I was in the car driving back. It was peaceful, everything had calmed down after the whole fight scene. Nothing else was said to me after he told me I was recruited.

Does that mean I'm part of their 'group' now, or does this mean I'm going to be a spy? My mind was running wild. I can't do that and I won't do that. This is ludicrous.

Marcela and Wolf had stayed behind. Dark had been told to take me back. So now I was alone in the car with him. Only him, no one else.

I fidgeted feeling uncomfortable. I just hoped he would take me home, and this would be the end of this mess.

He drove smoothly down the road. We didn't go through the forest this time, I was thankful for that. It was quiet in the car. I didn't speak.

I mean this was a normal reaction, right? I'm in a car with someone who threatened to kill me. I felt heat spread through my face, it suddenly became very hot in the car. I wanted to wind down the window but I was to scared too.

"5...9...3...0." I looked up. What was he saying?

"What?" I said quickly.

"We're here." He said, pulling up to the driveway.

I leaped out of the car as soon as it came to a halt. I ran up to my door and tried to open it as fast as I could. I got to open it a little until someone slammed it back close.

"Oh my gosh! What are you doing?" I asked him in fright.

He looked at me as if I wasn't even there. He squinted a bit and pushed me slightly against the wall.

"The question is, what are you doing?"

"I'm going inside.." I trailed off.

"I have something for you. You know what's going to happen now, right?"

I stared back. Waiting for him to continue.

"Your going to be apart of the team now, maybe. You have been drafted into this and it's not your choice whether are not you want to or not." He looked tired and strangely calm.

"Be prepared thats all I'm gonna say." He then took out a medium sized black case.

He handed it to me and said "Here I have something for you, a gift ."

"No, thats ok..."

"Take it, I didn't ask you whether you wanted it or not." His voice was as sharp as a knife and it could have cut me in half. He softly took my hand and placed the case into it. He then put both of his hands on each side of my face.

His hands were freezing cold. He had no gloves on and I guess he was using my face as a heat warmer.

I just let him do it, not wanting to start anything. It felt somewhat good. He leaned in closer until both of our noses were touching. He rested his forehead on my mine.

My heart skipped a beat and felt I felt warmth. His eyes were closed but mine were not. I was staring up at him, looking at the features on his face.

I had to say that he was absolutely gorgeous. His black hair was slightly blocking his right eye. His nose was cute, I liked it. His lips were slightly chapped but the shape of them were so beautiful. They weren't thin at all. I loved that. He had a few scars that weren't noticeable from far away.

He pulled away soon after much to my dismay, but I guess it was for the best. This was to much for a little girl like me to handle. He was nineteen and I was sixteen, there was just no way we would ever happen. He probably already has some girl that he likes. She was probably around his age too.

I felt the green eyed monster coming out of me. I had to admit I was a tiny bit jealous at the thought of that, but it wouldn't come as a shock to me.

"You're warm." He said in a vapid tone.

"Umm, I-I..." I stuttered. A blush crept across my cheeks despite the cold, bone-chilling weather.

"Don't blush over me, I'm nothing special to you. You don't even know me. There's a whole other side to me that you don't even want to get to know. Don't be fooled by this facade because the darkness always comes out at night. " His voice was in a lethal whisper and his deep blue eyes were filled with pure evil.

He didn't wait for an answer, he just took off back to his car and drove off.

My eyes widened in disbelief. I was fearful of him yet I let him get close. I didn't linger outside any longer than I needed too; I cracked open the door and slowly came in.

"Mom?" I called out. I closed the door behind me. I flickered on the lights to see If any one was there.

I looked at the window to see if her car was there. I didn't remember seeing it when I was outside.

She had been coming home later and later each day. I don't know why.

I went up to my room and set the black case down. I threw myself unto the my bed and closed my eyes. My head was killing me and my eyes were hurting really bad.

I opened up my eyes and looked at the black case that was sitting there across my bedroom floor. I slowly sat up.

I am not going to open that, I thought to myself. It would only lead to more problems, and thats one thing I did not want.

Then a disturbing thought came blaring in my mind. What if it's a bomb?

I scrambled on my feet and began to panic.

"Oh my gosh!" I whispered to my self.

I crept toward the suitcase and quickly threw it on my bed. I stared for a moment at it before quickly trying to open it; but it wouldn't budge.

I sat the suitcase upward to see why it wasn't opening. I looked closer to see that there was a lock number combination on the top opening part of it.

How was I suppose to open this when there was a lock on it? He didn't even tell me the code!

Then it hit's me. In the car he was mumbling numbers; that was probably the passcode.

I tried to remember what he said. I tried the combo 5-3-9-0 and it didn't work. I switched the 3 and the 9 and the case opened.

My immediate response was to run to the other side of the room without looking what was inside. My worst fear was that there was a time bomb ready to go off. I waited patiently but nothing happened.

I took a deep breath in and walked toward my bed. When I reached close to the case; I peered into it slowly.

I gaped. Inside was a two guns; one was a shiny dull grey color and one was a just plain black. However, I didn't know what types of gun they were. Below them were two daggers and a small liquid substance in a very tiny jar. My hands were shaking, fear had taken over.

I felt a tear streak down my face; I felt a sudden sadness. I can't do this anymore, I thought to myself. This was ridiculous, it had been two days. I just wished I could go back in time and change everything. I wish I could have prevented this before it happened. I didn't understand why this was happening to me. I can't handle this.

I pondered calling the police, but as always my fear prevented me from doing what could essentially save my life.

I banged the case shut and threw it under my bed. Then I stormed over to my bedroom door and slammed the door shut.

I walked away, putting my head on my hands. I needed sleep and an aspirin.

A loud bang against the wall of my bedroom caused me to jump.

"Did you just slam my door!" I turned around to see my mom standing in front of the doorway.

My mouth fell open. She was wearing a tight nude colored dress and red high heels. I was stunned and couldn't even make a sentence.

"Close your mouth and answer my question. Did you just slam my door!" She blared at me.

Why is she say 'my door' like its 'her door?'

"It's my door." I said quietly.

My mother eyes turned to fire. "Your door? Do you pay the bills around her? Do you pay the mortgage? Do you work you ass of everyday at work cleaning up after other people? No, you don't, I do all of that. Therefore, this is my kitchen, and this is my bathroom, and this is my living room and my dining room; but most of all this is my door!" She said yelled at me. "And don't you ever talk back to me again do you understand." She took a breath before saying "Now, go downstairs and make dinner. I know you have homework but that's the least you could have done, since you were home all day." She said to me.

Oh, she had no idea.

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The clattering of forks filled the void of the awkward silence that was floating in the room.

I finally spoke. "I'm sorry I slammed the door."

"It's fine."

Silence again.

"I'm going to be gone for a while, for work." My mother said.

"For work? Where are you going?"

"England." She said excitedly.

"England, what are you taking about? You're a maid, how are you going for work? It doesn't make sense."

"It actually makes a lot of sense. The people I work as a maid for are going to England for a little vacation; I'm going as their maid."

"If they're staying at a hotel, won't the staff clean up after them? Why do they need you?"

"They're not staying at a hotel, they have their own house there." There was an edge on her tone.

Something just didn't seem right, something seemed very off about this whole situation.

I wanted to ask more about this 'trip' but I knew better and only responded with a simple "Oh."

"So, what about me?"

She seemed confused for a second. "What about you? Oh, your grandmother will be here taking care of you. I will be leaving tonight. Grandma will be here in the morning, ok?"

"What! You're leaving tonight?"

"Yup." She said nonchalantly looking at her glossy red nails.

"How long will you be gone for?"

"I might be gone for two weeks to a month, your so talkative all of a sudden."

I decided to not say anything.

"Do you need help packing." I asked softly.

"Nope, I'm already done." She answered. She got up from the table and put her dish in the sink.

Over the next thirty minutes I watched as my mom got ready to go to the airport. She took a shower, brushed her teeth; Then got her bags and passport ready.

She stood by the door making sure she had everything. I walked toward her and she looked up.

"Looks like I have everything I need. So, I'm going to go." It seemed like she hesitated a bit before saying "I love you, be safe, and goodbye."

Even though, it made my heart swell. I moved my feet so I could go give her a hug and she let me. The tears came again. Even though we weren't close, it did not mean I loved her and that I would not miss her.

"Oh, don't cry. I'll be back before you know it. I'll have lots of fun in England and you'll have lots of fun here. Ok?" She said with little emotion.

"Ok, I love you too."

She let out a breath and said "Yeah," and with that she opened the door and left, but not before slamming the door shut.

And I just stood there for a while staring until sleep defeated me and I went to my bedroom and fell asleep.

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I woke up to a bright sunshine blinding my vision. I had slept weird, my bed felt strange. I shifted, then stopped moving. Something was off. Why was my window in front of my face.

I sat up slowly and realized I wasn't in my bed. My mind had not yet processed what was happening. I looked outside the window and saw clouds.

"Wha..." I aimless spoke, not understanding. I looked all around me and I saw seats. Then I realized I'm on a plane.

I screamed so loud I scared my own self.

"Wha-no- what is happening.. no!" I try to stand up but I hit my head up on the ceiling of the plane.

I turn to my left only to bash my head on something hard.

"Ow." A voice said dully.

I open my eyes and I am met with crazy dark blue eyes.

I only knew one person with those kind of eyes.