Cold. It was late fall, the snow had yet to fall and stick, the roads wet with the remains of the weak snow fall from the night before, yet the ground was still to warm to keep the snow around. Cold. Moving around still sucked, the air burned lungs, nipped noses, yet the ground couldn't hold snow.

Warm. The coffee shop you visited daily always felt warm, welcoming, loving almost. The staff greeted you with friendly smiles, the coffee was always perfect and he was ways there to chat with you. Every morning he paid for your coffee, he smiled at you and you always fell for it. You fell for him. Warm. The darkness that surrounded you suddenly, it wasn't cold, no it was warmth, sudden, in your veins.

He'd taken you. Suddenly. When you woke again it was dark outside, you were in the backseat of a moving luxury vehicle and you found very quickly, you couldn't move. He, the man who'd always been there, at the coffee shop, sat in the drivers seat, a serious look on his face, Alaric.