Author's Note: (01/05/09) I'm sorry about rewriting this, but I think this version is a much improved version.

Thanks to greyladyrvnclwforbetaing the original.

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---corruption and innocence---

Chapter One: The One and Only

It was one of those moments where I just looked at him and knew it was bad news. Of course by then it was too late. Okay. Maybe I should start from somewhere that at least resembles the beginning.

His name was Lex Denver. He stood at six feet tall, which allowed him to tower over me, and he had dirty blonde hair that fell just above his shoulders. His unruly mane and light green eyes helped with the façade that he was actually a human being. Why would this possible inhuman being be of interest to me? Well, he controlled my inheritance. Oh, and he was about to kidnap me.

I had just returned home from yet another shopping excursion to find him in the middle of my bloody living room, which is the first room one enters into when a person comes into my apartment, with a gun pointing at me. I surveyed the furniture that was arranged in Fung Shway style in attempt to find a formidable weapon. The furniture included my Tiffany lamp, the antique coffee table, my roommate's Italian leather sofa, and our huge plasma television. I thought about using the lamp to bludgeon him to death when he grabbed me, but I didn't want to get blood on the Karastan carpet. Besides, the lamp was a very unoriginal idea and he had a gun shoved into my gut. I think the unoriginality was more than reason for not attacking him than the gun.

"Don't move," he ordered.

"I'm appalled, darling. All that community college education and all you can come up with is 'don't move'," I drawled, which resulted in a glare from him. Maybe I shouldn't aggravate him. I've know him since my father's company hired him on when he was a freshman going to the nearby community college. Somehow, Lex managed to make my dad trust him and write Lex as the heir to his will and the executor. Dear old Dad probably would have completely written me out if it was for his reputation. I mean, disinheriting his poor party girl daughter and leaving her to her own defenses. Now that would be just cruel since her only skills are how to flirt and dress.

"You're coming with me."

"Well, isn't that obvious? You have a gun to me."

He shook his head and began to drag me out the door. The moment he opened it the butt of another gun went down on his shoulder and he went crumbling to the ground. The cause of Lex's unconsciousness was as tall and as skinny as him, but he had shiny, short, and black hair and pretty blue eyes. I knew exactly who it was, but I was pretending not to. I looked from him down to Lex in his Armani suit.

"You know that wasn't nice," I felt the need to inform the man at my door.

"Are you hurt?" a gruff voice responded.

I snorted, trying to keep my voice from shaking. "As if that idiot can do any damage."

His eyes narrowed. I forced myself not to stare into them and get lost in the past. "You really can't be as stupid as the tabloids make you out to be."

"Stupid is a cruel w—" He cut me off by throwing me over his shoulder where I hung like a sack of potatoes.

"Are you kidnapping me?" I asked calmly.

"What do I need to hold a gun to you to make it obvious?"

"Perhaps." I tried to look thoughtful. "Why are you kidnapping me?" I asked as we walked down the stairs to the well-lit parking garage where nobody was in sight.

"It is in our best interest."

"What kind of answer is that? I hope you don't plan on trying to get ransom out of anyone for me because nobody is going to pay it. Well, Visa or Mastercard might since last time I went shopping they sent me a lovely fruit basket."

"What are you? An FBI agent? A CIA agent? An NCIS agent?" he asked.

"Silly, why would I be employed? I'm the heiress to the Dawson Shipping fortune," I offered.

"Arabella Dawn Dawson, y—" he started.

"Don't you think Dawn Dawson is repetitive? I mean, Dawn and Dawson are—"

"Arabella," he exclaimed in the exasperated tone that pulled at my heart strings. When I didn't respond, he shoved me into the black SVU that was parked in front of the door that was the entrance to the parking garage from the building.

My kidnapper's name was Nikolas Dimitros. He was a convicted serial killer that was just released from prison two days ago on a technicality. Worse, he was my first and only love.

---corruption and innocence---

Author's Note: I know you probably have a lot of questions. Many of them should be answered in the next chapter, but if you would like to ask them in a review go ahead. It will remind me and point out things that I didn't make clear enough.

Songs I Listened To While Writing This: Started on 01/05/09.

Paperthin Hymn – Anberlin

Kryptonite – Three Days Grace

In Our Defense – The Academy Is

One Love – Aiden

Never Far Behind – Aly and AJ

My Only Fear - Angels and Airwaves