A shiver ran through my body. It was a particularly cold and damp night. My jeans were all but drenched. I peered over at Tom. He was sound asleep. I couldn't comprehend how he could sleep in such conditions.

I sighed. The cold, hard ground would be my only companion until morning. I breathed out deeply and watched my breath condense into the air looking like smoke.

I leaned my head back against the uneven brick of the old post office. I thought I heard footsteps. I automatically turned to face the direction of the sound. The hasty movement made the back of my head brush against the walls edge with a sharp scratch. The numb feeling in my head was gone and I could feel a horrible stinging in its place. I was sure I was bleeding.

I tried to disregard the pain and focus on the sound of the footsteps which seemed to have disappeared. I focused intently on listening. Soon I heard the steps again stepping in a slow, careful rhythm.

I held my breath, praying whoever it was hadn't and wouldn't notice me and Tom. I heard him turn. He grunted quietly. The footsteps stopped. I froze.

Please say the person didn't hear. I silently prayed to God.

Thankfully, the footsteps started again and I could tell they were starting to get distant.

"NOOO! Don't leave me," Tom moaned, jumping into consciousness. This time I was sure that the person had heard. I patted Thomas in a hope to comfort him.

"Nightmares again?" I whispered gently.

"Yeah," he replied. I hugged him tight.

I felt my stomach churn as I realised the footsteps were now coming towards us. I heard a man clear his throat. "Excuse me, are you okay there?" I gulped, unsure of whether or not to speak out. "It's okay," he assured, "I'm not going to hurt you"

I felt Tom squeeze my hand uncertainly. I squeezed back in an attempt to reassure him.

" We're fine, thanks." I said lamely.

"Why, you're merely a child. Are you alone? What are you doing here?" the man asked squinting into the darkness, in a voice which I was unnervingly luring.

I didn't say anything. I wasn't sure how much I should say and whether or not I should trust him.

"Here, take my hand," he said offering his hand. I looked at Tom. He nodded. I reached into the darkness and found the strangers hand. He clasped my hand firmly with a soft yet manly grip.

I stood up and pulled Tom with me. It worried me how much weight he had lost recently.

"My name is Lucifer Hyuuga," he paused, probably expecting me to introduce myself and my brother. I kept my mouth shut. He sighed, "You're freezing. Follow me home, I'll give you somewhere to stay, food and fresh clothes."

He led us to his house which was only about a two minute walk away. He let go of my hand and unlocked the door, it was still incredibly dark and I hadn't had a proper glimpse at the man's face.

He opened the door and wiped his feet on the mat and stepped inside. I politely did the same and nudged Tom to do so too.

I followed Lucifer into a richly decorated room. It was huge. "Have a seat," he said kindly pointing at a very expensive-looking, silk black sofa. I reluctantly sat down, still holding Tom's hand.

My eyes focused on Lucifer's face. He had amazing fair complexion. His jaw line was strong and athletic. His eyes were an amazing chocolaty syrup colour. It was hard to divert my eyes away from them. His hair reached almost half way down his neck and it was unbelievably straight. It was a very light - almost white- blonde colour. He was so beautiful, it was almost inhuman.

It concerned me that I found somebody who was old enough to be my father so attractive. It wasn't natural...