Author's Note: With some stories being shelved indefinitely and one ending, I decided to write a new story. This story is NOT a standalone. It's a work of my imagination and is not based off anyone or any circumstances. Enjoy!


I always imagined that there would be strange circumstances that would lead to my death. My mother was a worrier and from the time I can remember she taught me to be the same way. It was how she was brought up and it was how she brought up her daughter. My father was the opposite. He never cared what the next day would bring only that he lived the present at its' fullest. I always wished I could have been like that. My mother's influence bore down on me like the weight of a thousand pounds and my youth was spent worrying what I would wear the next day, would I take the bus or walk and what would I get crazy aunt Mildred for Christmas.

It wasn't until I became an adult that I realized how much of a problem my worrying really was. Slowly over time, my friends dissipated like dew on a warm summer's day and I was often left alone worrying whether or not I would make new friends.

From the moment I woke up this morning it felt like Fate was telling me today was going to be different. I brushed my teeth, brushed my hair and put on my most professional outfit. The interview at Clarke & Fink was the only thing I really had to rely had to go on, although that didn't eliminate the worry of whether or not I would get the job.

Walking into Perry's Coffee Shop, the anticipation of what lay ahead of me overwhelmed my senses. There was an immediate feeling of doom and I can't help but wonder what is going to happen. There was something strange, foreign, in the air.

"Hello," said a soft, cool voice.

I turned to look behind me. A man with the most magnificent pair of gray eyes stood before me and the adrenaline in my body kick-started. I begin to worry what I should say to him.

"Uh, hello," I croak. I lift my hand to my throat and clear it. "I mean, hello." I say more clearly.

He smiles and dimples on either side of his cheek come into view. "It's a cold day today, isn't it?"

I lamely nod. "Yeah, I guess so." The line moves up and so do I.

"You from around here? I don't think I've seen you before," he says.

I lean back on my heels. "It's a big city," I tell him.

I hear him chuckle. "Your not much for conversation, are you?"

I look back at him. "I guess not. I'm sorry."

His eyes take me in. "I don't blame you. It is awkward to talk to strangers, I suppose."

The line moves once again and I take a step forward. He was right; it is awkward to talk to strangers. However, that's not the only reason why I find it hard to make conversation with him. The man behind me with the entrancing gray eyes was perhaps the most handsome man I've ever spoke to. His full black hair, chiseled jaw covered in the perfect amount of facial hair and tall figure made me feel small and insignificant.

I heard him sigh from behind me and I looked down at my feet. He must be thinking awful things about me. I pretty much shrugged him off and to be honest, I did feel like I was a tad bit rude. I turned around briefly and immediately noticed he was looking at me. In order to be polite I offered a small smile which, to my surprise, he returned.

Coffee in hand, I made my way to the door. I really want to look back and look at the man again but I fight against the desire. I walk outside, the cold air stings my face. I pull my scarf tighter around my neck.

"Your walking pretty fast, you must be in a hurry." I immediately recognize the voice and look to my right. How long has he been walking beside me?

"You again," I say. I bite my lip when I realize what I said. I look at his face to see whether or not he had been offended but his lips are curled up into an amused smile.

"Yeah, me again. You really aren't a people person," he takes a sip of his coffee, "thankfully it doesn't bother me."

I stop and turn my body to face him. "Do you normally make conversation with random people?"

He smiles. "Sometimes. Only the ones I find interesting."

"You think I'm interesting?" I ask.

"Why wouldn't I? By the way, my name is Aiden." I am too focused on his breath dancing on the cold air that I almost don't notice that his hand is extended.

"Lucy," I say plainly. I gently take his gloved hand in mine. The contact very brief but my hand tingles afterward.

"That's a pretty name Lucy," he says.

I bite my lip and look down at my feet. "I have to go," I say suddenly.

I look up to see him looking at with a serious expression on his face, almost as if he's contemplating something. I open my mouth to say something but he beats me to it.

"I understand. I was hoping we could talk more though."

I shake my head. "I have a job interview in thirty minutes. Have a good day though." I start to walk away but I hear his voice again.

"Maybe later?"

I stop and turn around. He had one hand in his pocket and the other holding his white coffee cup. I notice the tip of his nose is light pink and his lips are chapped.

"I don't think so Aiden," I say. I awkwardly shrug and begin walking again. I feel rude for dismissing Aiden the way I did but I can't help but worry that he was some sort of weirdo or something. Do people even meet in coffee shops anymore?

I turn down a small alley, this shortcut normally saves me some time instead of walking down the main street.


I stop and slowly turn around. "Aiden…" I say almost breathlessly. Has he been following me this entire time? "What are you doing here?"

"I need you to trust me. I don't have much time. I've been hiding from people and I think they found me. I need you to understand that I've been watching you for some time now. I never had the guts to say hello until today but I just wanted you to know I exist."

I slowly back away. "Who the hell are you? Some sort of criminal?"

He shakes his head and holds his hands innocently up. I notice the coffee cup is gone. "No, I am not. If I told you, you'd think I was crazy."

"I already think that. What do you want? Why do you keep showing up?"

"Lucy I…" All of a sudden a bright light appears next to him. I use my free hand to shield my eyes from the light. Within the light, I see what looks like a portal of some sort.

"What is that?" I ask.

It almost seems like a magnet has attached itself to Aiden. "No!" I hear him yell. My coffee cup immediately falls from my hand as I run forward to grab Aiden before he disappears into the light. I try to use whatever strength I have to pull him away but suddenly, almost instantaneously, the light envelops our bodies. My body tingles and I feel like I'm floating.

Suddenly, I'm falling to the ground. I land on my arm among some green grass. Grass? I groan and grab onto my arm and my eyes begin to adjust to the new scenery. I blink my eyes multiple times. Where am I?

I hear noise from beside me and I turn my head to see Aiden standing up and wiping his jeans with his hand. I look around my surroundings. Bright green grass, deep blue sky and a soft gentle breeze caught my attention. I look back at Aiden and he's also looking around.

"Damn it," I hear him mutter.

"What the hell is going on? Where am I?"

Aiden looks at me and it's then I realize he had no idea I was here with him.

"Lucy? Oh no, you got transported here with me. I'm so sorry." He reaches down to help me up onto my feet.

"Transported? What's going on?"

"We're in Moorpark. Somehow you were brought here with me," he says.

I rub my sore arm. "Moorpark? I've never heard of such a place. Aiden, what's going on?"

He looks at me. "Lucy, I am not from your world. It's really hard to explain. I left this place for a reason and now I'm back and I don't know why."

I inhale deeply. "Well then let's go back. I don't want to be here and I don't even know you."

"I know Lucy, trust me, I know. You have to believe me, I'd never cause you any harm. I never wanted you to find out about me this way. In fact, I never meant for this to happen."

I shift uneasily on my heels. "Well it did and now you need to get me back home."

He nods. "I know. I'll do what I can."

He starts walking towards a clearing and I slowly follow behind him. "How long has it been since you've last been here?" I run to his side.

"A few years. I've lost count."

"Why did you leave?" I ask.

He grins. "Aren't you a chatty Cathy now?"

I purse my lips. "I'm in some strange place with a guy I don't even know after being transported by some bright light. I have no choice but to make conversation."

"Right well hopefully we won't be here long." His long legs carry him faster than my short stubby ones and I struggle to keep up with his stride.

"Why won't you tell me why you left?" I ask.

He sighs. "Because it doesn't matter. All I care about is getting us out of here before people know I'm here."

"You're running from something," I muse.

He doesn't reply and keeps walking through the clearing. I look around; the scenery is lush and beautiful. The sky is perfect blue and the grass green and freshly cut. The flowers that are sporadically spread about are bright and I can smell their earthly fragrance clearly. Wherever I am, its beautiful here.

In the distance, I see some buildings. "Is that where we're going?" I ask.

"It's not safe there but we don't have a choice. We'll have to keep a low profile," Aiden says.

Within minutes, we approach a massive stone wall. As if reading my thoughts Aiden says, "This is the border of Moorpark. We have to cross the wall. I think I might know someone who can help us once we're in there."

I follow him as he walks close to the wall, feeling the cold stone with his hand. "Here it is." He stops and pulls a piece of the stone out, then another and another. After removing several more stones, there is enough room for a human to pass through. "You first," he says.

I look at him unsure but he grabs my arm and gently pushes me through. Once I am through and he has passed, he begins putting the stones back. As he does so, I look around. Cobblestone pathways, a beautiful fountain and red brick buildings adorn the area. It's almost like a scene from a fairytale.

"Let's go," he says. He ducks behind a building and looks around. "The coast is clear. Quick, follow me."

I follow him as he ducks between buildings, shrubs and even a horse. He stops in front of a shed-like building and opens a small grate just beneath the door. "Quick, come in here."

I slowly approach the grate and although its dark, I vaguely make out the shape of some steps. I slowly step down and when I look back at Aiden, he's nodding for me to go forward. I continue down the dark staircase and stop when I reach the last step. I hear the grate above me close and I hear his footsteps. He reaches me and looks around.

"The door on the right, open it," he says.

I go forward to the door and slowly open it. A small amount of light pours out and I look in to see the room lit by various candles. "It's okay Lucy, just go in."

I do as Aiden says and he follows behind me and closes the door behind us. The room, although dimly lit, is well adorned with neat wooden furniture and a small cot. There also appears to be a bookcase and books scattered throughout various parts of the small room.

"Someone knew I'd be coming here, they lit the candles for me," he says. He picks up a book and nonchalantly inspects it.

I clasp my hands together. "Was this your home?" I ask.

Aiden looks away from the book and a small smile spreads upon his handsome face. "Your very intuitive. Yes, it was my home."

"You lived underground?" I ask incredulously.

Aiden hesitates before hiding. "I didn't want to be found."

I cross my arms and ignore the stinging on my sprained arm. "What is with all the hiding and secrecy and running away? What happened? Did you do something? Are you a criminal?"

He runs a hand through his thick dark hair. "Lucy, I can't explain it to you. All you have to know is that there are people out there who are evil and corrupt and view me as a threat. I didn't do anything."

"I find that hard to believe," I say.

"I know, and I'm sorry but please just trust me."

I sigh. What other choice do I have but to listen to him?

"Fine but at some point you better tell me these things. It's hard to trust someone who is keeping so many secrets," I say.

"I know Lucy. Look, I have to go find Nathan and see if he can shed light on why I'm back here. Will you please stay in this room and not go anywhere? Please?" The vulnerability in his voice breaks down the barrier of suspicion I had built and I lamely nod my head.

"I'll be back as soon as I can. I promise," he says.

"You better."

Aiden looks around the small room again before opening the door and leaving me alone. The questions swirling inside my head are doing nothing to soothe the anticipation I'm feeling. What is Aiden running from? How are we going to get back home? Can I trust him?

I nearly jump out of my bones with the loud crashing sound on the other side of the door. Oh no! Aiden!