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Prologue

She waited there in the dark corner of the abandoned warehouse clutching her grandmother's shawl around her shoulders. The sting of the cold night air as it crept through the cracks of the bordered up windows and seeped under the door brought back memories of her first night there.

She had sat there numb and unthinking, not knowing what to do. Frozen, she watched as he dragged her mothers limp body out of the room through the back door, pushing it open and letting it slam shut behind him. As if the sound of the door had been a signal, hurriedly but quietly she got up and ran to her room gathering as much as she could afford to take with her. Coming back to the place where she had been hiding she peeked around the corner to make sure that he was still outside.

Within minutes she was running along her street as fast as her legs would carry her.

All she could think of doing was running,

'Get as far away as possible before you die too'

As she thought this the screams of her mother echoed in her head and her eyesight became blurred as a vision of steel meeting skin met her eyes. These visions would be splattered, not unlike the blood on the walls, through her dreams for the rest of her days. At this thought she had collapsed, shaking with sobs that brought the tears welling in her eyes right to the edge where they finally spilled over and down her blood filled cheeks, raw from the icy wind.

Not knowing what to do next, she had run into the closest empty building she could find, which she later recognised as the old warehouse that had been abandoned many years previously.

The sounds of footsteps brought her back to the present and her current surroundings. She pushed herself further into the dark corner in which she was hiding and bowed her head, peeking up through her eyelashes. The door inched open slowly and a voice called her name.

She hadn't realised that she was holding her breath until she released it in relief. She ran forward to put her arms around the person that had just walked in, kissing him passionately on the lips.

"I missed you," She whispered, twirling her fingers through his dark curly hair.

He chuckled softly and wrapped his arms around her pulling her closer to him, "It's only been one night"

She smiled into his chest and thought to herself 'It felt like an eternity to me'

"Are you OK? You were all right last night? Did I bring you enough blankets?"

He held her at arms length looking her up and down, his eyes sweeping every part of her fragile body.

He noticed that she was somewhat thinner then the first time he had met her and the dark rings under eyes had become more prominent. He didn't like to admit it but she was not getting better she was getting worse and he feared for her life. Not for the first time did he suggested that she come to live with him where he was staying with a friend and not for the first time did she reject his offer.

"I can't go back, he'll find me" she said.

This of course had been her response every time and she did not seem to be giving in anytime soon. So he lay with her that night, thinking of the future he would like to have with her and knowing full well that it may not be possible.

She turned to look at him and very slowly leaned her head towards him softly pressing her lips to his before gently pulling away. They lay there for the better part of an hour looking at each other and marvelling in the existence of the other. Finally it became too much for him, as he pulled her roughly towards him and rolled them so he lay on her, only slightly putting his weight on her. Cupping her face in his hands he pulled her up to him, kissing her trying to tell her in more than words how much he really cared for her, how much he really loved her.

Her response was a relief to him. Her obvious need to be with him, holding him, touching him, reassured him that she felt the same. The rest of the night was a whirl of passion and love that sent electric shocks coursing through their entwined bodies.

After that night he knew that it would be at least two weeks before he could see her again and he anticipated it greatly. However when he got to their meeting place she was nowhere to be found. Her few possessions were gone and the corner in which she slept were occupied only by the few blankets that he had given her. He searched desperately for her looking for any trace any sign that the last few months had not been a dream, that she had really existed and had really loved him. But all he had were the blankets.

An hour later he admitted defeat but decided that he would come back. And so he did. Every chance he got for the next year, he would come back and sit in that dark corner with the blankets wrapped around him waiting for the sounds of the door inching forward and her voice to call his name.

Sorry its so short but hey it is a prologue. This is my first fan fiction so i hope you all like it and please review, I'd love to know what you think aboutit and any constructive criticism is welcome :) Sorry for any mistakes but i have yet to find a beta. Enjoy!