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A/N: READ ME!! This is the first chapter in a re-write of Fated. Thanks to some constructive reviews I decided I wanted to add a bit a spruce the story up. Most of the key plot points will stay the same but I think this will make the story better. I will be updating the other chapters in the coming days. Thank you all for your amazing reviews and I'm sorry it took this long to update!

Chapter 1

For the first time in her life Emily Meyer was truly afraid. She stared up at the figure standing above her and tried in vain to suppress her tremor of fear. It was late, past midnight, and she had been hurrying home from the small book shop she owned and had decided to take the short cut past the bridge. Since she was young her father had always warned her not to take that path when it was dark but in her haste she'd blocked out his words. She had been walking quickly, her eyes scanning the shadows, so she hadn't seen him right in front of her. She'd run into to his back and fallen straight down to the ground.

Despite growing up in New York and seeing all sorts of people on a daily basis Emily wasn't prepared for this man. When he whipped around and stepped into the light Emily hadn't been able to hide her gasp.

He looked down at her as his mouth formed a sneer. Emily stared at him. His skin was white. Not just pale but literally a chalky white and he had what looked like intricate scars on his face. They traveled across his forehead and cheekbones in a swirling pattern that reminded Emily of the tribal tattoos that had been so popular a few years ago. His hair was platinum, nearly as light as his skin and fell regally past his shoulders, even longer than her own. But it wasn't his skin or hair that captivated Emily's attention. It was his eyes. They were a pale golden color and seemed to glow from within. Try as she might she couldn't tear her eyes away from his.

"You should be more careful girl." He said in a much calmer voice than she expected. From the anger showing through his expression she had expected him to yell at her.

Emily shook herself out of her daze, "I'm sorry. I didn't see you."

"No, I expect you didn't. This is not the safest place to be at night, you know." He chuckled.

Emily titled her head and studied him further. He had a hint of an accent that she couldn't place. "I know that." She said.

He looked at her carefully, "This city, have you lived here long?"

Emily wrinkled her brow. Why was this man making small talk?

"My whole life." She finally answered, "Why do you ask?"

"You have no accent. Not like the others." He told her.

Emily nodded, "Yeah, try growing up in New York without the accent. You wouldn't believe how cruel people can be when they think you aren't one of them." She had never been able to explain or live down that fact that she had no true New York accent.

The man's eyes darkened, "I know exactly how cruel humans can be."

"You say that as if you aren't one." Emily chimed, then instantly regretted her quick tongue.

He looked at her dangerously, "You insult me by even suggesting it."

This conversation was getting way too strange for Emily. "I better get going." She said as she started to push herself off of the ground.

He reluctantly extended his hand to help her. "What is your name girl?"

Emily grabbed his hand and rose to her feet, "I'm not a girl; I'm 27 for crying out loud. And my name is Emily."

Emily realized that he had frozen the moment their hands met. He was looking between her hand and her eyes with an odd expression on his face.

"That is not your name." he said softly.

"Of course it is." She said trying to laugh as his grip on her hand tightened.

"No, it is not." He said as he pulled her closer.

"Let go of me please." Emily asked, very afraid of what this man could do to her.

He shook his head, "You are her." He whispered, almost as if he was in awe.

"I don't know what you are talking about. Let go of me."

"I cannot." He said resolutely but she could tell he wasn't exactly happy with the thought. "You must come with me."

"What?" Emily exclaimed, "No!"

"You must. You are her." He said as he began to pull her gently with him.

Emily fought. She kicked and screamed and tried to get away but his grip on her hand never loosened. Either he was incredibly strong or she was weak. Finally he picked her up and carried her. She beat her arms against him and yelled for help the entire time but no one came to her aide. She continued to yell as he carried her to an alley way and into a slaughter house.

He must have become tired of her screaming because he raised his voice for one moment. "Quiet!" he demanded as his arms tightened around her like a vice.

Emily didn't listen to him; she continued to scream. Did he really think she was going to let him abduct her without a fight?

She was stunned into a momentary silence when they arrived at a large circular door. The metal work alone looked like it had taken years to complete. He twisted a combination into the panel to the right of it and they both watched it slowly open.

"Oh my God." Emily whispered when the door had disappeared to reveal the people inside. No, she told herself, not people. Her eyes darted from left to right as she felt panic engulf her.

'I'm going to die down here.' The words echoed through her mind and she had to close her eyes to block out the sight of the horrible creatures. When she finally opened them again she looked up at the man.

He was looking at her calmly, with interest. "Welcome home." He said with the slightest smirk, but Emily saw the cruelty, the mocking behind it.

Emily felt her heart begin to beat wildly and from the look in his eyes she knew the man felt it too. The last thing she saw was his intent gaze before everything faded to black.