Being cold and snow brushing against my face were the first few things that woke me up from my light sleep. Blinking my eyes against the tiredness of countless nights twisting and turning, I realized I had fallen asleep on Devon's grave, again.

I looked up at the sky, the deep black contrasting sharply with the freckles of white twirling down in a gentle dance. The full moon peeked behind the clouds, dipping the world below in shards of silver and deep blue.

For a few seconds, I thought I woke up because snow was accumulating on my lap, slowly soaking my clothes little by little. My feet and the top of the blanket were already a bright white due to the thin covering of snow.

My fingers curled around the edge of the blanket before I whipped it up with a brisk move, jolting the snow off and through the air before I reached a hand up and ruffled through my hair. My fingers were numb to the cool touch of ice lingering on the pitch-black hairs as I slicked them back and out of my face.

While I was cleaning myself up a bit, I couldn't help but feel as if someone was watching me, so I let my eyes wander around. A quick glance at my watch told me it was just past midnight, so no-one should be around.

Like I suspected, the graveyard was empty, beside the occasional cat rushing for cover and the thick fog curling between the headstones. I could barely see Devon's 'neighbors', let alone the pathway towards the entrance.

I glanced down towards Devon's picture, lips twitching in an attempt to smile; no doubt he'd use the opportunity to scare the crap out of me if he had been here. My fingers reached out for the candle, gently grazing against the warm glass and hoping it wouldn't crack like last time.

The silence pressed against my ears before the wind gently blew against my face, making me close my eyes as I tilted my head back to simply feel. As the wind turned away, I slowly opened my eyes before gasping and letting out a surprised squeak.

I jerked back, startled and my heart thumping wildly in my chest as I stared at the man leaning against a decorated angle, only a few feet between his and Devon's grave separating us. The light of the candle flickered, throwing a shaky light on the man's features as he slowly tilted his head to the side and slightly backwards, looking down at me.

His powerful and muscular frame was clad tight-fitting pants and a jacket with fur on the inside, the collar opened to reveal his throat. The motion of his head allowed the light to hit his face, flashing his rather handsome features, the small beard grazing his chin and the smoke hanging dangerously from his lips.

I shuffled my weight a bit under his piercing gaze, those blue eyes never wavering away as he observed me closely. His features looked troubled, a hint of sadness underneath the raw aura of power pulsing from his form. I licked my suddenly dry lips, trying to ignore the way my heart was thrumming in my chest, the sense of foreboding growing stronger and stronger with each passing second.

If Devon was with me, he'd suggest we get the hell out of here. In fact, I could hear him whisper exactly that in my memories, when we were up to no good and were almost caught.

A lopsided smirk suddenly slipped on the stranger's face, changing his features drastically as he inhaled deeply, closing his eyes for a second and releasing me from his hold. "Yes, you'll do just fine."

"Fuck this!"

Without even knowing why I was running or why I felt so bloody scared, I flung the blanket off of me and bolted as soon as the man took one step towards me. I didn't know what the hell he was talking about but I sure as heck wasn't going to hang around to see what would happen.

My feet were yanked out from under me after two measly steps, the air clogged in my throat in a surprised gasp as the ground quickly closed in on my face. Snow and frozen soil smashed against my jaw in a painful greeting, dazing me momentarily as my hands tried to break my fall.

As soon as they made contact with the cold floor, I pushed myself up and skidded to a halt on my back, groaning in pain but instantly put on high alert. I was honestly expecting the guy to be on top of me, smirking in my face for making me fall so easily.

Instead, nothing but silence and a distant hoot of an owl greeted me as I stared at an empty cemetery. My chest was heaving, adrenaline coursing through my veins and the fear still biting at my heart as I scrambled upright, twisting and turning to catch a glimpse of the man.

Nothing.

"What the..." I reached up, hissing slightly as my fingers gingerly felt for the bruise that was surely there before I rubbed over my lip, pulling back to realize I had bit through it during the fall. My finger was slightly painted red, showing me that what just had happened was very real.

I didn't wait for the guy to return, I stood up and quickly went back to Devon's grave, whispering a soft apology for leaving so soon as I scrambled to get all my stuff. Something about that guy was really odd...how had he snuck up on me and why? I shook my head and touched Devon's picture one last time.

This hasn't happened before.

"That's because I hadn't found you before." The strange accented voice whispered behind me. Instinct pushed me to fight instead of flight as I dropped everything in my hands and spun around, my fist flying towards the guy's face.

A painful shiver coursed through my arm as he effortlessly caught my punch, holding my hand tauntingly in the air. Within a split second, he rushed forwards to seal my mouth with his own hand, smothering the cry for help.

My eyes darted in the direction of the small house on the edge of the cemetery, where the ground's keeper was living. Please come out, please, please. The man had found me a few times in the past and called my parents, letting me use the safety and warmth of his home until they came to pick me up.

Fingers squeezed around my jaw, making me look back at the man towering over me. Everything about him had changed in these past few seconds, his whole aura had grown from something odd and melancholic to outright deadly in the blink of an eye.

I whimpered and kicked with my feet, trying to punch him and clutched at his hand when he pulled me off of my feet, holding me several inches of the ground, which I thought was impossible; I was taller than the guy!

Someone...anyone...please help me!

I prayed silently for someone to miraculously pop up and stop this stranger from doing what he wanted with me as I dangled in his hold. I had a good look of his shortly cropped dark hair, those blue eyes looking up at me before he shifted his weight the slightest bit, pivoted on his leg and slammed me on the cold floor.

My eyes widened as pain rushed over my spine like a series of explosions going off, each more painful than the previous one. Black flecks fluttered before my eyes, dizziness and fear fighting for control as I struggled to breath after the air was cut off so abruptly.

The man eyed me with dark humor in his eyes before he glanced slightly to the side. I followed his gaze and realized he had smashed me down right beside Devon's grave, which clearly showed my struggle against the man as I had lost a shoe, my blanket crumbled and carelessly tossed to the side, a few drops of blood glistening in the light of the candle.

I watched helplessly, struggling to regain control over my body as the stranger leaned forwards until he was hovering over the candle. He caught me watching and smiled, winking once before he pursed his lips and blew.

Darkness instantly flooded my eyes, making me shiver and widen them in an attempt to see the man. I was blinded from staring at the candle, my eyes not adapted to the pitch black but I could hear him walking towards me.

Just as I opened my mouth to scream, something seemed to rush into my mouth and shot straight in my throat, making me gag and writhe on the floor before I was picked up and tossed over the man's shoulder.

I jolted from side to side as he started walking, his biceps flexing the tiniest bit as I tried to get out of his hold before struggling even more as I realized he was taking me towards the forest. My eyes widened as I realized that he'd be forced to take me past the house as well.

The lights were on, showing me that the elderly man was still awake and could possibly help me. It didn't occur to me that he'd stand no chance against this freak of nature in my shocked and terrified state; I only wanted someone to help me.

My mouth opened on its own accord to scream but no sound came out; whatever shot in my throat previously blocked my vocal cords completely, all I could do was produce a soft whimpering from somewhere in my throat. The man noticed and only chuckled, shaking his head slightly as far as I could tell.

Feeling anger bubble up in my chest as well as desperation as he carried me farther away from my last hope, I twisted my body and threw all of my weight behind my elbow as I drove it in the back of his skull.

He dropped me with a vicious snarl, cupping the back of his head and stumbling to his knees as I crashed painfully on the floor. Kicking with my feet, I pushed myself away from my potential kidnapper and stumbled towards the house. Before I got there however,  I was thrown on the floor, the stranger's weight crushing me in the snow.

"You little-" His growl was interrupted as the ground's keeper finally peeped out of the window, giving a startled shout before he rushed to the door.

Saved.

I whined as I flipped through the air, hanging over his shoulder yet again. I tried to kick at him but his muscles bulged, stopping me from moving if I didn't want to get crushed. Light flooded the cemetery as the ground's keeper threw his door open, his profile contrasting sharply against the lid doorway.

"What's going on out here?" He asked angrily, his brown eyes flashing from the stranger's expression to me dangling off his back, fighting to get away. My face was probably a blotchy bright red as I stared at the old man, silently mouthing at him to help me.

His eyes widened but before he could even step forwards, the stranger had already moved.

My mind couldn't comprehend it, it simply wasn't seeing what was going on right in front of my eyes. Tears dripped over my eyebrows and trailed down my hairline as I watched how my kidnapper simply jerked his hand out, pushing the old man clean off his feet and sending him flying back in his house.

At a small gesture of the man, the door closed with an audible click before he turned around and snapped his fingers. My head shot up at the deafening roar, a gasp stuck in my throat while I braced myself against the man's lower back to look up.

Where once stood a small, cozy house was now the core of a roaring firestorm. The heat blasted in my face, along with the scent of burning wood, hay and whatever the old man had stashed away in his house. My mouth opened in a muted cry as I kicked and ruffled my fists on the stranger's back, wanting to save the ground's keeper from his horrible fate.

I huffed as I was shoved against a tree, the handsome face of that monster mere inch away from me, stealing my breath away. His hand was once again clamped around my jaws, forcing me to look at him and not the blazing inferno a few yards away.

His cold blue eyes stared into my own greenish blue ones before he narrowed them sharply. "Sleep." He commanded gruffly and I wanted to snort at him; did he really think he could order me to fall asleep this very instant?

Clearly my body didn't get the memo that the order was impossible, because the world tilted precariously before black enveloped my vision. But even in my dreams, I was aware of the stranger stealing me away from my home, the fear coursing through my body and above all, I was worried of how my parents were going to react on my abduction.

All I hoped was that they'd survive...Losing me after they had to burry the memory of my twin would devastate them.