"What did you just say?" I asked. I'm pretty sure that I heard Steven say that he had imprinted on me, but then again, I'm not sure. Can't you only imprint once?

"Myren, I imprinted on you," Steven said, leaning closer to me.

I scoffed. "Okay," I said. "Look Steven, I already know that you imprinted on Nikki."

"Me too, that's why I don't understand this at all."

"But Derek imprinted on me."

"I know that too!"

"This is a really crappy joke. You obviously didn't think this one through."

"It's not a joke," Steven said, his face now directly in front of mine. "I don't understand it either. I know that I had imprinted on Nikki and she was my world. However, the first time I saw you, you were at school. I saw you while you were in your Spanish class.

"At first, you didn't spark my interest at all and I wanted you dead. However, when I found out that Rhett had actually wanted to kill you, I got so... mad. I couldn't believe the way I was feeling at first. I thought that maybe I just wanted to kill you myself. Then I saw you again and at that moment, I realized that I didn't want you dead, but with me."

"I don't get it," I said.

"Well, you see. Since I imprinted on you, that means that I don't ever want you to die," Steven explained. "So I secretly told myself that I would protect you from any harm. Rhett had wanted to kill you, so that's why he had to die."

"Makes sense."

"Not really. This shouldn't be happening. I imprinted on Nikki, she died, Derek imprinted on you, and now I imprinted on you."

"Maybe your want for revenge is such a powerful emotion that you're mistaking it for love?" I have to say, that was about that wisest thing I ever said.

"That's not it," Steven said, still so close that our noses were touching. "I feel the same way about you, if not stronger, than I did about Nikki. I remember the pain I went through when Nikki died, so then I decided that I wouldn't let you leave me and the smartest way I could do that was to make everyone think you were dead. That way, I can keep you here in my house all to myself." I could see straight into Steven's eyes, seeing the want and need in them. Uh-oh, he really did imprint on me.

"I thought you were dating Nikki's sister," I said.

"Nikki doesn't have a sister, she was an only child."

"Oh. Well I already accepted the fact that Derek had imprinted on me and therefore as your new imprint, I command you to release me. Now."

Steven chuckled, a fake one. I could tell that he didn't think I was funny.

"You're not going anywhere Myren," he said. "As I said earlier: you're staying here with me."

That sucks. "Can you at least untie me?" I asked. "These ropes are really starting to hurt me." I made sure to look as if I was in pain. Knowing how Derek reacts to when I'm in pain, this should be guaranteed that Steven will untie me.

"Fine," Steven sighed. Carefully, he pulled on the ropes at the knot and they became untied.

I sat up on the couch and stretched out my arms.

"Is that better?" Steven asked.

"Very, thank you," I said, running my hand up and down Steven's muscular arm. I figured that if I make him think that I'd fallen for him, then he'd be willing to let me have more freedom, which would allow me to escape.

"It's no problem," Steven replied, sitting on the couch and putting his arm around me and pulling me closer to him. "Now can I ask you a personal question?"

I thought it over. "That depends," I said. "What do you want to know?"

"Just answer truthfully," Steven said. He was beginning to feel a little sweaty now. Perhaps he was embarrassed by the question? "Did you and Derek ever... you know?"

"What?"

"Have sex?"

"No," I said. "I'm a virgin."

"Good," Steven sighed with relief. "Then I'll be your first."

"What?" I shot up out of the couch.

"I'll be the first person you have sex with," Steven said calmly. "I've already done it, with Nikki. So I'll be the more experienced and most likely dominant."

"I'm sorry, I can't do this," I said. I began to walk off in the hall and found the bathroom. I went inside and closed the door.

"I know this is a lot to take in," Steven said from outside the room. "Just come out when you're ready. I'll give you all the time you need."

I sat on the sink and looked around the bathroom. There was no window. I usually hate bathrooms that have windows, but right now, I would really love to have one.

I think I stayed in there for two hours, just sitting on the sink, thinking up ways I could escape. My best plan was to fake an injury, like a broken leg. Then Steven would take me to the hospital and I could tell the doctor that I was kidnapped.

My other plan, Plan B, is to just sneak out of the house when he's asleep or on patrol. Does he still have to do patrol?

Then my absolute final Plan, Plan D (I couldn't think up enough plans and I forgot Plan C) is to just take off running in the living room and throw myself into the sliding glass door. If I gain enough speed, then I'd be able to crash through the glass, cutting myself up, which should attract a vampire. Then the vampire will come (hopefully it's Edward) and they'd help me out. I highly doubt this one will work, so that's why I'm saving this one for last.

I walked over to the toilet and made myself throw up.

"Myren, are you okay? I hear you vomiting," Steven said, not even a second after I began to barf.

"I feel sick!" I whined. "Take me to the hospital. I think it's a virus."

"I studied medical in college, if you get hurt or anything, I can just fix you up here." Well there went Plan A.

"I feel better," I grumbled. I walked over to the sink and rinsed out my mouth and washed my hands. I then unlocked the door-

Steven burst into the bathroom and took me into his arms.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

I could only mutter a few grunts, considering my face was shoved in his chest.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

I managed to get my face out of his chest. "For what?" I asked.

"Your first."

I was shocked beyond recognition. I thought he said that I could have all the time I needed! "No."

"I'm sorry Myren," Steven said. "It's just that I know that you still have feelings for Derek. I think that if we do it, then you'd see how perfect we'd be together."

Steven picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. He then began to walk into the bedroom. He closed the door and threw me on the bed.

It was very similar to Derek's room, the fact that the bed was only piece of furniture in the room. However, the bed was a twin size!

Steven took of his shirt and got onto the bed and pulled me closer to him.

I closed my eyes.