A man had Cheyenne by the throat as he demaned anything worth value on her. Getting what he wanted he threw her down on the ground as her head hit a broken beer bottle. Laying defenceless and hardly awake the theif mounted her as he began to tear at her clothes. She tried to fight him off with every ounce of strength she had to offer. Suddenly she felt the mans weight quickly lifted off her as she saw him fly across the alley into a collection of garbage cans. Before the warm red liquid blinded her eyes she saw the back of the person who had helped her. Something told her that it looked very familer as she began to fade away. The man scrambling out of the mess ran away with shear terror as Chris followed him close on his heels. He suddenly stopped letting the man get away as he turned and saw that Cheyenne wasnt moving. He rushed to her and saw that the left side of her face was covered in blood. Picking her up she slightly awakened as she felt the arms around her. Looking up she was able to realize who saved her.

"Chris?" She said in a whisper.

Shocked that she remembered him he smiled as he spoke.

"Where do you live?" He asked before she faded out again.

"Trin..." She barely said before falling back into unawareness.

Lucky enough he knew what she was going to say. She must of ment Trinity Apartment complex it was only 5 blocks from his own place. Gathering her things that the theif had dropped he tossed her over his shoulder as he busted out the driver window of her car. Unlocking the doors he went around and placed her in the back as he jumped in the drivers seat and hot wired the car. Starting the engine he sped off to her home. Chris took her in his arms as he entered the building. Luckly there wasnt anyone around he'd have a hard time explaining this. Only problem was that he didnt know where in the building did she live. It didnt take long untill he used all his instinct to track just a tiny trace of her scent. He found himself arriving on the 4th floor as he traveled to the end of the hallway. She had the corner penthouse apartment in one of the most well known buildings in the city. He traveled past the 3rd door from hers as he nearly gagged when he was hit with a soul smell. Another smell he knew all to well. It was a vampire hunter and one that would kill him if she knew he was here. Then again if they were inside they probably allready know hes here. He reached her door as he slightly twisted the handle and laughed as it was unlocked. Dashing inside he placed her on the couch as he sat in the near by chair. He watched her as the blood started to dry around her face as her cut still bled. Seeing the red liquid slightly slide down her face he had to grip the chair arms as his fangs cried out for her. He couldnt feed on her like that the thought made him sick. She had attracted him for a reason, shaking his head he tried to block it from his mind but with no luck. In certain vampire circles they talk of lifemates. Chris never believed in the idea, why should the dead and damned be given peace through the love of another? The person could be mortal, vampire, one of the last few remaining werewolves anything human being mythical or not. Cheyenne couldnt be his he wouldnt allow it. As far as he was concerned she shouldnt be stuck with the burden of loving a monster. The bloodflow had finally slowed down to a crawl as he noticed the kitchen wasnt too far away. Walking in he fixed up a warm cloth as he returned and sat down on the couch to clean her face. It didnt take but only a few strokes as Cheyenne slowly came to. Like any normal person who had just gone through what she did, Cheyenne sat straight up and tried to run. As soon as she got up she quickly stumbled as she became overcome by dizziness. Chris caught her right before she would of fell backward and layed her back down. She looked around and realized that she was safe in her home and then realized she wasnt alone either.

"Hi." she said seeing that it was Chris.

"Welcome back. How do you feel?" He asked.

"I'm ok concidering what happened."

"Do you have a 1st aid kit here you have a pretty bad cut."

"Its in my bathroom help me up and I'll show you." She said

Chris lifted her up and carried her where she directed him. Stepping into the bathroom he placed her on the countertop and leaned her against the wall so she wouldnt fall off. Finding the kit he grabbed some cleaning pads and band-aids as he cleaned and dressed her cut. The whole time she watched him has he focused on his task. While he was focus on that she focused her eyes on him all of him since she could see him alot better here than in the club. He was flawless, toned body, great style in clothing, and her personal favortie his eyes. She knew there was a story behind them and she had to get him to tell it. Chris stepped back to see if there was anywhere else that she had been harmed. Seeing that there was no such place he placed the kit back under the counter. Everything was slient until she spoke.

"Thank you for helping me......and not biting me." She said looked up.

His jaw dropped as he tried to figure out how she could of known. She saw the mess of confusion on his face and she knew what was about to come out his mouth so she explained before he could get anything out.

"Yes I know what you are. No normal human could have that kind of strength and when he ran away I saw you shimmer and no human can do that. For future rescues you might not want to snarl when your mad because it shows off your fangs." She said.

Chris stood there dispointed that he could be discovered so easily but then relieved that she knew and she clearly wasnt afraid of him.

"So for a mortal you dont seem very scared of me." He said shuffling his feet.

"Strange enough fear is the last thing I feel when it comes to you." She answered.

He raised an eyebrow as he stepped closer to her as his eyes seemed to glow from the light hitting them.

"What do you feel when it comes to me?" He asked pouting his lips.

Cheyenne sat there looking at his lips to his eyes trying to put together a sentence.

"I dont know." She said as she tried to get off the counter.

He helped her down as she slid down his body noticing that his smell was just as great as the rest of him. Leaving the bathroom she saw that it was around 12am on a near by clock. Saying thanks once again she told Chris that he could leave and he didnt have to stay. Of course he replied with the fact that hes not going anywhere since she still had a pretty bad concussion and that he was staying and that was the end of it.

"Fine but you have to do one thing." She said.

"Deal what is it?

"You have to tell me about yourself." She said grinning.