Hello everyone! This is my first fanfiction ever so please review and let me know how I'm doing. I'll try to get at least one chapter out a week. I would love to know how everyone is enjoying the story! :)

Update: My story got deleted so I re-uploaded! My apologies...

I turned off the television, annoyed and saddened by all the reports of missing persons. There were too many to count and nothing was being done about the situation. Ever since the discovery of hundreds of bodies in the burned down church, everyone has been even more fearful than before. I was lost in my thoughts wondering when, or if, I would go missing. Which left me to wonder, who would notice? I have no family or friends, only coworkers who pay me no mind. I have my cat though, who seemed to be a little more wired up than usual. Doodles, a white Persian, loved making a scene when she was hungry, though this was different. She was circling by the front door crying loudly. My guess was that she could sense the incoming storm. I usually had the door cracked for her to go outside but due to the insane winds, I decided to keep it closed for the night.

Sighing, I stood up from the couch and walked to my kitchen, the floorboards creaking beneath me. I glanced at the clock only to find a measly thirty minutes have passed since I got home from work.

I could still be at work though, I reminded myself. I hated my job as a cashier at the local grocery store, so home was better for now. I had a spur of the moment decision last week to hand in my two weeks notice. I didn't need the money anyways, I just became bored staying home all day. It was going to be nice to start traveling again, though I hated flying. Heights are my biggest fear.

Once I scanned the fridge for anything I could make for dinner, I decided just to settle on leftover spaghetti. "Shit," I cried, as I realized I spilled sauce down the front of my shirt while I was transferring a scoop onto a plate. I started the microwave and bundled up the front of my shirt in an effort to keep the sauce from spilling onto the floor.

There was suddenly a loud banging in the front hall and I realized Doodles had stopped her endless meowing and was now atop her climbing structure, staring at the door as if waiting. I walked to the front hall and noticed the front door was wide open and the screen door was crashing into the outside wall.

I must have left the front door open out of habit, I thought. It was already pouring outside, creating a lovely mess of mud in my driveway. I loved the rain at least. I reached outside to close both doors, deadbolting each. I still held my shirt bundled up, so I walked to my room and changed my shirt. As I was changing, I noticed smeared mud on my rug in the center of the room. I checked my shoes.

Clean.

I shrugged it off as it may have been Doodles tracking it in and wiped it up with a tissue. I tossed my dirty shirt into the trash bin, not caring to save it, and left the room to return to the kitchen. My spaghetti was done in the microwave so I sat down to eat at the dining table, only to hear creaking coming from the direction of my room, as if someone were walking down the hall. I took caution and quickly grabbed a knife from the knife block on the counter, not paying attention to which one I grabbed.

The footsteps were slow and heavy, as if purposefully arriving as slowly as possible. My mind flashed to the missing people. Could this be the person who was causing all the disappearances? I was next unless I fought back. I crouched in the corner of the kitchen farthest away from the entrance, hoping the table was enough to cover me. I glanced over towards where Doodles last sat but she was nowhere to be seen. The footsteps grew closer and I could hear the intruder huffing as he walked. It was a strange sound, somewhere between a sniff and a growl. I had to be brave, though bravery wasn't going to win me the fight, strength was and I was lacking in that department. I was thinking of ways to overpower the intruder when I saw a figure slowly emerge from the hallway into the lighted kitchen.

It was horrifying, manlike in appearance but clearly not. The skin was a wet grey, almost reptilian, with wide enchanting eyes, blue as a lagoon. His mouth was pulled into a wide grin showing his huge pointed teeth. He was wearing a tattered trench coat and large black boots as well as a black cowboy hat that shadowed his face in a terrifying fashion. His features struck more fear in me than I have ever felt, though I tried not to let fear be my ruling factor. I needed to be brave. If the creature was there to kill me, I was going to fight back.

He stood unmoving, only sniffing the air between us in a very disgusting manner. It was as if he was searching for something. Something to eat perhaps? I was breathing erratically trying to calm myself, when he stopped his strange act. The creature shifted towards me, as if to test my reaction time. I jumped in response, letting out a small scream of terror. I finally broke the silence and cried out, "What do you want?"

He huffed and began sniffing the air again, this time with more angst. I knew for sure that I was going to be his dinner. I trembled at the thought and decided to take action. If I was fast enough I would have had no trouble getting at least one good slice in with the knife. Ready for action, I looked down at the knife in my hand and realized I had grabbed the bread knife.

Great, what am I supposed to do with a bread knife? I thought. In that moment of looking away from the creature, he was suddenly closer, though he only closed half the distance. He stood just on the other side of the kitchen table. I looked at him, now wondering why he wasn't killing me, was he just toying with me?

His intense eyes had changed since first seeing me. What were once menacing were now displaying the look of yearning, though more remorseful than anything. He no longer smiled nor showed his teeth. I still sat there, wide eyed, staring at the monstrosity, waiting for my fate. His breathing was turning into a soft purr, while mine accelerated. That moment was my chance. I started to stand, holding my knife up, prepared to defend myself. The creature showed a small smile and stepped towards me.

I sliced at him, trying to use the serrated edge to my advantage. In a flash, he grabbed the blade in his hand, crushing the metal, and yanking the object away from me. He tossed the knife to the floor, it was covered in a black liquid. Blood?

I screamed and tried to run only to be blocked by his arms on either side of me. I turned towards the counter, facing away from the monster and attempted to climb up to get out the window but to no avail. He wrapped his arms around me tightly from behind and lifted me from the floor. The toes of my shoes were scraping along the floor as he walked towards the front door. I was frantically searching what I could see of my house and saw Doodles calmly sitting in the corner of the living room, once again perched on her play structure, bathing herself. I was curious as to why she was ignoring a clear danger. The creature unlocked my front door and kicked the screen out. The rain was still coming down heavily. I was carried across my porch, still screaming, upset at the fact I had no nearby neighbors. Over the sound of the storm, I heard the tearing of fabric as the creature ran quickly down my driveway and suddenly we were airborne.

Holy shit, he has wings, I thought, as I heard the flapping sound. I squeezed my eyes shut so I wouldn't see the fields flying by underneath me. I realized the speed of the air flowing into my face was making it hard for me to breath. I was gasping for breath, secretly hoping this would be the end of me. The creature must have noticed and flipped me around so I was huddled against his massive body, making it easier for me to breath. He smelled musty and was very warm. I tried to focus on my breathing, though I was very light headed and felt myself fading into darkness. As I succumbed to sleep, I heard a gentle, soothing purr emanating from the creature.

I woke up lying in a damp, cold room. I wondered how long I was out. My mouth was dry and my eyes were heavy. Looking around the room, I noticed the walls and floor were made from concrete. Hanging from the ceiling was a single lightbulb with a pull chain, dimly lighting the room. There were two doors in the room, one was small and wooden, the other was huge and metal with many locks all in locked position. I got up to examine the door, trying to move a couple of the locks but they felt as if they were welded in place.

"What the hell?" I murmured. Suddenly I heard the creaking of a door and realized I wasn't alone. I slowly turned around only to be face to face with the creature, who grabbed me by the waist and lifted me up, as if he were hugging me. He walked me through the room and out the entryway into a hallway. I put up a fight and screamed, knowing he was taking me to kill me. We rounded a corner into a bigger room with a metal table. Various chains were hanging off the sides, some clanking against the metal table legs. There was a tray a couple feet away from the table holding a dozen knives. The knives looked hand crafted from wood, no doubt very sharp. I turned my attention back to the table, only to realize it had a single occupant. What was clearly a human body was wrapped tightly in a sheet and bound with ropes. Blood soaked through staining the white fabric in what looked like the chest area, I gagged at the smell of decaying flesh and blood.

Oh god, he is gonna kill me? I thought. I fought even harder, fearing what was going to ensue unless I could escape.

He took me to the opposite end of the room, passed the body, through another entry way, this time he flipped me towards him and held me close to his body smelling my hair. I was unable to see the room but the smell of death was much stronger here. I had a feeling that the room was even worse than the previous, but I was only left to my imagination which wasn't very soothing. As we passed through the room, his hot breath began to quicken on top of my head. Probably from imagining how he was going to kill me. I was shaking and crying, begging for a quick death. My throat was sore from screaming and my mouth was dry. I desperately needed water.

I could sense we left the room as the smell faded, then ascended a single flight of stairs into a warmer area of the facility. He walked me down a long hall and turned to open a door. Once through the door the creature stopped and held me in place. There were no bad smells here. In fact the air was not even damp anymore. He tried to set me on the floor but my knees collapsed. He caught me before I hit the ground, lifting me once more and setting me on what felt like a bed. I kept my eyes squeezed shut, scared to open them and be face to face with him again.

His clawed hand was combing through my hair, and he made a low huffing noise. I sat unmoving, trying not to make any noises hoping he would leave or just kill me quickly. I finally heard retreating footsteps and a door opening and closing again. I feared that he didn't leave and was still standing there in hopes that he would trick me. To my surprise, when I opened my eyes I was alone. I sighed in relief and adjusted to my surroundings.

The floors and walls of the room were made of panelled wood. Almost every inch of the walls were vastly decorated with various works of art. There was a huge bed with red blankets and pillows, accompanied with an intricately carved wooden headboard. On the opposite wall was an eight drawer vanity dresser with the same carvings as the headboard. There was a small desk huddled into a corner, home to various tools, all organized into separate bins. I stood from the bed to investigate the small door near the desk.

I turned the knob slowly and pushed the door open, relieved to find only a bathroom, complete with a shower, toilet, and sink. I ran to the sink and turned it on, waiting patiently, hoping for clean water. Clear water spouted out of the faucet. I sighed in relief and drank from my cupped hands. It tasted wonderful and soothed my sore throat quickly. I was surprised the creature had running water.

I closed the door as I stepped out of the bathroom only to stop dead in my tracks upon glancing upwards. The creature was back in the room, standing opposite of the bathroom door, staring at me as if waiting for my next move. Fear washed over me again as I took in his form. He was standing with no clothes this time except a pair of black jeans. I could see the ridges atop his head and the white hair flowing down his back. His massive wings were folded and tucked against his body. Now that his coat was gone, I saw that he was very muscular.

He was being very cautious around me, though I'm not sure why. I looked towards the exit door, which was wide open. It looked as if I could see natural light. Maybe we were in a house. The one window in the room was boarded off with wood planks and metal bars so I wasn't able to know for sure.

His gaze followed mine and he quickly stepped over to the door shutting it, then he hesitantly took a step towards me. My heart rate accelerated. I didn't have time to make it back in the bathroom so I moved into the corner of the room, taking a defensive position. He reached me only to hold his hand out towards mine. His hand was in a fist, holding something out for me to take, becoming insistent when I didn't instantly reach out for it.

I held out my hand under his with my palm facing upwards. He smiled and dropped a small silver item into it. Upon further examination, I realized it was a small locket.

"A locket?" I asked, my breath catching as I had thought the worst. At least it wasn't a finger.

"O-pen," came a gruff voice. I realized he had spoken and fear shuddered through me. My breathing decreased as he retreated back to stand near the door. I fumbled with the frail locket and finally opened the clasp. I was shocked to see my name carved into one side.

Alice.

On the other side the name William was carved into the silver.

"That's my name," I whispered, unable to control my shaking voice. I thought that maybe it was some other person named Alice. It had to be. I had never seen the locket before. My thoughts turned to horror as I imagined him taking it from a dead girl with my name.

The creature huffed to get my attention.

"Look at painting," he grumbled, as he gestured above the headboard.

I hadn't noticed the painting when I was examining the room. It was of a male and female. The male was very handsome, with brown hair and familiar blue eyes. He was medium build with a very kind face. Next to him was a woman who looked exactly like me. Long wavy brown hair with chocolate eyes and slender build. Judging by the clothing they were wearing, the portrait had to be hundreds of years old. I was entranced and began moving towards the painting, ignoring my company in the room. I climbed on top of the bed to get a closer look at the wooden plaque on the bottom edge of the frame. Etched into the wood in amazing detail was William Ward & Alice Clarke, 1349. She even had the same last name as I had as well.

"Alice?" I whispered, puzzled as to what I was seeing. I quickly turned my head back towards the creature, with a bit more courage, "this looks like me! Is this one of my relatives?" I asked.

He shook his head and said, "it's you."

I turned back to the painting in disbelief, examining more closely, seeing the woman wearing the same locket I was holding in my hand. "This is not me," I settled, then I began to wonder who the man was. I knew his name but nothing else, it was rather mysterious. I looked at the monster once more, he had a look of hope.

"Who is the man? This man is named William but I have never met him, nor do I remember ever having this locket or having a painting done. So I have a distant relative that you are obsessed with? Is that why you aren't killing me?" I inquired. He sighed as if annoyed. I climbed down from the bed, somehow completely calm. I didn't sense any danger, though I still feared the unknown. I retreated back to my corner and sat on the ground waiting for an explanation.

"Old-painting, like me," he said in his deep, raspy voice.

I rolled my eyes, "I got that, the date is on the plaque. I just want to know who the man is. Why is the painting so important?"

"It is you and it is me," he grumbled in his raspy voice.

I was confused, "Sorry but that isn't you. He looks normal, you don't. You do not look like that. What are you anyway?" I noticed that I was raising my voice. He let out a defeated sigh and moved towards me.

I stood up and shouted, "no do not come near me!"

He ignored me, scooping me up and laying me on the bed. His body was hovering over mine. I didn't move as I knew my fights against him didn't work. His intense blue eyes stared into mine and I felt no danger. For an odd reason, I felt relaxed, my breathing slowed and I stopped trembling. His soft purr began to radiate through my body forcing me to let out a shudder. He had a look deep in his eyes, as if he had finally found something he had been searching for for a very long time. Triumph.

He then lifted his hand to caress my face, being gentle as he stroked my cheek. I was confused as to what was happening. Was he going to eat me? Maybe he was going to let me go? I hoped he would let me go, though I also had a strange feeling of belonging.

I closed my eyes and within seconds, his lips were on my neck. I waited for my death but I felt no pain. His lips were moving in a gentle manner, planting soft kisses along my collar bone.

Holy shit, I thought, what the hell is happening?

I wanted to push him away but I couldn't due to my arms being pinned. I had a feeling that even if my arms weren't pinned, I wouldn't protest. I felt an odd sensation running through me, starting in my abdomen and slowly spreading to the tips of my fingers and toes. It was numbing. He tore my shirt off my body, and I cried out as his mouth found my breasts.

"Stop!" I shouted. He ignored my cry, instead removing my pants, leaving me only in my underwear. Am I about to lose my virginity to this monster? I thought.

I was suddenly aware of the fact that his jeans were no longer on him, showing off his large erection. I felt my face turn red as embarrassment flushed over me. I had never seen male genitalia before, except in health books. This was an odd first time for me.

I was laying perfectly still wishing for this whole ordeal to be over with and confused as to why my body wasn't protesting anymore. I was interrupted by a soft broken voice at my ear saying, "Love me."

I felt remorse in the moment and I had no clue what to do. I was beyond confused at this point. Why wasn't he killing me? Was he really this William person from the painting? Why is he forcing me into sex?

"You want me to love you?" I asked, shocked. I looked into his eyes again. They were so enchanting, mesmerizing.

What happened next surprised me. He kissed me on my lips, tenderly and pulled away gruffly saying, "I love you."

"Why?" I questioned. He is a monster and I am a human. In no logical way should any of this be happening. "You kidnapped me and expect me to love you. You are a monster. In no way am I ever going to love you." I know it was harsh but it was true.

He looked at me sadly and said, "You are my Alice," glancing up to the painting above our heads. I was beginning to think he was crazy, how in the hell was that him in the painting?

"It's not me," I whispered. "It can't be me. Just let me go."

He shook his head and continued kissing me. Once again, I didn't protest. I knew he was going to have his way with me whether I liked it or not. It was strange how he kissed me. It was too tender to be from a monster, and he was treating me like a lover more than a meal. He tore my underwear off and I knew it was happening. I had never had sex so I wasn't sure what to expect. I was just waiting for the pain.

He trailed his hand down towards my bottom and grabbed my hip while aligning the tip of his erection with my opening. The stimulation made me shudder and I felt the churning in my abdomen again.

Are you really giving into this? I thought. I wasn't able to dwell on the question I asked myself. I felt a sharp pain as he pushed slowly into me. My wincing made him stop and he quickly looking up at me, examining my face.

"Don't stop," I said. It felt too good at this point, why stop now? Smiling, he pushed in all the way and began pumping in and out. What was left of the pain faded and turned into an overload of pleasure. I felt moisture building up as he went faster and soon I smelled blood, showing proof of my lost virginity. I was moaning along with his grunts and felt myself slowly coming undone. I was able to move my arms now and wrapped them around him. I felt his wings on his back, trailing my fingers along the sides of them. There were perked out a bit as if tensed up. His hands wrapped tighter around my body and he let out a small growl, becoming more rough. In response, my legs wrapped around him, pulling him in closer.

Why am I doing this? I wondered. Why does it feel so good? I knew it was wrong. In the moment I didn't care about right or wrong. He let go of me and leaned up to stare into my eyes, still pumping in and out of me. When his eyes met mine, they grew more intense, as if sensing that my orgasm was building. He bent down to kiss my neck again, making me moan in the process. I felt as if I were under a spell, as if he put me under a spell. Without thinking, I began matching his movements. I could tell he liked that as he picked up the pace. I felt my insides tightening as I came around him.

"William!" I moaned out, shocking both him and myself. He came right after me, flexing his wings backwards. I felt a burning rush inside me, that was both uncomfortable and soothing. The feeling faded in just a few seconds leaving me in bliss.

We stayed in position, staring at each other for a few minutes. I didn't know how to respond to my actions, I felt as if I were no longer under a spell. I slowly came back to reality, saying, "I gave you what you wanted, now kill me."

"You remembered," he argued, "you said my name."

I thought back to our previous conversation and rolled my eyes, "that's not you. Now leave me alone. Let me go. Please."

He growled and pulled himself out of me, leaving me lying naked on the bed. I quickly pulled the blankets over my body. He headed for the door, snatching his jeans harshly off the floor. Before he left, he turned towards me and said gruffly, "You will remember. I promise." He then slammed the door, leaving me with my thoughts. I thought I heard the sound of a lock but I could have been mistaken.

Once I was sure I was safe, I leaned back into the bed, hating myself. "What were you thinking?" I thought outloud. As I layed in bed, I had an overwhelming sense of peace wash over me. I felt myself drifting off to sleep very quickly. I had no need to fight the sleep. My only hope was to never wake again.