A/N: Hello people...I just want to say before you read this...know that THIS IS MY STORY!! I OWN THIS OK? if I find that you have stolen my story or even a piece of it...i will personally track you down and break my foot off in your thieving behind. Yes, yes, I know it will hurt the both of us, but I bet you wont do it again. While your asshole will be immediately stretched for the comfort of my large boot, I will once again smile, because I will have done some good.

“Ariel Bottoms…”

I approached the stage just as the speaker called out my name for me to receive my diploma. Finally, I was graduating with a full degree in journalism, free to do whatever the hell I wanted to….well almost.

I approached Mr. Stratford and shook his hand first, a grateful smile plastered across my face, but wait…Why wasn’t he smiling back? As a matter of fact he was frowning in what seemed like…disappointment, shock, confusion, and embarrassment? How weird.

My advancements towards the next person in line slowed as I came to the agonizing realization that everyone on stage was staring at me too, with the same look. ‘What in the hell is going on?’ I stopped completely in the middle of the stage and slowly turned towards the crowd that was suddenly silent. Everyone’s eyes were on me.

Why was everyone so quiet all of a sudden, and why were they all staring at me? I looked across the crowd and spotted my parents who bent their heads out of shame. Someone coughed.

I don’t know what told me to look down, but I obeyed that voice and found that I was at my graduation, on stage, in front of thousands of people….naked. Yes, I, Ariel Michelle Bottoms, was standing in the middle of the stage in all my naked glory with nothing but a cap on my head, and black stilettos on my feet. Talk about embarrassing. As soon as I realized this, every single person in the auditorium burst into laughter.

Almost driven to the point of tears, I tried to cover my shame, but my arms wouldn’t move. I tried to run but my legs wouldn’t take commands from the brain anymore. All I could do was scream before I heard a familiar voice calling my name.

“Ariel…”

I know that voice.

“Ariel…”

Stop calling my damn name.

‘Naked…’

Wait! Keep calling my damn name!

“ARIEL!!”

‘There you go.’

I sat straight up, sweating as if I had just run a 50 mile marathon. I looked around the room frantically, making sure that I was no longer in that horrific dream, but indeed awake. My eyes fell on Angela’s tall form hovering directly over me. She was laughing hysterically.

She took a huge deep breath. “Did you have that naked-in-front-of-large-crowd dream again?” she asked in between chuckles.

I glared at her.

This bitch actually found this funny. I wonder how she would react if she was stripped naked and thrown in front of millions of people.

I sighed and flopped back onto the pillow on my bed. “Yea, only this time it was at graduation.”

“Hm…why graduation? That’s like three years from now. You shouldn’t be worried about that right now.”

I groaned as I listened to her shuffle busily around the room, my eyes held shut.

“What you do need to worry about is the class you going to be late for if you don’t get your lazy butt up and leave in…um two minutes.”

My eyes immediately shot open, and I jumped out of bed tripping over the sheet that was tangled around my ankle. “Oh shit…ohshitohshitohshitohshit! Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?”

I grabbed my black shirt off of the floor and tried to put it on while working my foot into a sneaker.

“Well, I just got in. You’re lucky I woke you up at all. I was just going to let you sleep. You looked so peaceful laying there screaming ‘Where are my clothes? I had them on…I know I had them on…’” I watched as she did an over-dramatic imitation of me.

“I hate you,” I muttered just as I lost my balance while putting on the other shoe.

“Yea, yea, yea. I love you too. Now get going. You are officially late…again.”

“OK, bye!” I said as I darted out of the room.

Just as I ran around the corner down the hall I heard “ARIEL! YOU FORGOT TO PUT ON YOUR JEANS!”

“Shit…” Maybe that dream had some meaning to it.

I darted around yet another corner of the overly long hallway towards the Auditorium where my history class was held. I hated the fact that it was a night class because it took away from all the lovely and more interesting things I could be doing rather than learning about Caesar and Marie Antoinette for the 50th time. Not that they weren’t interesting people, it’s just that how much more can you get from their story. They were both royals who screwed up…big time, pissed off everyone, and ended up being killed by their own people. It’s tiring.

I paused at the entrance to straighten my clothes and look somewhat…presentable. Not that anyone would notice. No one ever noticed.

Yes it’s true. I’m unwanted. Why? I don’t really know. I can’t be that ugly. I’ve only had one boyfriend in my entire life and that was in the 4th grade. That lasted for about a day, but only because it was a dare. Yea, pitiful. It hurt like hell when I found out that it all had been just a cruel joke. I guess that’s where the years of low self esteem and depression sprouted from.

It’s still there, unfortunately, and I don’t think that feeling of regretting that I am who I is will ever cease to exist. At least now I try not to acknowledge it…and you can barely tell that I feel the way I do. I guess I’m a damn good actor. I don’t even try to bring attention my way anymore. I just try to hide away in the shadows where I belong, and so far that has been the best thing I’ve ever done for myself.

But something about the teacher I was about to walk into the presence of made all females, regardless of status, perfect themselves before making such a daring move. Even if it was just to walk past him.

He was unbelievably handsome, sophisticated, intelligent, and…smooth. He could melt any girl’s heart with just a simple ‘Hello’. All girls wanted him, and all guys envied him. Dorian, as he insisted we call him, was what I like to call the very essence of a Greek god…well Italian.

He had striking grayish silver eyes that looked like they could shoot daggers at anyone who crossed him. His hair was short, curly, and a dark brown color, kind of like mahogany. The way his curls fell around his face made him look a bit babyish, yet manly, if that was possible. He always dressed to the T, even if it was a simple t-shirt and pair of jeans (though I rarely ever saw him wear that), and he seemed very fond of black, mainly because he always wore it.

He was every bit of twenty-one, which was very odd for a professor, yet he had so much wisdom and knowledge, that it sent everyone who encountered him into a world of wonder and amazement. Everyone admired this character and beyond all reason respected him.

I took a deep breath and entered the room, which was oddly vacant, save for the three figures conversing with each other in the front, one of which I immediately recognized.

“So what’s the best way to take this guy out? I mean what’s his weakness? When do we attack?”

“Honestly…I don’t know.”

“What?!”

“You mean to tell me that you’ve been working at this god forsaken college for three months and you’ve got nothing?”

“Yea, bro, your slipping.”

“Well Its not exactly easy to profile someone when you have over 400 stu…”

The door suddenly opened and all three of the brothers looked at the woman who emerged.

Nicholas could do nothing but stare. She was breathtaking.

They all turned and looked at me, making me freeze in place.

“Ah, Ariel…” Dorian said.

‘Oh snap, he said my name. Legs don’t fail me now!’

“Class was canceled tonight. I sent everyone a email about it. Did I not send you one also?”

‘He’s talking to me. Oh Por Dios! Speak damn it. SPEAK!’

“Oh…um, sorry. I forgot to check it.”

“What did I tell you about that? You need to check your email everyday, three times a day. You never know what will come up.”

‘God his voice is sexy. Damn it I sound like a horny schoolgirl.’

“Uh…yea. I’ll try to do better,” I said glancing at the two next to him who were staring at me fiercely. I swiftly turned around and began to walk away, but he stopped me.

“Wait, Ariel. I want you to meet my brothers.”

I hesitated. He has two brothers…and he wants me to meet them?

I looked at the two men who were still staring at me. I felt two inches tall beneath their gaze, and I had every reason to. These men looked at me with a emotion I had yet to discover, making me want to jump out of my skin, if that was indeed the quickest way to escape their eyes.

I sighed softly. “Um…hi, I’m Ariel. Nice meeting you,” I mumbled quickly, then turned and began to walk away.

Dorian chuckled softly. “No, no. Come here Ariel. Don’t be so nervous. I’m sure they wont bite,” He gestured for me to come closer and strangely enough I felt a tug. Though I didn’t pay much attention to it, my legs began to move at their own will.

I giggled nervously, and stared at them as I approached the group. When I settled before them, Dorian spoke. “Ariel, this is Damon, my twin.”

I glanced at him, taking in his full appearance as he seemed to be doing the same to me. He did indeed look just like Dorian in the face, same eye color and everything, but he had short, spiked, silver hair with jet black tips. He had piercing in his chin, nose, and eyebrow. It only made me wonder in what other places he might have had piercing. Unlike the others he was not dressed up in the least bit, but wore a tight black polo shirt (showing every muscle he had), and black jeans. He looked as if he should be on the cover of some top model magazine, then again all three of them did.

Damon gently grabbed my hand and kissed it. “It’s nice to meet you Ariel.”

Did I mention he had a tongue ring?

Just from hearing that line I could tell that he had a lot of experience in wooing young women. His voice was deep and smooth with a little hint of arrogance, his accent just a bit heavier than Dorian’s.

“Yea, same here.”

Dorian‘s smile grew wider.

“And, this is Nicholas, the eldest of us.”

He wasn’t even paying attention when his brother introduced them to each other. All he could do was focus on this feeling he was getting, this vibe he felt from her. It was as if he was drawn to her, almost like how bugs are drawn to light. It took everything in him to refrain from tackling her, ripping her clothes off, and going at it like a wild beast.

He couldn’t help it. He could barely control it. He had only met this girl a second ago, and she already had his mind in a frenzy.

She was it. The one he had been destined to be with since before either one was born. She was his bride, his mate, the one chosen to be with him for all eternity.

She was absolutely stunning. She had beautiful brown curly hair that brought out the greenish brown color of her eyes. Her body was perfectly proportioned in every way. Curves in the right places, breast perfect size, she was perfect.

He took a deep breath. He had to see her again. Tonight. Alone.

Nicolas looked at me as if he had just had a revelation of some sort. Just as I had did Damon, I took in his full appearance. He looked a lot like his brothers but looked a lot different at the same time. His hair was dark, almost black, silky and straight, and pulled back into a ponytail with a slight curl at the end. His eyes were a deep sea blue with little specks of silver. I felt like they were piercing into my very soul just by locking eyes with him. His smirk made me want to run away and hide behind a rock, yet it was very beautiful. He was so serious and sinister that it was surprising that he chose to smile at me.

He wore a simple white dress shirt that was unbuttoned down to the middle, and a pair of black slacks. You could tell that his large body was chiseled to perfection as were the other men in front of me.

I wonder who their parents are.

Nicholas, silently gazed at me before lowering his eyes elsewhere in a slight hungrily matter, as Dorian and Damon watched in what seemed like amusement. I felt my dignity slip from me at that very instant.

“Uh, I gotta go.”

These guys were weird. I mean really weird. Sexy, but still weird. I had to get out of there. I exited as quickly as I possibly could.

Nicolas turned to the men beside him, a smirk smitten across the features of his face. “She’s the one.”

Dorian turned and looked at his brother. “What do you mean?”

“Exactly what I just said,” Nicolas replied, his eyes lingering on the door where the girl had just been.

Damon chuckled softly. “This should be fun.”

Wrapping a towel around my moist body, I climbed out of the shower in the dormitory bathroom. I walked to the mirror and picked up the brush that I had laid there earlier, grateful that no one had stolen it. People around here had a tendency to steal insignificant items.

I paused and gazed at myself in the mirror. My heart felt heavy all of a sudden. What was wrong with me? Why didn’t men find me attractive? Well, I’ve never heard anyone say they didn’t find me attractive, then again no one ever told me I was beautiful either…well except my mother.

I found myself trying to pick out things that were beautiful about me to keep from feeding into my own self pity and bursting into tears.

Well, I wasn’t bald…that’s a start. My brown hair was naturally thick, soft, curly, and hung just below my shoulders. I had clear caramel skin, though it took years and years to get it that way after puberty.

I leaned closer into the mirror. My eyes had to be the best thing about me. They were naturally slanted, and a muddy green, which was odd because no one else in my family had eyes like that.

I leaned even closer to get a better look at my face through the steam, knocking my brush to the floor. Sighing, I picked it up to began brushing through my hair again.

Suddenly the lights began to flicker on and off, until I was finally left in complete darkness.

I paused.

Ok…that was fucking weird. My heartbeat quickened its pace as my mind raced through all the possible reasons for the lights to be flickering that way. I know I wasn’t the one doing it, because I was the only one in the bathroom. Or was I?

I gasped as a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around my waist.

Well that answers that question.

“Don’t scream,” a calm deep voice whispered into my ear.

Who says I have to listen?

I opened my mouth, but before I could utter a sound a hand clasped around my mouth.

“I said don’t scream.”

Suddenly the lights were back on and the steam from my shower was gone. I was staring into the mirror at myself wrapped in the arms of…Nicholas? What the hell?

He let go of me and stepped back, a little confidence riding his face as he gazed intently at me. “You dropped your notebook. I came to return it.” Who the fuck returns a notebook while someone is trying to get dressed in the shower room?

I just stood there staring through the mirror at him, terrified to death. My thoughts weren’t formulating as they should have been. “Th…Thank you?” I stammered. Wait, that wasn’t the correct response for this situation. Why was I thanking this stranger who just rudely invaded my privacy with the lame excuse of trying to return my notebook. I should have been screaming my ass off while kicking and swinging my arms at him. Then again, just by looking at him, my attempts probably would have sent him into a fit of laughter.

“Um…well I’m trying to get dressed so could you…”

“Beautiful, and all mine,” he mumbled as he glanced over my body before finding my eyes again. He said it as if it was the solution to something that he had been searching for for a while.

“Excuse me?” I asked not sure if I was hearing things or not.

“You heard correctly. You belong to me.”

Why did it seem like he was responding to my thoughts? Why was he so damn random? AND why was he still in the bathroom with me? Weirdo.

“What in the hell…I don’t belong…”

Before I knew it I was pushed into a corner, and pinned against the wall by his body.

Talk about an invasion of space.

I felt so short compared to him. He had to be about twelve inches taller than me.

I held my breath as he gazed down into my eyes, like he was searching for the answer to a very hard calculus problem. He leaned down, rubbing his nose against my skin, inhaling deeply, as if taking in my scent.

He began lightly kissing on my neck as he caressed my hips. I felt the towel slightly loosen and then watched as it was flung across the bathroom floor.

At that moment, I realized that I hadn’t been fighting him off like I should have been doing. I seemed to be losing myself more and more as I felt his lips nip softly around my clavicle. It was as if I was in a trance, and although I opened my mouth repeatedly to protest, it closed just as fast.

God, he smells good. Ah! Snap out of it.

“Don’t fight it. It would be no use,” he whispered into my ear.

He glanced down at me, memorizing every inch of my body.

Man, did I feel degraded.

“Perfect,” he whispered as a small grin appeared on his face.

‘Snap out of it Ariel!’

“Get off of me!” I screamed suddenly, pounding at his chest with my fist, but he quickly silenced my screams with a kiss, pinning my wrists to my sides with almost too much force.

He was indeed a great kisser, but that’s not the point right now. The point is, this bastard was invading my privacy, molesting me, degrading me with his eyes, and giving me unwanted kisses. Potential rapist if you ask me. But at the moment there was nothing I could do to get him off of me, despite my muffled screams and attempts to free my wrists from his tight grasps. I couldn’t even move my legs to kick him. The only thing that I made him do is grin and kiss me harder.

When he finally pulled away, he smiled and whispered, “Presto, il mio amore, ti sarà miniera. Molto presto.” and before I could blink he was gone.

The only thing I could think about was the fact that he didn‘t even give me my damn notebook back.

Nicholas walked down the quiet street towards his car, taking in the calming breeze. He had made a mistake in seeing her again so soon. He really hadn’t realized how close he had come to loosing his right mind and taking her right then and there on the bathroom floor.

Her scent was mesmerizing, tantalizing, hypnotizing. Man, if only she knew the effect she had on him. Her mind was interesting, and just from the few thoughts he read he could tell she was intelligent. A serious plus.

It was fun listening to her trying to fight the grasp he had on her. It was as if she was willing, but at the same time trying to do what was literally sane in the situation. She was seriously losing the fight. What she didn’t know was that that was a totally natural response, since she was indeed who he believed her to be.

He had to have her, but not right now. There was a certain way he had to do this, a certain approach he needed to take, and if he could just hold out for a little longer, she would be begging him to take her rather than him taking her on his own free will. He just hoped his own possessive, spoiled, and jealous ways wouldn’t get in the way and mess things up.

He took a deep breath and smiled.

This should be fun indeed.

A/N: Well I hope that you enjoyed the first installment of CaM...things will get very interesting after this...for there is a lot to be explained. I will warn you, there will probably be some strong sexual suggested things in this story...maybe even a lemon...not sure, just be careful if you are underage. Please Review...it helps me to know if you like it or if i need to improve...and trust i dont mind constructive criticism...just be nice about it. Until Next time...see ya

-Caya