Sadly I do not own CHLOE KING, this story is purely my own twist on an already amazing series.

"What do you mean she got away!" A deep mans voice screamed down the phone line "Twenty members of the order where there, and they just managed to get into their car and drive away!" Silence occurred on the other end while all I could hear was heavy breathing from my infuriated boss.

"It wasn't like that Sir" I paused to see if he would stop me "It was as if he had an exit strategy all along." I was speaking slowly.

"Of course he fucking has an exit strategy! He fucking lived there!" I could here a long sigh on the other end of the line. "Put Biz on." I handed my phone to the chubby little man in the Hawaiian shirt. My head is going to be on the end of a spike by the end of the day.

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It took twenty minutes for Alek to return with some firewood. In his absence I had tried the hot water in the bath. Cold. I had tried to dust the couch. Pointless. And I had tried to find any amounts of signal in this cottage. No bars. I sat in front of the fire trying to warm up my hands. Alek pulled of his jacket and draped it over my arms.

"I would keep that if I was you" I said handing it back to him "I stole all of the blankets from your bed and placed them on mine." I wasn't looking at him. "It might get awfully chilly over night.

"Well we could always share a bed" I shot him a narrowed glance "or not." He walked over to the windows staring out.

"Finally" I heard him mutter when several minutes had past. I could hear the sound of a vehicle come to a halt outside the front door. The soft knock on the front door made my body go into fight mode, claws and all.

"Its fine" Alek grouchily said to me as he opened the door. I returned to normal. The postman had a quick look at Alek then over his shoulder at me before giving Alek a rather large box. Alek signed for it and thanked him.

"Oo what's in the box today?" I stated with a slight role of the eyes.

"Supplies" He responded whilst ripping the tape with one of his claws. Alek started to pull out a few food supplies and clothing which someone, probably Jasmine, had taken from my house. He lifted out a letter and chucked it to me. On the front scrawled in perfect cursive was Chloe. It was from Jasmine clearly.

Chloe,

I know that you must feel frustrated about this whole situation, but it isn't Alek's fault. Mom and the rest of the Mai's are trying to kill as many members of the order as possible so that you may return safely. At the moment it is just too dangerous, and your lives are too precious to spare.

Take care, and please don't do anything stupid.

Jasmine.

I crumpled the letter and threw it into the fire. The hours seemed to pass by with ease, as I stared into the dancing flames of the fire. My mind was racing. Moving in and out of confused thoughts over the order, Brian and…well Alek.

"You look hungry" Alek placed a bowl of pasta in front of me "eat this."

"Thanks" I managed as my stomach rumbled. Alek let out a slight chuckle as he sat down next to me in front of the fire. I took a mouthful of pasta.

"This is really good!" I exclaimed taking another mouthful.

"Thanks, it's an old Petrov recipe" he was smiling at me. What a beautiful smile. It has come to my attention that I honesty cannot refrain from smiling whenever he smiles. It's weird. He sighed.

"I'm sorry about today" he started, staring at the fire.

"There isn't anything to be sorry about" he frowned "I mean despite the almost possible loss of lives" he relaxed his face "everything was really good up until then."

"Really good?" he cocked an eyebrow.

"mmhmm" I nodded staring down at my pasta. "Unusual, but really good." I smiled at him.

"Unusual?" he was moving closer to me.

"Yeah" I tried to keep my voice even "I mean…I never would have picked you for a batting cage junkie or a gaming nerd." I hit a nerve because his face dropped.

"What did I say?" I moved closer to him and wrested my hand on his arm. "Alek?" I said softly trying to catch his gaze. He turned to look at me for a split second, before smashing his lips to mine. Well there's a way to change the subject.

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Of course! How could I have been so stupid! What were they doing there? Why there? Out of all the places in the world, why did I have to find them there?

"Thank you for your service Biz" I could hear my fathers voice through the closed door that led into his study. I knocked softly. A few rustling of papers could be heard through the door.

"You can come in Brian," he sounded angry. I pushed open the door to reveal his lavish office, with darkened wooded furniture and thick curtains. "How was your day?"

"It was fine." I said with a shrug.

"Is that all you wanted to tell me?" he was staring at me with a raised eyebrow.

"No.. I just wanted to tell you that I saw mom today" his face dropped as he pursed his lips "and.."

"I don't see why you go and visit her Brian." He placed his hands on his desk as he stood up "she is gone. Its wasted efforts." He was starting to usher me out of the office.

"You may think that!" I began to raise my voice "but sometimes I still need her guidance."

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