It started out as a peaceful night. I was curled up in my blankets, enjoying the heat that they brought. I opened my eyes slightly to change positions, and caught a glimpse of something at my window. Fear shot through me, and I hurried to sit up. The curtains fluttered in the wind, making me even more anxious. I had locked the window, and chained it as well to keep anything unwanted out. I slowly made my way toward the window. My trembling hand pushed my blonde hair out of my face as I peered out into the yard. The moon was casting it's bright rays on my house, illuminating the yard and making it impossible to hide.

When I finally reassured myself that no one was out there, I shut the window and turned to go back to bed. A slight movement caught my eye, and I saw a dark figure standing in the corner. I screamed, startled, before bumping into my mirror. It fell to the floor, shattering into millions of pieces. My breaths came heavily as I turned on the light, and searched the room. There was no one.

"You are hallucinating." I told myself. "You're safe." I released a nervous breath before turning the light off and crawling back into the warmth of my covers. I wrapped myself up and start dozing off when I got the strong feeling of being watched. Opening my eyes slightly, I saw the guy from my dreams sitting on my desk. His red eyes stared at me with interest and desire. I sat up and pulled the covers closer as he smirked. I looked at him. Intricate tattoos covered his hands, and gold chains glinted from around his neck. His black leather jacket made him look like a biker, and his pure white hair clashed beautifully with the crimson color of his eyes.

"Hello, Savanna." he said. I jumped up and grabbed by baseball bat leaning against my bed before looking at him with suspicion. He shook his head before waving his hand towards the window. My baseball bat slipped through my fingers and went flying through it. "You didn't listen to me." he whispered, coming closer with ever word. I looked at him while backing up as much as I could without hitting the wall.

The burning sensation was strong as he came within inches of me. I coughed and shook my head.

"How did you get in?" I asked, trying to push him back. He captured my hands in his, and pulled me close enough that our foreheads almost touched.

"Didn't you get my note?" he cooed. I glared, sick of this game. I wasn't going to let him off so easy.

"Get out!" I screamed, yanking my hands away. "I'll call the police!" I was almost to the phone when he appeared right in front of me. I ran into him, and fell to the floor. He laughed and grabbed my arm before pulling me up. "Let go of me!"

I looked at him for a moment, then finally sighed and sat on my bed. "Good choice," he said sitting next to me. I ran my fingers through my hair as I look at him from the corner of my eye. I could sense that he was a demon, but for some reason he didn't look like one. He had normal hair, eyes that could capture any girl, and a smile that seemed to charm me.

"So, what do you want?" I asked. "Who are you?" The stranger chuckled before meeting my angry gaze. All the fight went out of me, and time froze.

"Name's Min Yoongi." he says smirking. I couldn't find the words to keep the conversation going. He glanced around before returning his gaze to mine. I could feel the intensity of his emotions swamping me, overwhelming any other rational thought. "You're a fallen angel, right?" he asked. I just nodded. It was like I had been programmed to answer him.

He chuckled before leaning closer whispering in my ear, "You belong to me." I finally snapped back to my senses enough to see him leaning in. Without having time to react, he kissed me. I sat there, frozen like a complete idiot trying to process what was happening. But within seconds, I started to kiss him back. He pulled me even closer, seeming to crave my nearness. A burning sensation began on the side of my neck, and everything began to spin.

I pulled back once the spinning got to the point where I couldn't stand it. He leaned his forehead on mine as the spinning sensation continued to increase and nausea began to set in. I opened my eyes in time to see a flash of white attack Yoongi. I collapsed to the ground and curled into a ball as the pain became unbearable.

"Hello? Are you alright?" a voice asked. To my disoriented brain, the voice sounded echoey and distorted. I groaned in a response. "This isn't good." the voice said.

What couldn't be good? I tried to move, but found that I didn't have the strength. "He marked her. She belongs to him now."