Anastasia's P.O.V.-

The first thing I remember upon regaining consciousness is the feeling of being carried. My eyes fluttered open to see the white tiger's face above me; he was carrying me princess-style in his arms. I must have jolted or something because he knew I was awake and glared down at me before I had the chance to even scream. "Don't move or say a word. I'll break both your legs if you try and make a run for it." W-what? "He said he wanted her unharmed, Jones," the lion, who was walking beside us side-glanced at the tiger.

It's about then that I realized we were currently climbing up a staircase. The area was dark but was lit enough for me to see their faces. If I had to guess, we were probably in some abandoned building. We finally reached the top of the staircase and the lion opened the door at the far end of the hallway. The inside of this particular room was lighter; each door we passed was totally black from under the door crack. The lion and tiger entered with me in toe without a word. I blinked as I was carefully set to my feet. The lion then shut the door behind him, destroying any attempt of escape on my part.

While I was eyeing the door, both men were staring at something- or someone- behind me. My head reluctantly turned and that's when I saw him. This massive, alpha grey wolf. He was sitting in a chair with one hand resting on his lips. He wore expensive-looking clothes and black shoes. The one feature to really stand out from him was his different colour eyes; one was blue and the other brown, almost crimson. He was ogling me, and I do mean ogling. The look in his eyes just now…. My instinctively raised up to my chest as my foot stepped backwards. I swear I'd never seen anyone stare at me with that much desire…. that much lust.

"Well now, what have we here?" I don't even want to describe the sinister, sickening sound of his voice. While Christian's was the perfect mixture of a promise of sin and salvation, his was only sin- pure evil. I could tell by the way he spoke, he wanted to hurt me. More than that- most likely eat me. Oh my god…. My eyes widened in sheer horror. Oh my god!

"A young lamb, as per your request boss," the lion explained. "Well done," the wolf's tongue ran across his sharp teeth hungrily. The sicko then waved his hands at his goons so to shoo them away. "Thank you. You may leave us, gentlemen." The lion and tiger glanced at each other before exiting without another word. I did the door lock behind them after it closed a second time. The terrifying reality of the situation started to quickly sink in; it felt like my mind was in quicksand. They left us… I'm all alone in here… My eyes rolled back to the wolf through the corner of my eye. Alone… with him.

I thought I was actually going to vomit all over the hard-wood floor at the smile he was now flashing me. His hand lowered down from his mouth. "Wow. I wanted a lamb, but I didn't expect them to bring you. You're beautiful….." My arm raised up in front of me defensively; my breathing was very low and silent now. He chuckled, once again triggering my gag reflect. "Awe, look at you; you're scared. Now, that won't do. Hogget tastes best when its tender…. and untouched." This… this monster. I have to get away… I have to get away from him!

"Ah, but where are my manners? I believe introductions are in order. I am Eric Lincoln, head of the Dollars. And you are, my dear?" Like hell I was going to tell him my name! But the yearning deep, deep in his eyes made me want to do everything in my power not to make him angry. He could tear me in half- making him mad at me was a very, very bad idea. He leaned back in his chair, spreading both arms out beside him in a comfortable fashion. "Oh, darling- no need to be bashful. Your name; I just want your name," the way he ended his sentence made me change my mind instantly. "A-Ana… Anastasia…." I uttered with no conviction. "Anastasia? Anastasia…." Oh, gross! The way he savoured my name in his mouth like that; like he could almost taste it…. or me. I flinched once again when his eyes sharpened onto me, or rather my whole body.

"You have questions." "U-uh….." "Well, let me answer a few of them," he proceeded to rest the side of his head on his fist and shut his eyes. I didn't dare say anything, waiting for him to continue, which he did rather fast. "Yes- you're still in the city centre. No- no one knows where you are. And yes- you were brought here for the sole purpose of my consumption." "N-no…." I shifted away from him. No…. no, this can't be real. This can't be happening.

As if to be reading my mind, his nauseating grin grew. "You've had quite a life, haven't you? I can smell it; I can smell him. Your essence radiates your presence in him." "W-who?" Who the heck is he talking about? He chuckled again and I felt like I was going to cry. "You mean you don't know? Why my little cherub, you've been imprinted on." "I-Imprinted?" I repeated, totally lost and terrified out of my skull. What does he mean "imprinted"? I thought only wolves can imprint- they do that on their mates, right? I only know one wolf….. Wait. "Do you…. er, do you know imprinting is?" My eyes began to widen in disbelief. Christian asked me that….

Only then did Lincoln's grin began to fade. His fingers folded out in front of him. "Not that it matters now. Personally, I don't concern myself with all that much; I've never imprinted on anyone before. But…." And he paused, but only for a moment. "But I did have a mate once. Gorgeous creature; stayed loyally at my side for twenty years. I wouldn't have created the Dollars if she wasn't murdered in cold blood right in front of me. And now, each year on the day she departed from my life, I honour her by devouring her favourite meal. Can you guess what that is?" No, this is sick, my feet just kept shuffling backwards. This is beyond the realm of sick and twisted.

"It's been oh, seven years since then? I know, right? Us wolves age wonderfully. But don't worry; I only kill and eat one animal per year. It keeps the experience fresh and meaningful that way," my heart dropped out of my chest and onto the floor when he suddenly stood up out of his comfy chair. His arms rested intently down at his sides. "W-why….?" I couldn't finish my question; I was that petrified. "Why am I telling you all this? Eh, why not? You're about to die anyways. You might as well know why; not that I imagine it's very comforting for you," a tear dripped down my cheek at him taking a step towards me.

Lincoln took another step and parted his lips a sliver. The lust in his eyes right then and there…. "Damn. I mean look at you. I wasn't lying when I said I've eaten lambs before, but you…. You're something else; something precious. Maybe it's that wolf's scent all over you, or maybe…." I had to shut my eyes as he smiled, displaying his fangs to me in a wide, toothy grin. "Maybe it's because you've experienced real fear before. It peppers your meat like seasoning."

Him! My eyes shot open in horrific realization. It's him! He's the one who attacked me that night on campus! The one who killed Tom! He's found me again! Seeing this, I shrieked and tossed myself back onto the floor; I'm not sure why. I think my body just wanted to get as far as physically possible away from him, which wasn't the far considering the size of the room. Lincoln actually blinked at me in surprise, like he didn't understand what I was doing.

"G-get away from me!" My voice cracked as my arm shot up blocking my head. "What are you doing?" Like he had to ask… "D-don't touch me! Don't touch me again!" "Again? Sweetheart, I haven't laid a hand on you- yet," I was almost convinced to believe him by the sincerity in his voice. But I was no fool. "You...! You attacked me at school!" "Huh? What are you talking about?" His eyebrow rose up. "That night! You scratched my arm! You were going to kill me, like you killed Tom!" "Tom? Tom, Tom…. Oh, the boy!" His fingers snapped.

Lincoln then watched me for a really tense minute before relaxing his posture a bit. "I see. So you've been attacked before, have you? No, sorry, sugar. I never attacked you or anyone on any school property. I did give Jones's son permission to hunt one of his classmates a couple of months ago, if that's what you're referring to. I'm pretty sure the boy's name was Tom, but I could be mistaken. As for you, well I can't help you there. All I know is that the Dollars are forbidden from killing or eating lambs," his gruesome, revolting smile returned.

"That's a luxury I reserve for myself."

That did it. I don't remember the next few seconds clearly because my brain shut off and my bodily instincts took over. I think I made a run for the door, forgetting momentarily that it was locked. But while I was struggling to break free in any way possible, Lincoln simply observed me, like he was watching a tv show or something. His grin just kept growing and growing; his finger lifting back up to his lips. Everything inside me froze, my blood ran ice cold at the sudden sensation of a hand grabbing the back of my shirt as he kept whispering to himself.

"Perfect…. You are so perfect."