Beth found herself walking in a daze along the deserted prom, pulled along by some intense force she couldn't seem to refuse and it grew stronger and stronger the further away she got from the club.

Suddenly the wind whipped up and a cold shiver rippled through her, the faint sound of cruel laughter floated past her on the breeze and goosebumps raised on her skin, panic flooding her body as she felt like she had back in the club...she was being watched.

Shaking her head slightly in an attempt to rid herself of her daze, she subtly glanced over her shoulder and her heart sank sickeningly to her stomach as she saw two, large surfer punks stalking behind her and for the second time that night, her heart thudded painfully against her chest.

She picked up her pace a little, and breathed deeply, wishing she hadn't had quite as many beers as she had, but they kept following her.

Looking behind her again, she saw them puff out their chests and smirk at her, also picking up their pace.

Shit...

Quickening her walk to an almost jog, or as close as she could get to one in her heels, Beth tucked her hair behind her ears and felt the undeniable urge to escape. Throwing one last glance at the guys behind her before she decided to run, they were closer than she thought.

She didn't hesitate as the invisible, magnetic force that had taken over her mind seemed to pull her toward the Boardwalk, running as best as she could through the almost abandoned fayre. Beth fought back the tears pricking at her eyes as the guys behind followed too quickly, throwing cat calls and whistles at her - she couldn't wait to get out of this town, she should've never have come back!

Beth rounded a corner quickly and nearly fell right over several large, shiny black motorcycle and their riders.

"Well look who it is..." Paul said with a sly, knowing smile, "..couldn't stay away, huh babe?"

Beth's mind became razor sharp, the fog instantly clearing as she looked up into Paul's teasing eyes and the force that pulled hard at her body slipped away, leaving her with a sick feeling of dread as the realisation of her actions hit her – she'd left her friends, by herself, and went wandering around Santa Carla, the murder capital of the world, all. by. herself...

"What am I doing here"? She whispered to herself, making the three guys chuckle softly. Paul didn't hesitate to snake his arms around her waist, pulling her close to his chest but the playful air soon turned explosive as the two guys that were chasing Beth rounded the corner.

They looked at Beth with slow, disgusting smiles and hungry eyes, only seeing her, not noticing that she was currently wrapped up in Paul's arms, or the way his two friends instantly flanked him and Beth.

Paul looked down into her big, panicked brown eyes "...guess you were looking for trouble after all..." he said darkly and she could feel his arms tighten possessively around her.

She could hear her blood rushing in her ears. What the hell was she doing! She thought, was she looking to get herself killed!

The punks leered at Beth and she instinctually grasped at Pauls jacket, clinging on for dear life, choosing what seemed to be the lesser of two evils and buried her head in his chest. She didn't see the way him and his two friends looked at the punks, taunting smiles graced their handsome faces, their eyes dark and dangerous, goading the punks to dare to take another step, revelling in any excuse to be able to rip their heads off right there and then.

The silent, testosterone injected exchange was over in half a minute, the punks clearly recognising they were outnumbered and knowing the reputation of the bikers they backed off, headed back to the prom and an easier target.

"Look at her, she's shakin'" Paul laughed, looking over his shoulder at his friends with a crazy smile, slightly releasing his hold on Beth.

Beth looked around; the guys that had stalked her now gone she took a deep, ragged breath.

"You smell good" Paul whispered into her ear, pulling her close and flipping her soft hair over her shoulder, running his fingers down her back and she felt the hot flush of embarrassment rise up her neck as he looked down at her with a dangerous smile.

"Pauly, c'mon bro, leave her, David'll be back in a minute" the shorter one with tight golden curls warned.

...David...

Beth's mind froze, every muscle in her body tensed and her heart pounded so hard she thought it might beat right out of her chest.

"Sorry princess, maybe another time" Paul said with a lopsided smile as he slipped his arms from her waist and all three guys swaggered back to their bikes, mounting them gracefully.

The echo of the growling engines startled her, bringing her back to her senses and she stepped toward them quickly.

"Wait..." she yelled above the roaring engines "...who's David"?

The one with the curls snapped his attention to her at her outburst, his gaze running over her slowly, he sighed heavily and gestured for Paul and his darker friend to go on without him and they sped off without a backward glance into the night.

Beth summoned up all her courage and walked right up to the guy atop his big black motorcycle, the sound of its hypnotic purr reverberating through the electric atmosphere.

He studied her, instantly recognising how she could get under someone's skin. She was beautiful and brave, her small delicate frame shaking in the night air, her big brown eyes held a fire newly ignited, her golden-brown hair whipping about her beautiful face.

He looked away, sighing heavily, considering his decision one final time but his attention was drawn back to her as she placed her warm, hand atop his and he closed his eyes, revelling in the warmth radiating from her hand onto his cold skin and travelling up his arm.

"Please..." she begged.

He swallowed hard, looking down into her big, watery doe eyes.

He was going to regret this.

"He knows you're here" he said darkly, a serious expression hardening his angelic features and he had to grip the handlebars of his bike hard in restraint as he heard her heart skip a beat...