Disclaimer (a/n) I forgot to write a disclaimer in my first chapter….Opps. I bet, though, everyone can guess I am not the author, and neither am I from the publishing, etc. I am just a fan…and a dreamer. I dunno. I am writing this chapter before anyone has reviewed so I don't know if anyone will even LIKE my story idea, but I am writing it for my own pleasure. I need some dark, mysterious man in my life, might as well be fictional, right? Hehe, I know, I am pathetic… anyway: reviews wanted, compliments appreciated, flames accepted.

Catty gasped in surprise. His dark outline made no sign of hearing her. Slowly, Catty stepped into her room and in front of her bedroom door, not closing it, her hand sliding from the outside knob to the other. "What do you want?" She questioned him in a stronger voice than expected. He spun around and faced her now, his eyes dark shallows of blackness. Catty's moon amulet shone brightly and caused Tymmie to wince at the pearly white light.

On impulse, Catty shielded the light with her free left hand. Tymmie crossed the room in strides. Catty was sure he would stop soon, but he kept getting closer, his face dark and fierce. Five feet, four, three, two… His hands slammed on either side of her, trapping her in a cage of his body. The door slammed with a loud thump that could have matched the beating of Catty's heart. Both her hands now where wrapped around her moon amulet, willing it to give her strength.

"What do you want?" She asked again, not so strongly this time. He did not answer her, but instead, to her surprise, his intense eyes wandered from her own eyes to her hair. He cocked his head to the right and moved his right hand up to the clip securing it in a messy bun. He pulled it out and watched Catty's hair fall to her face and shoulders.

She could not hide the confused look upon her face. "What the hell is he doing?" She thought, simultaneously with the constant thought of, "oh my God". His right hand returned to its spot on the wall. She could feel his eyes wandering all over her, first her hair, then her eyes, down to her neck, he lingered at the nape, then his eyes flowed down her body. Finally, his gaze turned to her lips.

He bent down so their noses were barely two inches apart. Catty's stomach fluttered. He leaned over to her right ear. His breath ticked her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "I need your help." He croaked, that silly little half smile lined his face.

Catty unconsciously licked her lips out of nervousness. "What would you need my help for." She barely whispered. He brought his head around to face her again. He stared at her lower lip. He inched closer, his arms bending, enclosing her fully between him and the door.

Catty stared back at him. His dark eyes full of mystery and enchantment. What is keeping her from letting go of her amulet and fending off this Follower off? Her gaze moved down his face, landing on his lips. They were so inviting, but also dangerous. The steel loop through his lower lip caught her attention. An odd thought struck her, "what would it be like to kiss a guy with a piercing like that?" She needn't think of an answer.

He bent down and kissed her. Catty was shocked at first, but only at first. She pushed her way past his strong arms and quickly walked ever to her closet. "What the hell do you think your doing?" She demanded.

Tymmie showed no emotion, he only stared at her with a predator's face. A tiger, when it has spotted easy pray, stares at it with wanting and amusement.

Catty wasn't sure if she had made the right decision, he had tasted so sweet and his kiss was one of deep passion. Her moment of hesitation must have shown, for Tymmie crossed over to her again, this time pinning her against her closet with his hands over hers. Catty, confused on how Tymmie could hold her like this, looked down at her neck, only to find that while she was toying with her precious necklace, she had unknowingly let it fall under her shirt.

Tymmie eyes moved back and forth from Catty's eyes to her lips. Finally, he bent again and kissed her. His body was so close to hers, he was pressing so hard against her. Catty almost screamed with pain and pleasure, but when she opened her mouth, Tymmie deepened the kiss. And she kissed him back.

Catty was not used to kissing, but she must have been doing well from the reactions she was getting from Tymmie. He started to pull away; Catty kept hold of his bottom lip, feeling the cold steel pass though her lips sent a new wave of shivers down her spine.

He stood hovering over her; he moved his arms down smoothly, enclosing her again. She let her hands slide down after his, landing gently on his elbows. He started at her with wanting, thirst, and hunger. Catty felt a surge in her that she had never known before. "This, truly, must be lust." She thought to herself. She let out a small huff and a smile spread across her face.

To her surprise and astonishment, he smiled back. He had a charming smile, really. It was a shame he had never showed it off more. He bent down and licked her on the lips, he moved gently down her cheek, onto her neck, he stayed at her nape and collarbone. Catty's arms reached around him in an embrace. Without warning, he broke away from her and backed up towards the door.

Confused, Catty stepped forward. He gave a smirk at her turned and stalked out of the room. After a few moments of shock, Catty finally regained feeling in her legs. She changed into her pajamas without much thought. She was numb with exhaustion and confusion. Grabbing her little teddy bear she normally slept with, she headed towards her bed, "He is like a tiger." Catty thought to herself, lying down on her bed for a sleepless night.