Clare hummed softly to herself as she prepared breakfast for her and Eli. Last night had been great, she never done anything like that in her life. It was embarrassing at first, but she got the hang of it. It was both a mortifying and pleasing experience. She smiled as she stirred the tomato soup she was making.

She squeaked as she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist. "Good morning, beautiful." Eli whispered, kissing her cheek. He rested his chin on her shoulder. "I didn't know you knew how to cook..." She giggled. Of course I know how to cook, silly. Mom rarely cooks, I do."

"Wow. Well aren't I lucky?" He grinned. "That looks good, I wish I knew how to cook."

"It's only tomato soup. It's no big deal. Anyone can make it." She said, turning off the stove. "Yeah, anyone but me." He said, smirking and turning her around so she could face him. He leaned in and and pressed his lips against the shell of her ear. "Eli... Not now." She blushed, trying to push him away. "I need to get breakfast ready."

He smirked and kissed the tip of her nose. He stepped out of her way, watching her with green eyes as she grabbed a couple of old, brown oven mitts. She put them on and set the pot of soup on the table. She went to the cupboards to get pepper when Eli spun her around and grabbed her by the waist. She yelled in surprise.

She squeaked as he placed her on the counter. She stared at him with wide blue eyes, her heart pounding. "E-Eli!" She managed to say. He hooked her legs around him and kissed her. She blushed and kissed him back, sighing. She loved the feeling of his warm lips pressing against hers.

He pulled away after a few seconds, and began kissing her neck. "Mmmm, Eli..." She ran her fingers through his dark hair. "Eli..." She whimpered as he began unbuttoning her blouse.

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!

Clare froze in fear as she heard the rough rapping on their front door. Eli looked over his shoulder, green eyes narrowed suspiciously. He began, slowly, approaching the door. "Eli, wait." Clare whispered. Eli gestured for her to hide under the table.

"Open up!" Came a rough, loud voice. Clare bit back a whimper as she crawled under the table. She hoped that nothing bad would happen to Eli. Did the police finally find her new home? Her and Eli's new home? Eli stood before the door, debating on whether he should open the door or not.

"Toronto police department, open up."

Eli opened the door, and right in front of him, stood two tall, burly men with frowns on their faces. "I'm John Smith." Said the man in front of him, who had thinning brown hair and a moustache. "And this is my partner, Morton Brown." He gestured beside to a man beside him, who was young and had blonde hair and steely gray eyes.

"We were sent out to find a missing girl, Clare Edwards. Perhaps you know her?"

"Yeah..."

John eyed the young man in front of him, he wasn't showing the least bit of fear or nervousness. He seemed calm, uncaring, unbothered. His face cold, emotionless. "May we come in, to search the cabin?"

"Yeah, sure."

Eli let the two cops in and closed the door behind him. 'Don't make a sound, Clare. Please don't move...' The two cops searched the house, most of the rooms. They opened the door to the last room and turned on the light. Morton gasped, stepping back. John just raised an eyebrow and looked at Eli.

"I'm a Satanist."

"I just hope you're not involving anyone with your religion."

"Of course not, sir. I live alone, and I don't like going out." His green eyes turned dark. "Except for food, of course. And stuff I need for the house."

John studied him. "Do you live here, son?"

"Yeah."

"But you're underage."

"I know..."

John sighed. "We need to talk, son. About your living conditions, and the missing girl." Eli led them to the couch, and they sat down. Morton scoffed at the young man. The kid was a real creeper, with him being a Satanist and wearing all black. He was rude, too. Didn't offer them coffee or any beverage. Wasn't polite, was curt and he seemed to glare at him and his partner, as if he didn't want them there.

'Well, too bad, kid. We have to be here. It's our job.' Morton thought as John cleared his throat. "First off, why you living here? Don't you have parents?"

"I wanted to live alone... I hate people."

"Even your parents?"

"No... I just want to live alone." Eli said, his voice turning tense. "Alright..." John sighed. "You said you knew Clare Edwards, where is she?"

"I don't know..."

"You do know..." Morton said. "We talked to the girl's parents, they said that you're her boyfriend. And it was most likely you poisoned the sweet girls' brain and made her run away with you. Now where is she, you little rebel?" John glared at Morton, then looked back at Eli. "Where is she, son?"

Eli didn't respond. "Her parents are extremely worried and concerned. I'm gonna have to take you the station with me if you refuse to answer, or tell me where she is." Eli seemed unbothered by the threat. "Why do you assume it's me she's hiding with?"

Morton snorted. "You're appearance alone, kid."

Eli ignored him, staring right into John's eyes. "You've searched my house, she isn't here. I think it's best you leave."

John sighed. "All we want to know is where she is, where she's hiding. Then we'll leave you alone for the rest of your life. We just want the girl. We questioned all her friends, people who know her. They say you're the only person she spends her time with." He leaned in close to Eli. "Where is she?"

"I already told you. I don't know."

John stood up, running a hand through his hair. "Alright, she isn't here Morton. Let's go."

"What?!" Morton exclaimed. "You just gonna let him off easy like that?" John pointed to the door. "The girl ain't here." Morton glared at Eli, then trudged to the door like a kid. "Thank you for your time, Mr. Goldsworthy." He exited the cabin.

"I can't believe you let him off easy!" Morton complained as they got into the truck. John didn't respond, just stared at the cabin. The kid wasn't lying, didn't look like he was hiding anything, he was dam emotionless. But he still felt uneasy about the young man, was she with him? Was he hiding her?

"Damn, I need a coffee..." He muttered as he started up the car and left.

Clare froze as she heard footsteps pass the table. Her heart was beating wildly, her face pale and tears were in her eyes. She couldn't hear what Eli and the guys that came into their house, were talking about. It was all muffled. She didn't even know if they hurt Eli.

Her heart stopped as the sound of footsteps stopped and the tablecloth of the table was being lifted slowly. She shut her eyes, then felt a pair of arms wrap around her. She screamed. "Clare, Clare it's me." Clare opened her eyes and hugged Eli.

She buried her face in his neck. "I was so scared Eli." She whimpered. "I know, I know. They're gone now."

She touched his face. "Did they hurt you?" He gave her a reassuring smile. "Nope. Don't worry, they're gone now." She sighed, relieved, but her heart still raced. "What did they want? Who were they? Were they the police?" Eli nodded. "Yeah, they were. They were looking for you, but I did a great job of lying."

She gave a small, faint smile. He kissed her forehead. "It's okay... They won't take you away from me. They won't hurt me, or you. I promise." He kissed her pale face. "Wipe that frown off your face, let that worry vanish. Nothing will happen, nothing will come between us, I promise." She looked up at him. "I know."

"Do you trust me?"

"I trust you, Eli." She smiled and kissed his lips. "I love you."

"I love you too."

He smiled and stood up. He helped her up, then carried her bridal style to their bedroom.