Here it is! Yeah! I apologize for the late update. Again, I'm really sorry if I have long updates because of schoolwork. Then again, I will try to update as soon as I finish a chapter. ;)

Ian smiled inwardly as his name rolled off her lips. It felt good to hear her voice again. To hear her say his name.

Slap!

He felt heat radiated across his cheek as he winced in pain. He looked back at her with strong eyes. He knew what he did was wrong and he was ready to take everything she threw at him. But he would not run away. He would stay because he deserved it.

He didn't understand what happened next. He found Amy hugging him tightly with her arms around his neck. Suddenly the pain on his cheek was gone. He didn't feel it anymore all he felt was her and buried his face in her hair.

She couldn't believe it. He was alive! She tried to slap him. The slap felt good but she needed something more. She needed to do something else. Then she was hugging him. His scent overwhelmed her senses. She knew this was true. This was no dream. It was all true. Tears kept on flowing. Amy shook as she let everything out.

"Idiot. Bastard. Fool! I hate you! I hate you!" she said as she lightly punched his chest.

She can't think of anything else. All she knew was that he was alive. She smiled as she cried. She wailed as she laughed. Mixed emotions dawned on her. Happiness. Sadness. Anger.

She felt him shift over her. One hand went to the small of her back while the other went to the back of her head. She couldn't prevent a moan from escaping as he pressed her body on his. She mentally cursed as she felt his body. She couldn't help but feel disappointed as he pulled slightly away from her. Their eyes met. She felt like she wanted to cry again. God, she missed those eyes. The story they tell her. Right now it's telling her that he's thinking of something but she didn't know what it is and it seemed as though he has no plan in telling her.

It suddenly softened. She almost melted as she saw the tenderness in them. She felt like crying again but her swollen eyes couldn't take it anymore. She felt like hugging him again. She was afraid. So afraid that he might disappear again.

Wang! Wang! Wang!

They turned their heads towards the sound. After a few moments passed, the sirens faded and they once again found each others eyes. But Amy couldn't help but notice their position. His arms held her waist as her hands were on his chest. She felt the rise and falling of his chest as he breathed. Her face grew hot. She wanted to pull away but somehow a part of her wanted to stay like this and sadly, the latter was about to win. She forced herself to steal a glance at him. She saw him looking at her intently. She immediately looked away, her face red.

"Ian..." she said.

He didn't move.

"Ian." she repeated.

He still didn't move a budge.

"Ian!" she said louder.

He snapped his head towards her as if he was in deep thought. He raised his eyebrows in question.

"Um... Can you please..." she asked awkwardly as she felt her face grew hot.

She saw his face grew red. "Oh...sorry..." he flustered away from her.

An irresistible smirk crept to her lips. Ian Kabra was flustered. Now that was a first. He scratched his head as he avoided her eyes. He placed his hands inside his pocket. He looked so adorable. She frowned at herself. Adorable? Ian Kabra adorable? No way! She crunched up her nose in disgust.

She tried to look anything but him. She was waiting for him to speak up. Why was he not talking? Does he expect her to start? Well, good luck to him because she would not. She won't talk until he talks. If he doesn't want to talk then she also won't. She didn't notice that he was calling her name.

"Amy."

She blinked a few times and looked at him. His hood was over his head again and his eyes were bright blue once again. He had the mask in his hand. He looked right back at her. She realized his shirt was wet because of her.

"Sorry about your shirt." she apologized.

He looked down at his shirt. There was a big wet spot.

He zipped his jacket up. "It's okay." Then he paused and looked at the sky. "Let's go. It's getting dark." he said as he offered her his hand.

She looked at his outstretched hand then back at him. She slowly held his hand and they walked together. Her mind drifted away as they walk across the park. There were only a few people. Some were sitting on the bench. Some were walking out too.

She looked at the sky. It was beautiful. She can't see the sun anymore but it was still beautiful. Orange rays streaked across the dark gray sky. Clouds slowly drifted while the cold wind blew. Trees were swaying as she saw the exit.

Suddenly she felt his grip on her hand tightened. She realized she was not alone. He was there, holding hands with her.

"They took me." he said without even glancing at her.

She looked questioningly at him.

He looked at her."They took me that night. They were there when I got home. I didn't notice. They drugged me and took me away. When I woke up, I was in a room. It was white all over, the ceilings, the walls, the floors. I tried to find a way to escape but there wasn't any." He paused. "They gave me food only through a vent. No one ever comes to check on me but there were cameras on every angle..." Then his voice faded as he saw her, deep in thought.

She frowned at the description of his cell. It sounded so familiar. She pictured it inside her head. It's like she's seen that somewhere. She searched deep within her mind, trying to find the answer. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and looked at Ian.

"The Vespers!" she exclaimed. "It sounds like the one the others were in three years ago when they were taken into hostage by the Vespers!"

He nodded and continued. "One time, they came but they were wearing masks so I couldn't see their faces. They said they were going to transfer me somewhere else. That gave me a chance to escape but it was too easy. It felt like they wanted me to escape. I wanted to go back but I can't. I didn't want to risk it but I was certain it had something to do with it."

They stopped at an intersection and waited for the green signal. This gave her a chance to look at him. He had grown a bit older and taller, of course. There was a light layer of hair on his chin and over his mouth. The bags under his eyes were darker than usual. His hair was messy, not like before where it was covered in gel. Though he was still Ian Kabra.

He still gave off the same aura, making him look so powerful. He was always known to be the handsome, slick and neat guy. But this bad boy look? He looked absolutely hot. She quickly covered her mouth as if she said that out loud. She stole a glance at him, checking if she did. He was still walking beside her but he was not looking at her. She sighed in relief.

He looked at her, an eyebrow raised. She just looked back at him innocently. He breathed deeply and continued.

"So I came back."

She thought there was more to come but he didn't say anything. She frowned at him.

"That's it?" she asked.

"What do you mean 'That's it' ?" he asked in confusion.

"I mean that's just it? No calls! No texts! No reports! Or anything! Why didn't you let us know?" she complained.

He scratched the back of his head. "Well... I didn't have money..."

"Money? How did you get here then!?"

"I managed to meet with a fellow Lucian who helped me get here."

"The Christmas party, then. Why didn't you tell me!?"

"I was...I...I..."

"What!?"

"I saw you were crying, okay? I just thought I ought to give you time!"

This made her shut her mouth. She didn't know what to say. She didn't have the courage to look at him again. Suddenly, they stopped walking. She realized they were home. The door to their apartment was just in front of her. She knew he was looking at her but she just couldn't look at him in the eye. She slowly loosened her grip on his hand. She reached for her bag and took out her keys.

"Bye. I need to go." he said as he walked backwards.

"Where are you going?" she asked without looking at him.

He didn't answer. On the corner of her eye, she saw him walking along the hallway towards the elevator. She slipped the key in the keyhole.

Before entering, she called out to him. "Ian!"

He looked back and saw her enter, leaving the door open for him.

I feel good that Ian's back. :) Anyway, really appreciate your support, love, comments, favorites, follows, everything! Actually, this is my second but it's my first long story. So thank you! And please review!

*Wooooo! Amy must have felt really weird, eh? One minute she was crying and happy that In was back and then the next she was evading her feelings again. Sigh!