Author's Note:

So I decided to rewrite the first four chapters just recently because I started them so long ago and, to me, they seemed very juvenile. I'm finally done, so I hope this all coheres well. I didn't make too many major changes but I made it a little better...So hopefully you all like it =) (I promise as you go from chapter to chapter it gets better. I can even notice how my writing has grown from one chapter to the next ^^; lol )

The weather was forecast for heavy rain; there was even flood watch and because of this the highway was actually empty. Only a few people either brave or insane enough were trucking through the heavy weather and in the middle of it all… I was seated on the curb of the emergency lane….

My hopeless little Nissan, leaking some sort of green oil, sat next to me and I held a frustrated grip on my 'out of range' cell phone.

I have to say I was one of those insane people, who, despite all warnings not to go outside, refused to listen to the weatherman. With his forecasts being wrong seventy percent of the time, I just assumed it wouldn't be that bad, but I was horribly mistaken…..Why no, it was not nearly as cold as it had been during the winter, it was just very windy with downpour that seemed like god was throwing huge buckets of water down our way. My once very crisp white shirt, clung to my body; it was no longer as white and I dearly wished I had chosen to wear black today and as for my pencil skirt… as if it wasn't so tight already, it just uncomfortably wrapped heavily around my thighs, making it unbearable hard to do any moving of the kind.

I know I'm jumping to things, after all, how did I ever get into this mess? Why was I even insane enough to challenge Mother Nature? Well to answer in the most honest and shortest way possible, I was getting arranged to be married.

"How's the weather?" I asked the intern as if I didn't hear the continuous tapping of downpour against the window of my office.

The intern solemnly nodded her head. She and I were the only ones left at the studio; while everyone else was smart enough to either head out early or just call in 'sick'; I was in, because for one, I was the editor here at Elzabeth magazine. If I just pranced home early, I'd be short of a job, left with an unfinished magazine and short of a few thousand dollars because I had this unfinished magazine. The intern, Mindy, however, for other obvious reasons; knew that her job was always up for grabs- one slip up and/or one arrogant decision, she'd be cut. This girl was clever enough to know that I'd probably praise her tomorrow for toughing it out today and picking up the slack of my other employees… But right now, like me, she seemed like an idiot for staying.

"I don't mean to pry, but…." I let go of the mouse of my computer. It was futile; searching up a million other weather forecasts wasn't going to change anything. "…why do you have to leave so early?"

I could have easily mistaken that comment for something else if I were some other power hungry, dragon lady of an editor because for one, she could seem like she was bringing this up to point out how she was staying later that the editor, or for another, she could seem like she's trying too hard to involve herself with the higher up.

But I didn't take it that way, one could, but I just shrugged at her, still scrolling down the weather channel's homepage. It was only the two of us here in my office and formality wasn't really needed at the moment "Believe it or not, my parents are expecting me home…" I didn't notify her that I still lived with my parents; she just assumed that they'd invited me for a visit.

Mindy smiled nodding her head "that's nice, is today anything special?" she was playing with the hem of her blouse when she asked me.

I glanced at her quickly from the corner of my eye, combing my brown bangs away from my eyes. She seemed genuine enough in her asking that I didn't feel as if I wanted to hide this fact from her and after all, most of the studio knew about my arranged marriage dilemma. It was whispered mutedly from ear to ear that the editor, such a modern and chic woman, was getting married in such a conservative and outdated way. I was felt so ashamed.

"… I'm supposed to meet my future 'fiancé' today" I couldn't help but make a face when I said it, even though I was just staring at the screen of my computer.

"Oh…"

I turned away from the computer to look at her; she seemed suddenly nervous and didn't want to ask any more questions because she felt this probably offended me.

Although it hurt to know that I'd never really love someone and marry on my own accord, I didn't want to worry this girl that I was going to fire her or something…

"Hey it's okay…" I waved my hand nonchalantly and then lied to her "I've already adjusted to the idea"

She suddenly smiled "That's good! So… um… how do you think he's going to look? Do you know anything about him?"

I paused suddenly stricken "… No" I muttered.

I left about an hour after then, I was kind of sick of her questioning and besides that fact, I needed to leave, pronto, if I needed to make it on time. However, I was human enough to wonder about Mindy's transportation home; she assured me that she'd just rough it out at the lobby with the poor receptionist who also valued her job more than her safety until the weather lit up. I offered a ride even though I really didn't want to drag her all the way home, and to my fortune she insisted I get on my way.

When I was driving around and out of downtown, that weather wasn't as bad as it was now; it was when I hit the highway I found it impossibly difficult to drive.

My windshield wipers, even at such an incredible fast pace, couldn't give me a good and satisfying view of the scene ahead. All I saw were rushes of wind and rain obstructing my vision. I was glad most cars weren't on the roads, if they were, they were just stopped in the middle or parked underneath bridges and tunnels, those men and women were smart enough to reconsider their decisions.

Annoyed and frustrated that nothing was going my way, I shut of the radio and adjusted my seat, took a strong grip of the wheel, hunched forward and narrowed my eyes to get a good picture of the road. Just as I was getting the hang of it, I suddenly slammed on the brakes when I saw a cloud of smoke and steam cover my front window. I rolled the side window down and reluctantly looked out of to see what it was. To my horror, it was coming out of the hood of my car.

You've got to be kidding me…. I've seen accidents like this on highways before and on even televisions shows and while I always knew it was a severe problem I never really knew why this would happen or how to fix it.

I rolled down the other side window by the passenger seat not caring that water was soaking the seats and me; I just looked out and slowly removed my foot from the brake peddle to move the car to the emergency lane. Not like that could ever help, any lane right now could have been the emergency lane….

I managed to move the car into the lane, before the car all together stopped moving even if I wanted to drive it any further.

I sighed; cursing off this stupid piece of metal I called my car and rolled up the windows before I dug into my purse for my phone. It was 6 pm, exactly. I was late, but I'm sure this was a little too early for him to show up at my parent's home. I mean come on, he has to be dealing with the weather himself.

To my luck, when I tried to call either AAA or my parents my phone was 'out of range'…To put it plainly I had no service... Really I think this was all a sign from the divine that I wasn't supposed to meet this guy and having this marriage be arranged was all a horrible mistake.

I slung my bag over my shoulder, turned off the ignition, unwillingly getting out of the car. It wasn't because I was going to fix this car, trust me, I'm not about to turn this into a show for the minimal to zero watchers out here. I obviously value my life….I not going to sit in this car like a sitting duck and obliviously ignore the ticking of the bomb.

So there you go, that's how I'm in this very large situation. I'd given up on inspecting the car and the mysterious green oil leaking from one of the pipes underneath, I didn't know what that meant. Asking for help was also inane because firstly, there were already a rare amount of cars passing by and if I did ever wave for help, no one responded, which was typical, they were all out here for their own sake.

The rain only strengthened in its force; I, my purse, and my phone which was ironically proving to be water resistant were being pounded under.

Although I wanted to punch a baby at the moment- not because of getting late, mind you, but because of my how my stupid car was now useless and I was being showered unwillingly- a car pulled up. I had waved my hand up lazily and somewhat uselessly not expecting at all for the car to stop; after all, it seemed like a very expensive car, a Ferrari, in fact. How did this person ever see past the tinted windows?

My face lit up and my I rested a hand on my chest, relieved. I tried to get up, but I saved the humiliation by just sitting up straight and watching the driver open his or her door.

It was then when I suddenly doubted my decision, for all I knew this person could either be a very old man only now able to afford this car, a middle aged adult with a lot of money who could also be very perverted and stopped only because I was the only female on this highway vulnerable at the moment, or a very young and arrogant bastard who had rich parents…

I intently watched the back of this person's head as he got out of the car and stood up straight. My expression softened when I noticed him turn around and look at me.

This man dressed smartly in a dark black suite and, I believe from where I sat it looked like a very deep purple button down shirt. He was dashing. His face was strikingly angular and it only heightened his features, especially his rare mixture of hazel and ember colored eyes.

He watched me a little surprised that I was actually sitting down in my business attire.

"Are you alright?" he had a minor British accent… as if he needed it.

The man walked quickly around his car and stood in front of me, putting out a hand for me to grab so he could help me up.

I got a good look of him and I suddenly felt this man wasn't real; I was hallucinating from all the rain and exhaustion. A man this gorgeous has never walked this earth.

"I… uh… " I took his hand and he helped me up. I was still swooning over his appearance when his touch, though it was cold because of the weather, gave me jitters.

"I saw the smoke and…."

"Thank you" I cut him off, "I thought I was going to go crazy if I had to stay out here any longer"

He nodded, opening the passenger door to his car. I ducked in and took a seat; I was surprised he didn't mind that I was dousing his precious leather seat with rain water.

"Do you know what's wrong with your car?"

I shook my head no' and then he closed the door of my seat just when I tucked in my legs. I looked back over the window; outside to see what it was he was doing. I was stunned when I saw this seemingly very wealthy man, open the hood my car and look into it. I'm sure he probably doesn't know what he'd doing... but then again…

After what seemed like a good thirty minute, he returned into the car. I watched him carefully, not able to take in for what reason or why he was doing all this.

"I called AAA and told them about the problem, I can't fix it with just my hands, so is it alright if we wait for them?"

I turned to him as he closed his door and turned on the heat of the car.

How am I supposed to answer to that, how am I supposed to even react when a gorgeous man, no- stranger unexpectedly shows up and helps a stranded girl out. Something felt odd, but why question a seemingly good thing?

"Sure…" I spoke, "and um… thank you. I was pretty sure no was going to help me"

He was raking his wet naturally black hair with his fingers when he glanced at me quickly. "No problem, why are you out when there's a flood watch?"

Although the heat was on inside of his car, it felt damp and misty because of the weather and probably how wet I was "Shouldn't I be asking you the same thing?"

He grinned and then chuckled "I was heading towards some important people"

"And you weren't fazed with the weather?"

The man, then, faintly chortled "It's funny how you weren't either"

I crossed my arms not quite fond of him laughing as if he something so big and I so small. And then his eyes dropped at my chest before quickly and awkward coming back at my face. I suddenly felt my ears and cheeks grow hot, I was embarrassed and utterly humiliated. Okay fine, so this shirt showed a very miniscule amount of cleavage but it wasn't that which had caught his intention, it was about the fact that he could clearly see the outline of my article of clothing underneath even if I was smart enough to wear it in a nude color.

Awkward…. Oh soo awkward and creepy.

He looked away a little innocently and naively, at least he felt guilty for it.

"So um…" I tried to change to topic quick "…you never told me your name" I still kept my arms cross to over my chest this time to cover myself even though that could never be helped.

3rd Omniscient.

He felt stupid for following her glance down to her chest; it was such adolescent thing to do, for sure she was probably debating in her head that he was some sort of creeper.

"My name?" he never liked giving out names to the people he'd bite. Surely they would easily recall his face if he did. They aren't supposed to remember, just forget…

The man uneasily let out a breath when he saw her intently waiting. If he didn't tell her sooner she'd seriously doubt his intentions and then he'd lose his meal " Kevin" he lied.

Kevin? Really he couldn't think of anything else? How easily Evan and Kevin resemble… surely he should have been smarter than that.

"And how about yours?" he asked knowing she was probably waiting for him to ask.

"Kallin" she smiled.

Evan smirked to himself, he didn't know how to explain it but her name matched her scent. Other than the smell of musky rain water that covered most of her fragrance, she smelt like warm woods, cinnamon and a little hint of vanilla or cocoa of her lotion. But in an odd way her ever present scent of blood seemed like it could be assimilated to the name Kallin.

She held out her hand to shake his and the sudden movement surprised him. He was so concentrated and focused on her scent that when her hand came close to him, he looked at it wildly, tempted with the strong aroma of her blood, the blood that so plentifully ran through her hands… her wrist….. her neck. It was all intoxicating to him.

Evan felt guilty, this girl was already having a rough day, but it was better to take a little from this girl right now before meeting his fiancé and then losing control with her then. He convinced himself this was alright, only recently had he found about having an arranged marriage and he felt that drinking a bit of the pressure off wouldn't hurt, in fact, he believed he deserved this. He muttered a sorry although he was sure she didn't hear him.

And then to her utter surprise he lurched forward and pushed Kallin against the door, her head hitting the window. She didn't have a moment to defend herself and simply screamed into his ear. She felt sick when his body pressed again hers and his hands reached up to her neck- pulling at her collar. Kallin desperately pushed him away but it was far too obvious she could never fend off a man like him so she just tried to back away even though it was utterly impossible. Her screams quieted down when his lips touched the wet skin of her neck. She shivered in disgust and roamed for the handle.

"P-Please let go of me…" she quivered in fright searching for the lock of the door behind her. Just as an icy almost pleasurable numbness started to take over, she found the lock and pulled it open before looping her hand around the handle of the door.

He was fine, she was lulling into hypnosis, but right when he thought he knew it was safe enough to plunge into her neck and taste the blood he'd long waited to savor, she fell out of his grasp.

Kallin braced herself and as she swung open the door and almost fell out. She kept the strong grip on the handle not caring if it broke out in the process as she tried to gain balance. The rain once gain came in contact with her skin and her heels awkwardly and so hard landed on the road that one of them broke. She scrambled still heavily breathing.

He cursed inwardly, watching her fall out and then scramble to her feet. Their eyes meet, hers frightened and his frustrated and then suddenly remorseful. She didn't know what to take of it and ran back to her little Nissan. Evan didn't take long to close the door and speed away leaving the girl completely bemused, angry, scared and above all else upset.