Haven [Tyler Hoechlin]

Prologue

"You have to be joking." Hanna sighed looking at her car. Someone had busted out the windows and cut most of the wires on the old 67 Mustang. "I could have drove with busted windows, but fucking hell." She pulled her phone from her pocket finding that she had no service. No service, no car, and it's getting dark. Her day couldn't get any worse could it?

Sat there for two hours she sat in the front seat singing to herself, hoping that someone would drive by, anyone. She just wanted out of there, the car, she loved that car, but it could stay there and rot for all she cared at the time. She thought she was imagining it when she saw the flash of lights down the road. She got out of her car standing next to it in the road trying to see if they were coming her way. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw they were. If they were going to stop was the question. The car didn't seem like it was going to stop when it raced past her skidding to a stop around ten yards down the road. The tail lights flashed as the car started to back up coming to a stop right in front of her. The window rolled down and Hanna felt like she was in a movie, though wasn't sure if it was a horror movie or some cheesy teen romance movie.

"You okay?" The person in the car asked. Hanna could see their face, but as they opened the driver's side door she could see who they were. Well she didn't know them, but she could see their face. Male, late twenties, black hair, scruffy but filled in beard, green eyes, probably around 6 foot tall, and an extremely grumpy face. The man stood from his car, which Hanna realized with a 2009 Chevy Camaro; one of the nicer models to say the least, though what Chevy is truly 'nice'?

"I'm fine, my car not so much." She sighed looking over her shoulder at the car.

"Besides the obvious, what's wrong?" The man asked walking around his car to look at hers.

"Besides all of my windows being broken, most of the wiring has been cut. I don't even want to know what else was destroyed." Hanna sighed as the hood of the car was propped open.

"This isn't a pretty sight." He said looking it over.

"Yeah and the price tag to fix it won't be either. If I can even think of getting it fixed. Oh and the tow truck cost whenever I phone service. This day is fantastic." Hanna sighed leaning her head on the cold metal of the car.

"Well I can't fix your car like magic and save you from all of that, but I can take you home if you'd like." The man smiled.

"I could never ask you of that, but I'm going to and accept your offer because I really don't want to stay here overnight. Thank you." Hanna said shaking the man's hand.

"It's no problem really. My name's Tyler by the way. Tyler Hoechlin."

"Hanna, Hanna O'Brien."

"O'Brien?"

"You've heard the name before?" Hanna asked giving a weak worried smile. When most people hear her last name there is some kind of panic, though this guy didn't seem like the type to freak out over something like that. He wasn't a teenage fangirl.

"A few times, nothing major." Tyler smiled, Hanna knew there was something else in that smile, like it was really a smile. More of a smirk, though she wasn't sure what was hidden behind that smirk. "So we should get going, unless you want to stay out here all night." Tyler said as the sound of a pack of Coyotes started their yipping.

"I'll pass because they sound close and pissed." Hanna said grabbing her bag from her car and her keys before walking over to Tyler's car, he smiled holding the door open for her. "Thanks." She smiled. Tyler didn't say anything as he ran around to the other side of the car starting it, the heater blasting instantly making Hanna realize that she was chilled to the bone.