Chapter 2: The Same Person

"Get out of here, now!" I threatened, feeling familiar powers swoop through my raging pulse, clouding my mind with a need to protect myself from the uninvited being.

"I've searched for you for too long to leave you now." He said; face still concealed by the darkness that was his ultimate weapon at the moment.

"You don't know me at all!" I screamed, a dim light radiating from my frightened body.

"But I do, Elizabeth." He revealed my true name, a name I had been given at birth but later changed by my adoptive parents. A name full of sadness to the one person who it belonged to.

"What?...How?" I gasped from surprise, tears seeping out of my scared orbs, trickling down my cheeks and leaping off the edge of my jaw.

"We've been together before. You gave me everything you could possibly give me. You are a part of me whether you like it or not." He confessed more details that seemed too jumble for me to comprehend correctly.

Suddenly I felt my powers leave my body, abandoning me, having me fend for myself in my original human form. I was completely confused as to what was happening. My powers had never diminished in front of someone else before as though the very monster within me knew the true person hidden in the blackness, leaving me in the dark with provable guesses.

Feeling absolutely vulnerable and perplexed, I relied on my human instincts for the first time in a very long time. I slowly backed towards the front door, the stranger remaining where he was, nearly allowing me to escape. I took the opportunity I was given and swiftly turned around, racing to the front door. I grasped the doorknob and twisted urgently, trying to yank the door open but forgetting I had locked it as soon as I came home. I fumbled with the protector of the outside world, the lock not budging as I pulled harder.

Hot breath tickled the flesh of the back of my neck, sending waves of terror to consume my body in a desperate mode to get free of being held captive in my own home. A firm hand was placed upon my shaking fingers still hooked onto the lock, his body pressing closer to me, pinning me onto the door. My heart raced with fear, a light blanket of sweat soaked through my open pores. My mind raced with only one major objective that I was attempting greatly to accomplish but I was afraid of what would happen to me if I were to fail. Would I be able to rely on my powers or be forced to succumb the punishment of an average individual woman?

With all the force I could muster, I slammed my body against the predator, knocking him back as he tripped over the back of the couch. I ran towards the house phone, quickly seizing the object before he could capture me once more. I darted across the room and entered my bedroom, shutting the door behind me as I switched the lock on. I turned the phone on; quickly dialing for the authorities only to realize there wasn't a dial tone. I tossed the phone against the wall out of raging frustration. I being preyed upon by a psychotic man and I didn't have any way of calling for help. I was all alone in the spacious apartment with a potentially dangerous individual and no body else knew about it.

I leaned against the wall farthest from the door, curled in the safety of a corner where all the room was within my view. Tears sprang from my eyes, streaming down my cheeks as I tried to think of a possible escape method with erratic emotions. My body began to shake from my chaotic nerves, heart gradually slowed to a regular thump. My intellect was arriving short of any ideas. I had only one escape and that was the front door, the predator remained in the living room. I could not escape by merely leaping out of the window, this time I couldn't rely on my powers to save me from an awful night that had come true in a matter of a few minutes.

Unexpectedly the deranged man pounded on the door, trying to bust through the rather thin wood. I hastily stood up, preparing myself for what was to come. The outsider burst through the door, breaking the wood in half as he entered the room. I glared at him, striving to intimidate him but gloom overtook the room, making my vision hesitant on his exact location. Footsteps inched closer to me as the carpet beneath the burly man began to crunch underneath his hefty feet. Feeling him getting closer, I took in a sharp breath and dashed passed him, barely escaping his masculine arms. I bounded out the doorway and loped around the corner to my only escape.

Once again I struggled with the lock; I yanked roughly on the chain, breaking the stopper. I summarily jerked the door open and ran out of the apartment, feeling my freedom grasp me with firm hands and thank me for my courage.

Abruptly my hope was shattered when dense arms wrapped tightly around my waist, dragging me back into the apartment. I scraped my hands along the wall for something to help me escape the familiar embrace. The stranger dumped me on the floor and closed the door, standing before it, daring me to try and escape again. I quickly crawled away from him, fear gripped my system greatly and I was no longer able to put forth any more courage. A hand wrapped around my ankle and heaved me to his feet with fast movement. I screeched for any type of assistance but no body answer my pleas for safety. The being before me, crawled on top of me, pinning my lower body to the floor as he lowered himself onto my waist, supporting most of his weight on the backs of his legs. I beat my fists against his hard chest, trying to stop him from doing any further damage. He simply caught both my wrists, shoving them above my head as he firmly held my upper body to the rough wooden flooring. Tears escaped my orbs, my mind flashed images of what was more than likely going to happen next. In all my years of living, I never wished for death as much as I did at that very moment. I wanted to be put out of my misery before the agonizing torture began; forever engraving my mind with horrific memories of a past I wanted to forget completely.

"Please, don't do this to me. I'm begging you not to do this to me." I desperately pleaded, my voice squeaking as I continued to sob.

"I'm not going to harm you, my Anastasia." He cooed closely to my ear and pulled away. He brought his hand to his face, removing a covering that had concealed his identity as well.

A bolt of fresh lightening flashed outside, providing momentary lighting in the room. I gasped with sudden shock, my globes immediately locked with the very grey orbs I thought I forever destroyed, shaggy platinum blonde hair whipped to the side of the same handsome face that had long ago captured my heart, never able to let go of all the precious memories we shared.

"Draco…" I breathed with astonishment from the living form before me, still pressing me to the floor.