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I had not meant to make Uriah fall. I had not wanted to dance with him. My legs took over, they led me to nowhere. After running for a good ten minutes, I stopped underneath a street light. My mother would've killed me if she knew I was alone in a town I didn't know. Tell me again why I had to arrive at Ellensburg with my best friend. Without someone with me. To make sure that Uriah kept his distance while I stayed confused. From where I sat, I could see some of the smaller fireworks.

My head fell into my hands. I swore my brain was becoming too heavy with the emotions that ran through it. I tried to analyze the emotions. I tried to use logic, but it escaped me at the most convenient time. Washington cold started to creep up my skirt making me shiver.I noticed a building across the street with the lights still on. It would get me out of the cold.

Looking both ways, I made my way across the street and into the warm building. It was a bus station. Too bad I hadn't brought my money with me. A lot of the men gave me lingering looks. My skirt was knee length, but the halter top I had chosen to wear was see-through. A 23 year old man began whistling catcalls at me. I ignored him, and kept walking. I got lost and ended up in the dark underbelly of the bus station, it was a parking lot. I was cold and desperate, searching for the Dairy Queen that Uriah had mentioned was near the busses.

A hand crept up my arm, fingertips barely tracing my skin. I jumped and somehow managed to face the creep. His hair was gray and frizzled. When he grinned, a few teeth were missing and his breath smelled like whiskey. I pressed myself against the bus, which wasn't the greatest idea. His arms trapped me in the bad smelling cage. "Hey pretty lady," he said huskily. He removed one from the silver wall of the bus to trail it down my cheek. I bit back a scream, knowing that the man could do much more damage because he was stronger than I was.

"What's a pre-pretty lady like you doing out here alone?" he asked politely. The situation was anything but polite. I grabbed onto his shoulders and brought my knee into his groin. I was off by a few inches and hit him in the gut instead. He doubled over for a few seconds. The man's grimy hand shot out and grabbed my hair. Instant pain shivered down my body as I screamed. I was knocked off my feet. My ass hit the cold cement. "Where you go-going pretty lady?" he growled. A cane hooked around his ankle and pulled, knocking him off his feet.

"Lay off my cousin, asshole!" Alex yelled from the shadows. Uriah's cane whipped through the air, cracking hard against the man's skull. They worked together like a well oiled machine. Alex bound the man's hands together while Uriah rushed over and pulled me out of harms way. I was dragged to my feet quickly, and suddenly I was staring into the deep emerald eyes of my savior. Time slowed down, each moment lasting for an eternity.

"One moment, please." Uriah whispered, scarcely out of breath. He then launched himself back into the fray. his cane spun in the air, cracking harshly against flesh. With each blow, he grew angrier. "Don't. Ever. Touch. Another. Girl. Again. Ass. Hole," he screamed.

I grabbed onto Uriah's cane, amazed by the anger he showed. "Calm down!" I said louder than necessary. I planted myself between him and the man. "Uriah! Look at me!" Blazing green eyes found my calm chocolate ones.

Uriah calmed, nearly collapsing with the loss of the bloodlust. His eyes wandered from the man, to me, and back again. "He...He was going to hurt you. I'll never let anyone hurt you. Not if I can stop it," he said, barely able to hold back his sobs.

Uriah was clutching his cane, his knuckles white with exhaustion. I wrapped my arms around, trying to keep his weight off of his leg. "Help me," I snapped at my cousin. Alex grabbed his arm and swung it around his neck. I was able to free myself from the extra weight Uriah put on me. "Make sure he doesn't fall," I said quieter.

I stared down at my black outfit. The delicate lace of my skirt was tattered and extremely dirty. The ribbon on my halter was torn and my shirt hung limp around my torso. I thanked my lucky stars I was wearing a black tank top underneath. I grabbed the hem of the ruined shirt and brought it over my head. There was no point in staying in a ruined outfit. The zipper of the skirt had been broken for a while and every time I wore it, I slipped on my black short shorts underneath it. It kept the skirt up. I took off the tattered skirt. "Let's get going," I said. Uriah's eyes were definitely on me now.

Alex was the only one who knew his way back to the house we were using for Uriah's twentieth birthday party. The fireworks had long since stopped and only a few people milled about in the backyard. I thanked God for the cover of the darkness. I looked like shit, but Uriah looked worse than I was. Alex took the responsibility of escorting people out of the party, calmly explaining that Uriah had fell while running to find me. Right now, I didn't care that it was a lie. I just wanted to sleep.

Uriah was resting on the couch, his eyes kept sliding closed. I silently sat by him on the floor, watching his chest rise and fall. Alex took this as a sign to help his friend into bed. Together we hoisted Uriah to his feet, and helped him to the master bedroom, where he instantly collapsed into bed. His last few, stuttering words before sleep sounded like "Vain. Stay. Pwease, stay and sleepy-sleepy." Then he curled up, still clothed and fell asleep.

I didn't find myself wanting to give into him. I stood at the foot of the bed, scared. I was scared of my feelings and scared of what I saw. Images of his cane still whacking the man in the head haunted me. It took me an hour to get comfortable on the couch and to fall asleep.

While I slept, my dreams were plagued by a bloodthirsty Uriah.

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I had not meant to make Uriah fall. I had not wanted to dance with him. My legs took over, they led me to nowhere. After running for a good ten minutes, I stopped underneath a street light. My mother would've killed me if she knew I was alone in a town I didn't know. Tell me again why I had to arrive at Ellensburg with my best friend. Without someone with me. To make sure that Uriah kept his distance while I stayed confused. From where I sat, I could see some of the smaller fireworks.

My head fell into my hands. I swore my brain was becoming too heavy with the emotions that ran through it. I tried to analyze the emotions. I tried to use logic, but it escaped me at the most convenient time. Washington cold started to creep up my skirt making me shiver.I noticed a building across the street with the lights still on. It would get me out of the cold.

Looking both ways, I made my way across the street and into the warm building. It was a bus station. Too bad I hadn't brought my money with me. A lot of the men gave me lingering looks. My skirt was knee length, but the halter top I had chosen to wear was see-through. A 23 year old man began whistling catcalls at me. I ignored him, and kept walking. I got lost and ended up in the dark underbelly of the bus station, it was a parking lot. I was cold and desperate, searching for the Dairy Queen that Uriah had mentioned was near the busses.

A hand crept up my arm, fingertips barely tracing my skin. I jumped and somehow managed to face the creep. His hair was gray and frizzled. When he grinned, a few teeth were missing and his breath smelled like whiskey. I pressed myself against the bus, which wasn't the greatest idea. His arms trapped me in the bad smelling cage. "Hey pretty lady," he said huskily. He removed one from the silver wall of the bus to trail it down my cheek. I bit back a scream, knowing that the man could do much more damage because he was stronger than I was.

"What's a pre-pretty lady like you doing out here alone?" he asked politely. The situation was anything but polite. I grabbed onto his shoulders and brought my knee into his groin. I was off by a few inches and hit him in the gut instead. He doubled over for a few seconds. The man's grimy hand shot out and grabbed my hair. Instant pain shivered down my body as I screamed. I was knocked off my feet. My ass hit the cold cement. "Where you go-going pretty lady?" he growled. A cane hooked around his ankle and pulled, knocking him off his feet.

"Lay off my cousin, asshole!" Alex yelled from the shadows. Uriah's cane whipped through the air, cracking hard against the man's skull. They worked together like a well oiled machine. Alex bound the man's hands together while Uriah rushed over and pulled me out of harms way. I was dragged to my feet quickly, and suddenly I was staring into the deep emerald eyes of my savior. Time slowed down, each moment lasting for an eternity.

"One moment, please." Uriah whispered, scarcely out of breath. He then launched himself back into the fray. his cane spun in the air, cracking harshly against flesh. With each blow, he grew angrier. "Don't. Ever. Touch. Another. Girl. Again. Ass. Hole," he screamed.

I grabbed onto Uriah's cane, amazed by the anger he showed. "Calm down!" I said louder than necessary. I planted myself between him and the man. "Uriah! Look at me!" Blazing green eyes found my calm chocolate ones.

Uriah calmed, nearly collapsing with the loss of the bloodlust. His eyes wandered from the man, to me, and back again. "He...He was going to hurt you. I'll never let anyone hurt you. Not if I can stop it," he said, barely able to hold back his sobs.

Uriah was clutching his cane, his knuckles white with exhaustion. I wrapped my arms around, trying to keep his weight off of his leg. "Help me," I snapped at my cousin. Alex grabbed his arm and swung it around his neck. I was able to free myself from the extra weight Uriah put on me. "Make sure he doesn't fall," I said quieter.

I stared down at my black outfit. The delicate lace of my skirt was tattered and extremely dirty. The ribbon on my halter was torn and my shirt hung limp around my torso. I thanked my lucky stars I was wearing a black tank top underneath. I grabbed the hem of the ruined shirt and brought it over my head. There was no point in staying in a ruined outfit. The zipper of the skirt had been broken for a while and every time I wore it, I slipped on my black short shorts underneath it. It kept the skirt up. I took off the tattered skirt. "Let's get going," I said. Uriah's eyes were definitely on me now.

Alex was the only one who knew his way back to the house we were using for Uriah's twentieth birthday party. The fireworks had long since stopped and only a few people milled about in the backyard. I thanked God for the cover of the darkness. I looked like shit, but Uriah looked worse than I was. Alex took the responsibility of escorting people out of the party, calmly explaining that Uriah had fell while running to find me. Right now, I didn't care that it was a lie. I just wanted to sleep.

Uriah was resting on the couch, his eyes kept sliding closed. I silently sat by him on the floor, watching his chest rise and fall. Alex took this as a sign to help his friend into bed. Together we hoisted Uriah to his feet, and helped him to the master bedroom, where he instantly collapsed into bed. His last few, stuttering words before sleep sounded like "Vain. Stay. Pwease, stay and sleepy-sleepy." Then he curled up, still clothed and fell asleep.

I didn't find myself wanting to give into him. I stood at the foot of the bed, scared. I was scared of my feelings and scared of what I saw. Images of his cane still whacking the man in the head haunted me. It took me an hour to get comfortable on the couch and to fall asleep.

While I slept, my dreams were plagued by a bloodthirsty Uriah.