Disclaimer: ok, NEW CHARACTER THAT I OWN!!! Sweet. Ok I only own Vivian and Geena.

Authors note: yeah, I know how the last chapter was short and lame, so I'm hoping that this one will make up for that. If not, I'll try harder next time.

Chapter Five: Close to the Flame

It was Saturday, her actual day off. Vivian welcomed it because she swore she was loosing her mind.

The bandage was gone from her hand and the balcony; but the mess was still in the bathroom.

What if this guy was real? But what kind of person could heal a wound that wasn't even 24 hours old? How could he have been in her dreams and known what happened? Did he know about the almost kiss? That question horrified her more then the others. And what the hell was with his hands? They were like ice one minute and fire the next. They weren't like that on the roof or in her dream.

At this point all the glass was gone; all that was left were droplets of blood. Vivian got down on her hands and knees and began scrubbing.

It was an odd thing, most likely just a coincidence. Every time she saw him it was nighttime or just still dark. On the roof, it was nighttime. Yesterday morning it was still dark outside because it was so early. Last night. Vivian decided it was nothing and kept working. He must work during the day and only has time to creep her out at night. But how the hell did he get up on her balcony? She was on the top floor and the fire escape was on the other side. She supposed that he might have walked around the ledge to this side. But how did he know that she was going to go out onto that balcony. There are 7 balconies altogether on this floor, all of which where connected to her suite.

Vivian decided to go for a walk to clear her head.

The chains on her pants whipped at her legs. The cut off tank top exposed her black rose bellybutton ring. The sun beating down on her neck, getting a slight breeze from her swinging ponytail. The converses completed the ensemble. Vivian's ipod screaming death metal. She got rude glances, but what else was new?

She ended up at the library. What the hell, why not? She pushed through the door and took her music out. Vivian felt right at home; it was quiet and pretty much empty.

Vivian picked up a few books and made herself comfortable in one of the squishy chairs. Before she knew it, the librarian was tapping on her shoulder telling her it was time to leave.

It was dark outside and a long walk home; but she didn't mind. Vivian loved the dark, at this time of night was when hookers and rapists where out and her freakish guardian angel wasn't there to hold her hand. Humph, yeah… right.

Despite the danger, she still took the alleys. She did meet someone; but he was so drunk, he couldn't even stand. At least, that's what she hoped.

Eventually, she did hear footsteps; but it was probably just her freaky stalker. She turned down another dark alley and the footstep quickened. Trying desperately to save my life?

It all happened so fast, she didn't even have time to think. The footsteps caught up with her and had a knife to her throat.

"I know you know who he is, so don't pretend other wise. Where is he?" came a females voice in Vivian's ear.

"I don't know," the blade tightened right up to her neck. "I didn't even know if he was real, I thought he was some one I made up. He just randomly shows up." Vivian wasn't scared in the slightest. She was actually hoping this woman would cut her throat, end her suffering.

"Then we shall be expecting him soon?" she stated.

Vivian shrugged.

"So I take it he hasn't told you?" she asked, laughter in her voice.

"Told me what? That you're a bitch? Nope, hasn't mentioned you at all," Vivian answered, total seriousness in her voice.

"Why you little-"

"Leave her alone, Geena," Came his voice.

A flash light clicked on somewhere behind Vivian and lit up the alley. He was crouched on the dumpster, his hands supporting himself on the lid. It looked like he had just landed from a jump.

"Ah, nice of you to join us, Ville." Geena said slyly.

Ville jumped off the dumpster, his trench coat fanning out while he was in mid air. His landing was graceful. He stood up straight; his arms at his sides. He had his stocking hat on and a look of absolute seriousness.

"Let her go," Ville demanded.

"As you wish. Take your little play thing," Geena pushed Vivian at him. He caught her in his arms, then pulled her away and looked in her eyes.

"I'm sorry," and for once, Vivian actually meant it.

Ville pushed Vivian behind him. She could swear she could hear him growling, but wasn't sure.

Geena advanced with the knife.

"You know that will do you no good," Ville spat out.

"You under estimate me, little brother," Then Geena pulled out something else, but Ville pushed her farther behind his back.

Ville took a step back, obviously feeling threatened. His growling increased.

"Run Vivian and don't look back," he commanded. Not looking away from Geena.

Vivian ran out onto the street. She heard a roar that sounded like a mountain lion, but she didn't turn back.

This night reminded her much of another night. She ran, crashing into random people. What if he died, it would be all her fault. Just when they where starting to get along… just when she was starting to like him. Dead and it's ALL YOUR FAULT! That line screamed through her head as she ran.

Vivian ran into the suite, slammed and locked the door. She leaned against it, breathing hard. The she pushed away and walked into her dark bed room. Vivian ripped the curtains aside and opened the french doors. She almost walked out on the balcony; but it reminded her of him and that was the last person she wanted to think about. Vivian left the door open and sat on her bed. It also reminded her of him. What was his name again? Ville. Why was she so attached to Ville??? She laid down on her bed, back to the door. She stroked the sheets, tears trickled sideways down her face. Dead and it's all your fault.

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Ok, so there it is. Please read and review. Thanks to all who have reviewed so far, that really means a lot to me. And if anyone doesn't get why I titled the chapters the way I did, just ask, I will explain. I promise. It's not just me picked a random song title.