It was a cold rainy day in the last days of August when they came for her. She had been so busy working in the lab she kept in the basement that she hadn’t notice never mind seen the three hooded men coming down the street. She had been so busy creating a cure for her disease that she didn’t hear the door bell. She, however, was not too busy to hear the screams that came from her mother, and her father. It wasn’t too long after that, as she scurried through the hatch that lead from the basement to the outside, that she heard her brother and sister scream. Then there was nothing. No sounds, no movement, nothing going on inside the house and she panicked. All she could do was run, she had no idea where she was going, or what she was going to do, but she knew that if she stayed she would be killed herself. The men in the hooded robes were looking for her, she could hear them talking about a dark lord wanting her as they were passing by the small shed she had jumped into quickly to hide.
She moved quickly, something she shouldn’t be able to do in three inch heels she was wearing, into the trees behind her house after they had passed by and she was certain they were gone. As she entered the woods she ditched her white doctor’s coat because it kept getting caught in tree branches and ripping. Plus it was just slowing her down as the rain made it The rain was cold for August and she found herself shivering as her black hair pressed down her bare back. She had chosen to wear a white halter top, which was now completely see-through, underneath her clothes. On her bottom half she wore a pair of black pants and again three inch black heels, not an ideal outfit for running from… whatever or whoever was after her.
As she finally made her way out of the other side of the woods, which took her god knows how long, seeing how it was still raining and still very dark out, she hit pavement. As soon as she heard the click of her heels hitting the pavement she paused her travels long enough to pull them off and drop them to the ground. The gravel hurt her feel but she needed to get away and it was faster to run in bare feet. She looked behind her as she heard a snap from the woods. She could see the three men come scrambling out of the woods, looking angry and wet. They were definitely getting annoyed with having to chase her around. Of course, if she had been them, she would have ditched the ridiculous robes… after all, it wasn’t Halloween and those would only slow them down. She was actually grateful they weren’t taking off the robes. They made her faster then them, which gave her the advantage. She took off at her full speed, running as fast as she could, trying to put as much distance between them as she could.
She didn’t know how long she ran or where she was running to, but she kept running until she was out of breath, she kept running until it hurt to breath and then she pushed herself more. It seemed like hours before she finally fell exhausted, who knows how far from home. She lay in the middle of a sidewalk with the rain still pouring down on her. She was shivering and she had begun to cry. Even though she was an adult, she had just lost her family. She was mourning and crying for her parents, no, her father had been abusive and her mother a drunk. She loved her parents, but she couldn’t come to cry over them. Instead she cried over the loss of her younger siblings. Her younger bother and sister had been fifteen and twins and now they were both dead, because apparently they wanted her. She didn’t know how long she was out, but when she woke she was laying in a bed in a dark room, lit with only a candle on a small table next to the bed.
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He had come home from the meeting in a foul mood. He had been at the meeting with the order and they wanted him to keep doing what he was doing. He no longer wanted to do it, he was growing tired, but he had made a promise as he had been so graciously reminded today after the meeting. He made a soft irritated noise to himself as he made his way to his house. He would have gone straight in since it was pouring out, but something caught his attention. There was something in the middle of the sidewalk and as he got closer he realized it was a woman. She couldn’t have been more then twenty, but she looked like she had been through hell and back. Her white shirt was ripped and see-through in the pouring rain, her pants dirty and her feet bare, bruised and cut up. She looked as if she had been running from something or someone, and she had just fallen here in the middle of his sidewalk from pure exhaustion. He sighed but continued into his house before he turned back to look at her.
He wanted so bad to turn his back on her again, but no matter what, he just couldn’t leave her there, not only was a feeling of guilt surging through him as he had did, but curiosity rang through him as well. He wanted to know why this small, black haired, tan-skinned woman was laying unconscious on the side walk outside his house and why she looked so beat up. He hadn’t failed to notice a few cuts and bruises on her face and some nasty looking bruises on her arms as if someone had held her too tight on her biceps. He wondered where she came from and how some one so tiny could survive this unusually cold rain in only the halter top and pants. He kneeled down next to her and touched the side of her neck. He wanted to make sure she was still alive. After confirming it, he determined that since he couldn’t just leave her there, he would bring her inside.
He stood slowly taking her with him, lifting her up as if she weighed nothing at all. He brought her into his house and he took her straight to his room. He had to do his best not to notice that she didn’t wear a bra underneath the see-through shirt. He felt himself swallow nervously, something he wasn’t accustomed to. He hated the feelings that were surging through him, feelings he had tried to train himself not to feel. No, he wasn’t going to get attached to this woman in his arm. He was going to help her for the night then send her on her way in the morning. If he had been smart, he would have left her… he wouldn’t have gotten involved with her, but no one ever accused him of having the greatest judgment. He sighed as he laid her down on his bed and lit a candle of the small table next to the bed
Quickly, before he had time to change his mind, he pulled the shirt off her head and pulled his over her head. He then pulled off her soaking wet pants and pulled on the boxer so she was covered. He let out a sigh trying not to think about the way her body looked on his bed. She had beautiful tanned skin, which had been sooth under his finger tips. Her hair had been smooth, but due to the wetness of her hair, he wasn’t sure if it was silky or not, maybe one day he would find out.
Before any more inappropriate thought could race through his head, he pulled the blanket over her body, coving it from his view. He took her wet clothes and using the wand he had just taken out from his pocket, he cast a spell to dry them instantly. When they were dry he placed them neatly folded on a chair in the corner of the room where she would be able to find them when she woke up. He went to the door of his room and turned to watch her for a moment. She looked rather peaceful for someone who looked like she had run with the devil himself on her heels. He made a disapproving sound when he heard a knock on the door… he hated when people show up unannounced on his door step, bad things usually happened and with the woman that was in his room. The one that showed unexpectedly on his door step, was about to give him one hell of a surprise when she woke up, a surprised that would shock him for the rest of his life.
