wanted him to be safe.

I pulled into his driveway, putting it into park and rushing out of the vehicle. When I looked up to his room in the window I saw the lights were on. I cocked my head, but continued to the house. As we stampeded up the stairs, Stiles' familiar, mouthwatering smell encompassed me. We burst into his room.

I was standing face to face with Aiden, and Lydia right beside him.

I raised my eyebrows. Aiden mimicked me, smirking. His face was a little too close to mine, our noses almost touching.

"How did you know? Did he call you too?" Scott spoke so fast, I almost didn't hear it.

"I heard it." Lydia's eyes were wide and nervous.

"Don't ask." Aiden said. I felt his hot breath on my face, and I rolled my eyes, moving away from him. "It gets more confusing when you ask." He continued.

"Not as confusing as this." Lydia sighed. She and Aiden, who were previously blocking our view, moved to the side of us, revealing something I couldn't describe.

No one said anything for a while. We all just stared. On his bed was some type of peg with a loop on top of it, pinned into his mattress. There were hundreds of red strings attached to the peg on one side, and pinned to his wall on the other. They were all pinned on different photos, articles, and diagrams.

"He uses red for unsolved cases." I whispered to myself.

I lifted my head. Apparently everyone had heard, and they all turned to me.

"Red yarn. He uses red yarn to show unsolved cases." I blinked rapidly, explaining myself.

"Maybe he thinks he's part of an unsolved case." Aiden proposed.

"Or is an unsolved case," Isaac added, observing the scene.

Lydia turned to Scott. "Hold on…" She narrowed her eyes. "Is he still out there?"

None of us said anything.

"You don't know where he is?" She continued.

"He says he's in an industrial basement somewhere." Scott explained.

"We came here to get a better scent." Isaac said.

"He's hurt too." I added, "So we should hurry this up and stop wasting time."

Lydia's face turned worried as she listened to my words. "What else did he say?"

"His leg is hurt. He's bleeding." Scott clarified.

"He's freezing too." Isaac included.

Aiden shuffled beside me, moving closer. "Tonight's the coldest night of the year. Its going to drop to the 20's."

Lydia looked depressed at the conversation, and I didn't blame her. This wasn't exactly anyone's cup of tea. "What did his dad say?"

"We… Uh we kind of didn't tell him."

Lydia's head shot up, and she took an assertive step towards Scott. "Stiles is bleeding and freezing and you didn't call his dad?"

"We promised him we wouldn't" I intercepted.

"We can catch him by scent." He persisted. "If he was sleep walking he couldn't have gone far, right?" I wasn't sure if Scott was trying to tell us he wasn't far, or if he wanted us to reassure him.

"You guys didn't notice his jeep is gone did you?" Aiden crossed his arms.

Lydia pulled out her phone, tapping away at it. "You promised you wouldn't call his dad. I didn't."

"Wait, Lydia. Hold on. I can get more help. I can call Derek, Allison."

"Everyone except for the cops! Great idea!" She said sarcastically.

"You guys remember she only gets these feelings when she's about to die, right?" Aiden helped.

I bit my lip then turned to Scott. He gave me a sad look. "They're right, Scott."

He turned away from me, staring at his feet. He looked like he had an internal dilemma, then one side won over. "You guys don't have to call his dad. Its five minutes to the station." I slight smile grew upon my face, and we headed for the door.

"You guys go ahead, I'll catch up." Lydia told us.

"What? Why?"

She turned to his room. "There is something here."

"Yeah," Isaac mumbled, "Evidence of total insanity."

"We can figure out what's wrong with him after we keep him from freezing to death." Scott ordered.

"Go." Lydia whispered. "We'll be right behind you."

I pushed Scott, urging him to stop wasting time. Lydia could stay here for all I care. Maybe it was better. Maybe she could find something out that could help us anyways.

When we arrived at the station, we noticed the lack of officers that were there. I prayed the Sherriff hadn't left before we arrived.

I recognized Deputy Parish in another room around the corner of the front hallway, and immediately rushed over to him, not even talking to the lady at the front desk. "Is Sherriff Stilinski still here?"

He pointed behind him, to the Sherriff's office. All three of us rushed over, Parish murmuring something at us. I opened the door, rushing over to his desk. He looked startled to see us. "Sherriff…" I breathed.

Scott intercepted me. "Stiles is missing."

You could see the stress in the Sherriff's eyes as his son's best friend said that. He was almost in tears. He really cared about his boy.

Scott continued. "Stiles called us. He says he think he slept walk."

"But his jeep's gone." I added.

"Yeah. And he told us he's in some kind of industrial basement. He's freezing, his leg's trapped and bleeding, and he says there's some kind of rancid smell down there."

We gave a moment for the Sherriff to process everything. His eyes grew worried, and he gripped the table trying to compose himself. A hand flew to his for head, rubbing it as he exited the office. He walked towards the deputy. "If his jeep is gone, that's where we start." He said directly to me. "Parish. Let's get an APB out on a blue 1980 CJ5 jeep." He turned to face an officer at another desk. "Smith. I want a list of any kind of industrial basement or sub-level. Any building he could have gotten into while sleep walking. This is the coldest night of the year so far, so if he's out there bare foot in just a t-shirt, he could already be hypothermic."

I shivered at the thought.

"Let's move fast. Let's think fast. Three of you, come with me." He gently places his hand on my back, leading us back into his office. He shut the door.

"Is there anything you need to tell me that I can't tell everybody out there?" he pointed to himself.

"Lydia knew he was missing" Scott said.

"Did she find him?" He asked.

"She's working on it." Isaac replied.

"Anything else?"

"Derek and Allison are going to help." Scott said.

"Can you find him by scent?" He rushed. The Sherriff eyed me. Stiles had told him what I was. Although he seemed okay with it, you could tell he was a little uneasy. And that was natural. I mean, Stiles had come home with bite marks on him. How could his dad be okay with the idea of that?

There was a knock, and then Parish entered. "We got it, Sir. We found the jeep." He panted. "The hospital."

None of us even hesitated to book it out of that building. We didn't take my car this time though, we took the Sherriff's. Another two cars followed us. The sirens turned on, and we sped through the traffic towards the hospital.

Considering we got to break every traffic violation, we made it to the hospital in the matter of seconds. I hopped out of the car with Scott and Isaac, without waiting for the vehicle to even be turned off yet. The well known blue jeep was there.

But there was no one in it.

A/N: IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE. School is so busy! I promise you guys I will finish this story though. This next month will be busy and ill try to write as much as I can but after that I will continue to update very day or two like I did before! PLease review and tell me what you think! Thank you so much for reading and I hope you all dont hate me! Tell me what you think :)