It was past one in the morning as I was in the closet putting away my clothes and accessories. Garret said that the maids could do it but I didn't want to be a burden, plus I wanted to get a feel of the closet for myself.

There was already so much here already that it almost felt unnecessary to add mine to it. Especially since he made it a point to get everything in my size. Everything that was already here was clothes that I would wear, possibly with a more hefty price tag than I'd prefer, but I could see myself in every garment. It annoyed me how well whoever bought all this stuff knew me.

I was rearranging the closet to fit the clothes that I already had and it was taking up a bit of my time but I didn't mind it so much. I knew Garret was still up doing pack business in his office, a place I had yet find and didn't attempt to either. It was a hassle just to make it back to my room after dinner which was, thankfully, without his brother.

He postponed his arrival to the day after tomorrow, so it gives Garret time to explain to me why I had never heard of him until today... or yesterday rather.

"You know it's one thirty in the morning," Garret says. If it wasn't for feeling him entering the room, I would've been scared out of my mind.

"I lost track of time," I say, organizing the jewelry vanity.

"Babe, Myrtle could've-"

"I don't want her to have to do that," I say. "She already has too much on her plate to have to worry about me."

He sighs. "You're not a burden Emmy."

I sigh as I give up on organizing the vanity and turn around to lean against it. I don't say anything to his statement and he eventually comes up to me. Overlooking my tired face, he easily picks me up by my thighs and walks me out of the closet. I wrap my legs around his waist and lean my head into his neck, taking in his scent that always relaxed me.

As he exited the closet, the lights automatically shut off. Kicking the door closed with his foot, he leads us to the bed. Having already showered in the amazing shower, I welcome the feeling of the sheets. Having pulled back the comforter, he lays me down onto the cream silk sheets. I run my legs over them, loving the feeling of the fabric on my legs. They were cool against my warm legs.

The lights in the room being off, I see Garret take off his pants and shirt from the moonlight that came in brightly from the windows. The light glittered on his soft deep golden skin. I bite my bottom lip as I take in everything that I have seen before but could never get enough of. The way his Tom Ford boxers hugged every curve of his lower half drove Lilly and me insane.

"Like what you see?" he questions, crawling into bed next to me. The moonlight made his eyes dance and I was captured in them for a moment.

At this point, I don't know why I hadn't given myself to him. Why we hadn't mated. The thought easily went through my mind and I'm sure it went through his. But we were taking our time, something I highly appreciated.

"Mhmm," I answer truthfully, being pulled into him. "And it's all mine," I say, pecking the right side of his chest.

He sighs as I linger there, beginning to peck his entire chest.

"If you don't stop, I'm going to have to take you."

I slowly begin to stop, eventually placing my head in the crook of his neck again. As I breathed in his scent and let my thoughts consume me for a second, I find myself asking-

"You're sure I'm not a burden?"

"Of course not," he answers truthfully. "There's nothing you can do to make me think otherwise... why do you think that you are?"

"Because I've been alone almost all of my life. The only help I had was tending to my wounds." He wrapped his arms around me tightly. Half of my body laid on him, my right leg over his lower half and my arm wrapped around his waist. "It's always been me so to have others tend to my needs is... weird."

"You've lived a majority of your life being independent, you've had to because no one was there for you except for... Debra?"

"Good memory."

"I understand where the hesitation comes from. You're not used to it and it's clear. But I love you, I care for you. If I can provide all of this to you, I will do it. And then some."

"I love you too," I say.

He squeezes me softly and kisses my shoulder. With that, we settled in and we eventually began to fall asleep.

"I should've kilt you when I had the chance," the figure says.

I was breathing heavy and looking down at my battered body.

I wore a loose fitting white v-neck shirt and spandex shorts. It looked like something I would wear to bed. But yet I was here. Tied to a tree, bloodied, and though I couldn't feel it, I could imagine I was in pain.

I couldn't see anything as to who had potentially done this to me. All I could make out was their glowing, cat-like, eyes. They blinked at me, not once moving its eyes away. I shivered underneath its stare, it bringing cold chills running down my back.

"Who are you?" I whispered, softly and painfully.

"You don't remember?" it questions somewhat shocked. Overlooking my blank face, it chuckles darkly. "Then let me remind you."

And, at an inhumane speed, its hand was around my throat and grasping it tightly. I fought to breathe and gasped for air. The strength behind this grip was enough to kill me, but I knew it didn't want to. Not yet anyway.

It sharp-like claws found its way to the back of my neck and slightly grazed the bone. Before I knew it, they punctured through my skin and I screamed.

"EMERALD!" yells Garret, waking me.

I gasped, sharply opening my eyes to see him looking over me. The concern and confusion that masked my face let me know that my dream, my nightmare, had awakened him.

"What happened?" he questioned. "You're hyperventilating and you're sweating."

"I..."

As I began to get up, trying to catch my breath, I felt a pain in the back of my neck. The same place where, in my dream, I had punctured but its claws. I was deemed speechless.

I quickly got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Shutting the door, against his protests of confusion, I went to the mirror. Overlooking my tired and sweaty face, I moved my hair from my neck and placed my hand over the pain that I felt.

There, I felt the wetness and four holes in my neck. Removing my hand, I saw the blood on my fingers. Confused and feeling my heart race, I briefly look at myself in the mirror and see a figure behind me, scaring half to death.

"I will find you," it says.

Before anything else could happen, I saw nothing but black.