Crowley's Pov

I am in my car, driving to a meeting. I was in my office doing my paperwork, my thoughts constantly surrounding Eirin, but then I got a call for a meeting. I smiled playfully as I fingered her name tag. After a few hours of thinking about her I didn't question it, however confused it made me. It went with the flow in my brain. I cracked my neck as I looked outside. Once the light changed to green, indicated by the sounds of cars moving, I drove.

When I passed, a scent filled my nose. Immediately I recognized the smell. "Eirin." My eyes narrowed. "Hospital, why was she at a hospital?" A feeling came over me but I didn't acknowledge it. I 'U' turned and went to the entrance of the hospital. Once parked, I saw her sitting on a bench looking out, deep in thought. Light on my feet as always, I flashed over to her, and grabbed her forearm, pulling her up. She yelped in shock, hurting my ears a little. My eyes glided to her hands where the bandages were supposed to be. A wave of anger came over me. I am going to kill those idiotic vampires for hurting her like this.

Her hands were red and raw, with cotton balls taped to her hand covering the insides of her hands. As this would normally amuse me from seeing a useless human in pain, this made me... angry. Angry at myself for sending those vampires to the human and her getting hurt in the process. I pulled her along when I noticed she was lagging behind. She also looked to be in pain. I flinched and hid my face away from her. I scooped her up in bridal style, holding her. Something was urging me to smell her scent so I did. It smelt like a vampire's hands were on her. I let loose a growl and tightened my hold on her. She stilled for a few minutes as I walked to the hospital entrance. I felt the need for her to be closer, so I pulled her head against my chest, feeling calmer. I couldn't comprehend how small and fragile she was. She was 5 feet at the most and I was 6'3. She was... cute in that way. It made me feel like she needed to be protected at all times. I unconsciously voiced, "Mine."

I was shocked at myself. Since when did I... get to be like this? Protective, tender, and possessive? Of course I didn't exhibit it on my face.

"VIP room." I was already at the desk and payed for it by using my card. The lady looked surprised but managed to do her job. Once finished, she called for a stretcher, to which I ignored, not wanting to let her go. Last time I let her go, she left and now that her wounds were visible, should've had more attention. I walked to the staircase, and sped up through it, hearing her squeal, I smirked. The piece of paper in hand read, 'Floor 42, 294.' Once I arrived she stopped making little cute sounds. I had a sneaking suspicion of what she was to me, but needed to check to be sure. Once we arrived, I opened the door.

Inside, I gently set her down on the bed. Forcing her to lay down because she tried to sit up. She looked up at the pillow, blushing and mumbled nervously, "W-who are y-y-y-you?" I smiled characteristically, and replied, "Crowley Eusford."

She stilled momentarily, shaking a little, she looked down. Studying my face to see if I was the actual Crowley Eusford. I'm not a celebrity, but due to my place and line of work, people fear me, admire me, and know me anywhere just by name. Seeing as she was an employee at NewTime Hotel, of course she should've known who I am, especially since they were trying to score a contract with me, a minister. They wanted some land but I didn't necessarily want anything to do with humans. They were just livestock and play things, until she came in. Well I only see her as a person but others are just food. Eirin looked to be hard in thought as she stared at me.

Finally she questioned, "And why... d-did you... pull me up here just to be put into a VIP room? I only need a regular room, not something... fancy like this." She took a quick sweep of the room with her eyes and then looked down at me. I didn't reply, as a human male doctor came in, bowing profusely, and apologizing about whatever the humans did to anger or displease me. I was tempted to tell him to get out but could only put up with it as my Eirin needed medical attention. I stopped him with a motion of my hand and pointed to Eirin.

He stole a glance at Eirin and looked unsure and surprised. I fake smiled at him and assured him, "Go on. You'll get double pay if your obedient." He looked happy and proceeded to do his job. Thanking me again and again for my graciousness. I rolled my eyes unbeknownst to him. Humans are only after 2 things: Power and money. Anything else is to be seen.

After he did his assessment of her, the male doctor got bandages, cotton balls, alcohol, gauze, and medical scissors from a nearby drawer. He replaced the cotton balls on her hands and said to her, "Come back here in 4 weeks and by then your wounds should be healed. Do you have a guardian to contact?" She visibly scowled at the prospect of contacting her guardian, so I took it upon myself.

"Yes, it's me. Here's my card." The doctor's eyes widened as he accepted the card. Eirin's mouth fell agape as she processed what I said. She was sitting up now, due to his procedures with her wounds. He was adding alcohol and she cringed in pain, momentarily forgetting what I said. Once he was done applying the bandages and gauze, he bowed, and exited the room. Finally left alone with her, I saw she looked relieved at such information, of not having to contact her guardian. She was looking at the bed sheets, fingering them in nervousness.

When she looked up at me, I smiled, and she blushed fiercely. I fought hard to stifle a chuckle.

"U-u-um, t-t-thank you, Mr. Eusford." She muttered, looking down at her hands, entangled in the bed sheets.

"Aren't we over formalities, Eirin? Call me Crowley." I spoke to her, reassuring her with a smile, when she looked up at me surprised. Her blush went away and a shocked expression came upon her face, probably wondering how I knew her name. My hand went to my pocket and fished out a name tag. I held it in front of her face, wiggling it around like yarn to a cat. Her eyes widened as she looked at her chest and fumbled for it in her pockets. She looked back up and bit her bottom lip.

"How-"

"Before I answer that, I have a few questions for you."

Eirin's Pov

After being brought here, rushed up the stairs, into a luscious looking VIP room, he has questions for ME?! Well I shouldn't even answer them, che. Now that I wasn't so shy anymore, I stopped stuttering and the pain was lessening but still there. I turned away from his... okay (SEXY) looking face and burned holes into the beige colored walls. The color of the room was beige, and the dressers were white with gold handles. The bed sheets, pillows, and bed itself was a dark gold with silk decorations embroidered on it. The furnishings were hung on walls, portraying pictures of wildlife and nature. A big flat screen TV at the left, in the corner, was hanged on the wall, put for entertainment for the richest, of which I wasn't. I don't even know why he decided to get a VIP room, god knows what was going through his mind.

"Question 1, who touched you?" My eyes widened in revelation. His eyes stilled and I could notice a cool undertone of anger that was bubbling up. I gulped and turned to face him all the way.

"Um..., a vampire who brought me to a warehouse type place, not far from where I lived." I answered as cool as I could. He nodded and proceeded with his interrogation.

"So, he kidnapped you. Did he have any distinct features? Do you know who he works for?" He bombarded me with queries. I shook my head 'no.' He processed the information, before asking another question.

"Who saved you?"

"Moon Demon Company."

"Hmmmm, so it was them." He hummed while clicking his tongue. My eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"What, do you know who they are?" I questioned. I was itching to know who they were. They came out of now where to save me. And how did they kill that vampire? I heard normal swords don't do a thing. He smiled and said, "What will you do if you knew who they were?"

"Well, I don't know, because one of the ladies there was trapped for 5 years. So I suppose my choice would be to help them, because I strongly hate injustice." Despite me being shy and submissive, I despise people who serve injustice. Just because vampires are stronger doesn't mean they should be treated different than humans. Over the course of years, I've noticed many things people don't normally observe. Vampires being allowed the front rows, being served first in restaurants, and higher pay. In high school, I worked as a waitress. There was a female vampire Co-worker I had. She barely did nothing and dumped all her work on the humans, yet her pay was 50 dollars more than the actual workers. And people don't notice just because this has been going on far more than I can remember. I was still staring at Crowley, our eyes were locked and suddenly the atmosphere got colder.

"Are you willing to sacrifice, even to die, for doing what you are doing? Are you 100% sure you want to actually go through with this? Even if it means pain and possible death?" He inquired chillingly. His piercing gaze looking into my eyes. There was an invisible gravitational push on my body that was crushing me. A power that was bone crushing. It made me feel weak and I hated it. Am I actually willing to put every thing on the line for this? Things are moving to fast for my body. What have I gotten myself into? Is this what I want? Most of my life I've lived shyly and introverted. I didn't want to get into trouble or chaos. But I remember something. A vague memory.

Flashback

I was riding on my bike when it started to pour rain. I didn't care about the rain, but reveled in it. Dad and mom were probably getting worried, but I didn't care. I loved the rain. I stopped my bike as my gaze landed on a vampire and human. Rain was running down there bodies and mine, hitting the ground at last. I saw bystanders. The vampire grabbing the human's neck in a crushing hold. I could heard what she was saying, what the vampire was saying.

"Heh, humans think they're in control, but really what part of them is? The government may reassure you filthy beings, but they're just our puppets. My puppets. They're afraid of us. Every human is. Though the truth has been shielded for many years and humans think they're in control. After the supposed treaty and after our puppets died, sharing the secret with no one, humans think they're in control. Just as we planned. But someday, vampires will take over once again, enslave the humans, just like the livestock they are." She growled out the last part, smirking in a deranged manner. The humans neck crushed and blood splayed out everywhere coating me and the vampire. Plus the bystanders. They shrieked in fear as they attempted to escape. The vampire was so fast I couldn't even see it. All of them were dead.

Every single last one of them was dead. There bodies littered the ground like decorations on a Christmas tree. It was eerie and silent, the only sound you could hear was the pit-pat of the rain, and the slight chuckle coming from the vampire. I was so scared I couldn't move, but I wanted to. I wanted to run and scream and cry. Cry to my parents and never relive this nightmare again. But I couldn't and I was shaking from fright. Every thing was becoming blurry as tears rolled down my porcelain face. A restrained sob came pouring out of my lips.

The vampire swiftly turned her head to me. I shook my head fervently. "I-I don't want," Suddenly, her cold finger was on my lips and her grin was feral. More tears came pouring out in fear.

"How old are you?" She inquired me. I sobbed once more before replying, "T-t-thirteen." She studied my face and recognition flashed over her face. I ignored that and just stayed focused. Focused on staying alive and getting out of here.

She lowered her head so it was right beside my left ear and spoke, her voice sending chills down my back, "We WILL meet again... human." She chuckled out the last bit and proceeded to speed away, like lightning. I was shivering, cold, and terrified. Something burned in my throat before I fell over and threw up. I was hacking and trying to cough out the contents of my stomach. I was laying there on the ground when I heard ambulance sirens going off, in the distance. I fell unconscious, hearing the last bits of wind rolling off my grimy body.

End Flashback

Everything came back to me. The day I woke in the hospital I couldn't remember anything. Although after asked and explained about the incident, I didn't want to remember, but now I remembered, and it turns out it was this important. "That vampire... who was she?" I asked myself. The pressure got harder and I realized that my face was going to hit the bed, granted it was soft. I forced my head to tilt up to meet the gaze of Crowley. For some reason, I was feeling cocky because of the information I had, and half smirked at Crowley. I didn't get a good look at him because the pressure increased exponentially. Finally, I hit the bed with a inhale of air.

"See... what can you do when you can't even resist that." He spoke causing chills to crawl around my limbs. I slowly, uncertainly sat up, breath brushing across my lips. I shivered in fear and awe. Right in front of my face was Crowley, a cold look on his face. To say I was shocked is an understatement. His hair color was more of a maroon than an actual red. His brown hair looked silky, luring me to touch it. But I resisted, even though it was difficult. His face was perfectly chiseled, with beautiful accents to perfect the look. All in all, he was handsome, and we were way to close. His nose touched mine, and I was sure my face was crimson. I tried to back away, but behind me was the headboard of a bed. "Damn VIP room, out of all things, fancy beds, in a hospital!"

I looked into his eyes and unknowingly let loose a gasp, they were so red. They were staring intently into mine and I shuddered. Crowley tilted his head and his face couldn't betray his emotions this time. He smiled and stuck his tongue out, "Just kidding. Geez, am I that scary? You hurt my feelings." He explained; he stood from the bed, and raised his burly arms in a shrug. I let loose the leash on my breath. I didn't notice I was holding it. "What is he doing to me?!" I immediately glared at Crowley and he rolled his shoulders in response. I looked away in a pout. "Wait... pout? Since when did I get so comfortable with him?"

I usually only showed anger and pouty faces at people I legitimately knew. Crowley? God, if I were him I'd puke. I stopped my childish action and turned to him. "You never did answer my question, did you?" I decided to change the subject. He shook his head 'no' and went to the door.

"Want me to give you a ride?"

No matter how much I wanted to, I couldn't accept. I think it's best not to get too involved with this suspicious character. As I was about to say 'no', he intervened and said, "Even if you say no, I'll take you anyway." He smirked triumphantly. When I was going to protest, he grabbed me by the waist, hoisted me up in the air, and jumped out the window. Before, I gasped, now that we were falling down the 42nd floor, I'm screaming bloody murder. Usually I act calm and cool, and calculate my situations appropriately. I was a smart 25 year old, with a bachelors degree, and a certificate in the Japanese language. I don't know why I went for Japanese, but I did, and I never regretted it. It's proper, cool, and elegant. Much how I see myself when I'm not feeling low self of esteem, which is 2.9% of the time.

But now, I had no doubts that I could possibly die, so I screamed. And plus, its a humans' natural reaction to a dire situation. Which meant I was normal, despite my tendencies to hyperventilate, my LOVE for spicy food, my depressing mood, and my anti-social life. He covered my mouth and chuckled. My eyes were getting watery and I ignored the Crowley behind my back pressing into me. As he landed, he didn't let go, which I was thankful for. If he did, I would've fainted or fell to my knees, both of which were embarrassing. He set me down, as I struggled to control my breathing and watery eyes. He rubbed my back absently, as if I was a baby crying for his or her mom. Speaking of mom... I have to call her. It was...

"Eusford, what time is it?" Judging my the looks of the horizon, it was sunset which meant, "7:45." He answered. I looked at him, his hand still present on the small of my back. He smiled and inquired, "Why?"

"I need to call my mom." His gaze at me narrowed and he questioned, "To pick you up?"

I raised a brow at the action but then answered, "No. You don't look to be letting me up anytime soon, and even if you did, you wouldn't let us go, or you'd come with us." I sighed in exhaustion. I rolled my shoulders and hissed in pain. He shifted more to my side. Oddly it was comfortable and... I liked it? Okay, don't do this, not now at least.

"Follow me." He said to me as he started striding towards a silver car. It was a Toyota. The newest one. "Rich people." I fell into step behind him as he opened the door. I stayed close to him, because I was in unfamiliar territory. And body heat. It was close to October and the days were getting chillier and more colorful. I felt nervous once I was in the car. "Is it really okay to be in here?" I wondered. The seats were the softest and plushiest. They were velvet with a black steering wheel. The heat that came on was warm across my cold face. I sighed in content as I leaned on the seat. Kinda like mom, oh yeah... mom. I glanced at Crowley. He had a thoughtful look on his face as I picked his phone up. He glanced at me in the corner of his eye. I assumed he didn't mind because he looked away. I dialed her number and she answered after the 3rd beep.

"M-mom?" I asked tentatively.

"Honey? WHERE ARE YOU? WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! WHAT-" Before she could make me eternally deaf, I pushed the phone away from my ear and exclaimed, "Mom, quiet down!" The noise stopped from the background and I heard sniffs. Oh god, did she cry?

"S-sorry mom... I... know I'm late, and I beg for your forgiveness, so please don't ground me from MY spicy food?" Crowley snorted in laughter but stopped when I put my finger to my lips. He shook his and head and smiled playfully. I glared but quickly stopped from getting myself so familiar with him.

"Eusford, my mom's on the phone, could you not eavesdrop?" I requested, whispering. The phone was enough away from me and him, so that she couldn't hear what we were saying. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion and slight irritation. H eglanced at me before looking back.

"Crowley, didn't I say to call me Crowley?"

"Well, personally I think that we... aren't and shouldn't unless we have a legit reason as to why." I stated.

I didn't notice I brought the phone closer so that my mom could hear what we were saying. His eyes narrowed and he said, "Just call me that."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"N-"

"Say no one more time and I won't hesitate to kill you."

"Grrrrr, why don't you-"

"Crowley, just say it one time."

"Gah! Would you just let me-"

"Because I'm your mate."

Everything seemed to slow at that moment.

"M-m-m-m-m-m-mate?" I questioned.

"Yep." He answered, quite serious for him, for the time I've known him.

"C'mon, you're just playing with me, aren't you?"

"No, it's true." His gaze hardened as he glanced at me. I gulped nervously. I inhaled a large breath but before I could scream in exasperation and shock, someone beat me to it. Namely, my mom.

I blanched in realization. The phone was right beside my lips. I couldn't say anything, not even express my surprise at the supposed fact that was just said, because I heard a thump from inside the phone speaker and heard shouts and a scream or two. "Why MEEEEEEE?!"

"Mom?! Are you okay?!" I shouted into the phone hurriedly. Crowley stopped the car and took a 'u' turn. He swerved the car, ignoring the other blaring horns signaled at him, and said, "She's in the hospital." He grinned while speeding up. Even if his face didn't show it, he was obviously worried for some reason.

My eyes widened in surprise. How did HE know that? Oh yeah, his hearing is very great. I heard vampires had good hearing, but to this extent where he can even know that my mom's in the hospital... wow. Well better put that in my agenda to ask later seeing as how I'm his... mate. Wait... why is she in the hospital?!

"C'mon, speed up, move outta the way!" I yelled rolling down my window and stretching my hand over to tap the horn on the steering wheel. I was sweating expectation of what I would see. Air mask, broken limbs, stab wounds, vampire bites; those were getting more frequent,... a coma? Oh please no. Crowley scowled from his seat and stopped the car because the traffic stopped. I was breathing in trepidation and panic. I was starting to hyperventilate. "Please... let her be okay. Just please let her not be in a coma, or dead. Please..."

I bit my lip as I fanned my face and held the phone to my ear. "Mom, you there? Hello... is anyone there?" No answer. "Please, if someone's there, answer it. I need to see if my mom's okay." I pleaded over the phone. Still no answer. I started shaking abruptly, uncontrollably, as I imagined what she would look like. God, this is too many things happening in one day. I can't take it. I want to go home. And rest. Pretend like this never happened and that I was still a helpless, unimportant, no-life with no friends; justice be damned. Why did it have to be me?

I pressed the button with the red phone to end the call. It signaled no hope in achieving contact with anyone. I dropped my arm as I shook. The car wasn't moving. I was going to faint at this rate. My body was getting chillier by the cold wind rolling in. My heartbeat sped up as I started to take in huge gulps of breath to sustain my consciousness. Unconsciousness seemed better than living in this world. I contained information a person would die for. Suddenly, and without my consent, big fat tears rolled out of my eyes, ungovernable. I sobbed unruly as I tried to repress the urge to whimper like an animal.

I shut my eyes tight, the tears warming my red painted face. Everything came back to me in waves of emotional pain, hurt, and physical pain. Lethargy raged war on my body. I worked my knees up to my face and rocked silently, or what I hoped would be quiet, despite the small sniffles and sobs I let out. I didn't even protest when this happened; I just let it happen. I was engulfed by arms that sizes of totem poles. He must have not had his seat belt on, for his body was straddling mine. Had it been any other situation I would've blushed like mad and try to push him off, but now I felt desolate and depressed. One important detail I didn't tell you was that I get emotional very easily. If something is wrong with me, my mom, or my dad, I get angsty and unsettled. I always cry in private places and scream in my bathroom. Honestly, I'm quite childish when it comes to that.

My mom caught me once and she forced me to go to therapy. It did indeed help but then for some reason my favorite buddy and actual friend that also went to the same institute went away. I cried for days as my only friend who understood me, left and she never came back, not even 2 years later. After that I resolved myself and never cried for the past 2 years, thinking it childish. But now, I believe I had every right too. "Shhhh. It's okay." His breath aerated over my head cooling it, making the sweat dissolve. I leaned into his embrace and wrapped my arms around him. He didn't say anything more but I heard a tiny gasp. I ignored it and asked quietly knowing he would hear me, "Take me to my mom. Please." The cars still hadn't moved, due to some accident up ahead, if the ambulance sirens were any indication.

I was lifted by firm arms and taken out of the car. Horns were beeping at us hurriedly. Half of my body was held bridal style while the other half was cradled against Crowley. I pressed my head into his chest and snuggled closer. I felt really comfortable. "Guess this is what mates feel towards each other." I heard a rustle of clothes and felt a jacket onto my body. I gratefully accepted the jacket especially when Crowley hopped along the cars at full speed, barely making a dent. The wind rushed through my short locks of hair tossing them like fan blades. He finally got to the buildings, hopping along them. Mates... I finally had enough ease of mind to actually think and react to some of the things that have been said. Crowley said I'm his mate. Now that I have that piece of information, it's likely that things are going be different. I hope he doesn't think I'm just going to love him like that. It's not that simple. I've never fell for anyone before, and no one's asked me out. I don't know if I'm pretty but I can say I'm average.

"Which hospital?" He questioned, his voice hoarse. I told him quietly, "Takamine." He turned left and continued on, passing a multitude of cars, of all shapes and sizes. I guessed it was Takamine because that's closet to our house. I stopped crying a while ago, though tears were starting to well up again. I pushed my face against his chest. He rubbed my head with his calloused hand. "Just for now... for now." I thought.

Finally when we arrived he sped through the doors. It wasn't a colossal hospital, but it had 23 floors. He stopped fluently in front of the table. The receptionist was shocked and screamed, so were the other people in the lobby. "O-o-oh my, sir what c-can I d-d-do for you?" Judging by the reaction they didn't get any vampires for visitors did they. And what makes it worse is that I'm bandaged up in his arms. I hope they don't get the wrong idea. I slightly pushed on him for a signal to let me go. He didn't. I got annoyed but analyzed the situation. It didn't look like he was going to answer so I did, "We're here to see Avery Crystal." Recognition came upon her face and she pointed in the direction of a nurse who was waiting.

Crowley swiftly made his way over. Gosh this is sooooo embarrassing. I hope they don't know who I am, or who Crowley is. The nurse was surprised as well as he fell over on his butt. The clipboard he was holding clattered to the floor. My eyes widened. "Why is everyone so shocked?" I pushed that to the back of my mind to be answered later. He scrambled to pick up the scattered papers and stood up quickly. He bowed profusely and motioned this way with his hand. We followed him at a slow pace, me wanting to go faster because this was eating at my nerves.

"You are the daughter of Avery Crystal and Asaf Crystal, correct?" He inquired monotone. I nodded solemnly. Finally standing in front of the room, we opened the door to find my dad and mom lying beside each other, though in separate beds. I stuttered in shock as I stared in disbelief, "T-th-that... why are they both here?!" I exclaimed in surprise. The nurse answered politely, "A few weeks ago, , made a request to move him to our hospital."

My jaw fell agape as I struggled out of Crowley's grasp until he finally relented. I strutted up to her bed and my jaw went back to being closed before I questioned, "So nothing's wrong with her right?" The nurse nodded saying, "Well, she was screaming into a phone when a thump was heard. Other patients screamed and nurses and doctors came to check up on her. She fainted from stress and shock." I nodded in understanding, feeling a tad bit guilty. After all I was the cause.

Which reminded me; I walked up to Crowley and grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the door. I'm sure I looked like crap, what with my tousled and snarled hair and blood shot eyes, I swear someone would mistaken me as a vampire if they didn't look close enough. Fury was running through my veins all the way to my mouth until I let it all out, "Gah, why didn't you tell me I was your mate sooner?! Is it so hard to tell someone how the rest of your life is going to be?!" My face was flushed and my breath was getting heavier. Crowley was being oddly quiet the whole way to the hospital and it was bearing down on my nerves silently. What's wrong, why is he quiet? It's annoying when your supposed soul mate is doing nothing but being a soundless person. And at a time like this?! Ugh! I was feeling really shitty this whole day and things I've never encountered were coming into my life. Usually everything about my life was planned out by me expectantly and accordingly. It's annoying when it doesn't go the way you want and you're interrupted in such a way it gets you this angry when normally your mature and cool headed. My breathing slowed down and I got calmer.

He still didn't answer me and his face was unreadable. He grinned and flashed in front of me, encasing me with his tall stature and his mouth watering muscles. I blushed exceedingly at the intimate contact that seemed to be subjugated to me a lot recently. He whispered seductively in my ear, "Well, you try being surrounded by your mate's scent, so closely in contact, while trying to hold back your desires and comfort them." He hissed the last part, nibbling on my ear slightly. I shivered in shock and embarrassment. "He just...!" I thought humiliated. He licked my ear and neck, sucking one part. "AAAAaaaah." I squealed. My eyes got 5 times bigger. What is he doing?!

"H-h-hey. Stop that." I mumbled, placing my hands on his chest, slightly pushing to gain distance between us. His breathing was heavier and I didn't think I felt that. Oh shit. My face got even warmer, if that was possible. I shuddered. He pulled my body against him and whispered fiercely, "Mine." Before I could scream in panic, a voice fell over my ears. It was soft, deep, and very quiet.

"So... you have a mate." It wasn't a question but a statement. A true statement. I gulped and Crowley stopped breathing and glanced up. His eyes were clouded with lust and some feral emotion. I backed my face away as my body was pressed up onto his body and... thingy. I decided it was not safe to be near him, much less pressed against him. Albeit slowly and struggling, I managed to escape his grasp, through much wriggling and squirming. I breathed in relief as I was holding my breath, afraid what would happen. I looked at where the voice was coming from. It was a 15-16 year old boy standing in front of me with a white cloak on him. There was a sword hanging from his hips. He had sickly pale skin without a single blemish. His eyes were a beautiful shimmering blue with starch blonde hair that looked almost white. I glanced back up at Crowley and saw a glare plastered on his face, coupled with his open snarling mouth towards the said boy.

I looked between them and a question found its way in my brain, "I thought only vampires usually wear white. Most humans don't due to that fact... but then why is he wearing white when he has blue eyes? He's a human, right?" I cleared my throat and Crowley glanced towards me and his gaze softened but the feral look was still clearly presented in those red eyes of his. I slowly made my way to him holding my arms defensively in front of me. He watched my every move with his eyes, growing ever impatient when I was slowing down when nearing him.

I tentatively spoke, "Are you okay?" He didn't seem okay. Was this part of the mates' possessiveness? But this seemed way over board. Kinda of like he wasn't himself, but an animal. He growled and stepped up to me wrapping his limbs around my waist possessively. I squeaked in humiliation. I was screaming inside but remained calm on the outside.

"Who are you?" I asked cautiously. I turned my head to him as Crowley was growling. I was getting annoyed with Crowley's strange behavior.

"I'm Mikaela, and you are...?" He inquired, monotone. My eyes narrowed as I caught a gleam of his fangs. They were pearl white. So he was vampire, but how? Aren't all vampires supposed to have red eyes?

"I'm Eirin. Do you know Crowley?" Please know him. Please know him. Please know him.

"Yes... he's an acquaintance... of mine." He spoke, hatred filling his eyes. That surprised me. Does he despise Crowley?

"It's best to leave him alone. At the rate he's going, he might just rape you." My eyes bugged out of my head. "I'm not ready for that yet!" I screamed frantically in my mind. Just as I was about to ask him to help me, he jumped down a window and left me there. "Oh so he's just gonna leave me here to fend for myself. How nice of him!" Crowley's arm grabbed my head and twisted it to his face. His breath fanned over me, making my eyes watery. His lips were centimeters away from my own. Oh please no! Not yet! Please, please, please, please, please, please! His lips were almost touching my own when he stopped abruptly. Behind him was my mother, flames burning in her eyes. Her anger clearly readable on her soft features.

I sighed in relief when he fell down onto the ground, his grip on my waist diminishing until he finally landed on the floor, arms splayed around him. Wow, he must have really been entranced not to notice Mikaela or my mom sneaking up on him. I looked at my mom seeing her calm down enough to look at me in relief. She came up and hugged me, ignoring Crowley. Part of me was grateful for the break in contact but another part was yearning. Yearning for what? This is really creepy. I should stop and never see Crowley ever again. Finally my mom looked me over and saw my arms. She brought them to her face and examined them. Her eyes were getting watery and I blanched.

"Oh why didn't you tell me you were hurt this bad? And what happened? How did this happen? Who did it? Was it him? Why I ought'a," She walked over to him holding a bat in her arms.

"Wait mom! He didn't do anything!" I got in front her, holding and trying to convince her to put down the bat. Fury was pulsing in her but then she relented. She dropped the bat to the ground and I insisted she get some rest while I go take care of the mess on the ground AKA Crowley Eusford. She eventually complied and sulked all the way back to her room. I sighed, as a headache was coming on. I rubbed my head and bent down to Crowley. He looked so vulnerable sleeping like this. Actually he was knocked out. I looked at the back of his head searching for a knot or bump. There was none thankfully.

I struggled getting him up, but succeeded in the end. I slung his arm over my left shoulder and dragged half his body across the floor. Once I saw a nurse in view, I walked towards him.

"Uh, excuse me. Can you put him in the same room as my mom. Which is... 214." I asked politely. He nodded looking shocked, but proceeded to pick up Crowley, albeit scuffling was involved. He carried him to room 214 and placed him in a bed right beside my dad.

"Is something wrong with him? Because if there is I'll-"

"No!... there isn't, but thank you! Bye now!" I said hurriedly and frantically. I pushed him out of the room into the hallway. I sighed in relief. My mother was glaring daggers at my back and if I didn't answer her soon, she might just cook me for dinner. I turned to her hesitantly. I gained my normal calmness and said slowly, "Mother... I know it's a lot to take in... but bear with me... alright?"

Her glare softened and she hugged me once again."I'm just glad you're alright, sweety." Her warmth enveloped me. I sighed in contentment. This is nice. Crowley was being forceful earlier so I definitely had bruises somewhere on my body. Just what has fate planned for me if I'm his mate? And besides he's a millionaire and I'm... just an average girl who's waaaaaaay to short. God how are we compatible... at ALL?

"So... you wanna tell me what happened?" Mom inquired right beside my ear. Her voice was bitter sweet as it sent shudders down my spine.

"Oh Jesus... Save me."

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