Here's a new story. Same characters as Captured Captivity, but not as many. This one focus more on how I met the love of my life. Naturally names either have been changed or shortened so that it's not technically illegal. The name, though similar to Taylor Swift's song title, was actually an accident and I decided to keep it. Enjoy.

I was bored, but that was nothing new. Sitting in the same café for hours on end hand become a hobby for me. I swirled my smoothie dully as I heard someone else walk in. I didn't bother looking up from my laptop as I went back to typing out the next chapter to my fifth book.

"Hey there." It took me a moment to realize the voice was talking to me; I glanced up and found a man giving me a large smile. "May I take a seat?" I cocked my head and made a sweeping motion with my hand to signal that he could. The man sat down and stared at me as I returned to my laptop, finger flying across the keyboard.

"So are you writing a business report?" he asked, breaking the small silence.

"No, it's a book." He looked surprised; his blue eyes widened and his brows rose to the line of his floppy brown hair.

"You're writing a book? Have you done it before?"

"Yes, this is my fifth." His jaw hung slack as a wave of writer's block hit me. I gave a sigh of exasperation and shut the computer, gathering my papers and standing.

"Where are you going?" asked the increasingly annoying man as he stood too.

"Home, I've got writer's block."

"Well, uh, maybe I can help with that." He wiggled his eyebrows at me and I simply shook my head.

"Not likely." I mumbled as I turned away.

"Well, um, I'm Collin. I didn't catch your name."

"I didn't give it." I replied, walking out and throwing a half-hearted wave over my shoulder.

As I walked down the street, my honed ears picked up the sounds of footsteps following me, unusual on such an overcast day. I gave a groan when I hear the man's, Collin's, voice behind me. I turned to tell him off, but he collided solidly with my chest and I grunted as I slammed into the brick wall of some random building.

"Fuck!" I hissed under my breath as I saw some of my papers flutter loose. Kneeling to pick them up, I felt more than saw Collin do the same and fear gripped me. "Don't touch them, please." Collin paid no mind and began scooping up the loose leaf sheets. I felt myself hyperventilating and knew I would have a full freak-out if I didn't get my papers.

"Please give them to me." I pleaded, my hand shooting out to grip the papers.

The man smirked and held them out of my reach, taunting me. "Let me take you out on a date and you'll get them back."

I glared at him as my chest constricted. Just as fast as any wind, my mood shifted and anger shot through me. "Give them back to me!" I snarled, punching his arm.

"Feisty, I like it."

I growled as red tinged the edges of my vision and my fist met his chest. He staggered slightly and I took the chance to jump up and grab my papers. Just as my fingers closed around them, Collin tugged them back toward him and I heard a rip. I gasped when I saw a tear running through all of the sheets.

"Son of a bitch!" I roared, punching the nuisance in the jaw. I took my sheets and stored them tenderly back in my bag. I looked up to see the man glaring at me and I returned it before turning to continue home. I felt a pressure on my arm and found myself pressed against the brick wall I had hit.

"What the Tartarus!" I hissed, glowering at the man in utter rage. Fear gripped me as I realized what was going on. "Get off me, you cursed Ares follower!" Collin gave me a look of confusion and I rolled my eyes. "Let me go, dumbass."

The man chuckled and it made my skin crawl. "You've got a dirty mouth; maybe I can clean it a bit." Quick as lightning, my leg bent and I slammed my knee into his croch. He grit his teeth as pain shot through my knee.

"Damn!" I whimpered. "Cup!"

"Thank God too."

"Good, another reason for me to hate his ass."

I lunged forward and sank my teeth into his collarbone, making him let me go with a startled yelp. I didn't waste any time in taking off in the direction of the café. I couldn't pick a better time to be thankful for my sneakers than in that moment as I pounded down the sidewalk. But my luck ran out just before I got to the small shop. Collin caught up to me and dragged me into a nearby alley. I didn't scream, I don't scream when I'm afraid. Kicking and flailing, I fought against the man as he slammed me against the wall. I saw popping lights in front of my eyes and groaned.

"You like that, don't you?" Collin snickered. I sighed and glared at him.

"Get it over with, asshole." I spat. "I have a life to live, unlike you."

He growled and pulled his fist back; I awaited the blow and mentally prepared myself, but that didn't stop the punch from hurting like Tartarus. I whimpered in pain and glared at the man as blood slowly dripped from my lip. Collin punched me again and I felt the pain ripple through my eye and cheek.

He was going to strike a third time, but a hand came down on his shoulder and a voice asked, "Now is that really any way to treat a woman?" I glanced up to see a man glaring at Collin.

"Aw, come on, Clay," Collin said with a nervous chuckle. "I was just havin' some fun with her."

I glared at him venomously and looked to the other man challengingly. He gave me a short nod. "Well, I think your fun should come to an end now. She doesn't look too happy."

I raised an eyebrow in confusion. There was obviously tension in the air but these two talked like old friends. Collin gave a slight grumble as he backed off. I brushed myself down and, before either of them could react, I broke his nose and delivered a very rough punch to his ribs. He screamed in pain and stumbled away, looking for someone to help him.

I turned to the other man and offered my hand. "Thank you for your help."

He gave me a smile and I instinctively smiled back. "It wasn't nothing. Do you need a ride home?"

I was prepared to say 'no' when fear shot through me at walking home alone. "Yes, please."

It was a mostly quiet ride to my house as I gave him the directions. "Thanks."

"No problem." He told me. "I'm Clay."

"Angel."

"You have a good night then, Angel." I nodded and turned to go inside before something inside me decided to act on impulse. I turned back and cleared my throat. "Hey, um, I-I know we just met and all and this may sound really crazy, but, uh…" I tore a piece off one of my sheets and quickly wrote my number on it. "Here's my number. Call me, you know if you ever want to meet again or if you, uh, maybe need some help."

Clay nodded and tore off a piece of the paper I gave him and wrote his own number. "You too, Miss Angel."

I smiled and walked into my house. It had been a strange day.

The second chapter is in progress, but tell me how you like it. And as for the reader who's still waiting for his copy, I'm typing it as well, it's just taking longer than expected, my apologies. Review?