"You!" I exclaimed. The 'you' in question was the blonde haired, blue eyed, tanned younger brother of my stalker so I wasn't sure whether to feel slightly relived to see a familiar face or even more scared because he was related to Harry who at the very least a stalker and at the very worst a psychopathic stalker.

"Sarah." Golden hair said again, in acknowledgement this time. He took a step towards me and I took a very large step backwards.

"Where am I?" I blurted out. I'd intended to sound cool, calm and collected and all badass to try and trick him into thinking that I'd have something close to a chance if things came down to any sort of physical confrontation. Instead my voice was high, a little wobbly and just generally conveyed the impression that I was terrified.

"Hey," he said softly, taking another step forward with his palms raised in a 'I come in peace' gesture, "I'm not going to hurt you."

"Said the serial killer right before he sliced and diced a few people." I muttered unhappily, but some of the tension did leave me, not all of it by any means but enough that I didn't feel like I was about to shatter under the stress.

"Look I just want to talk." He said. He didn't move forward this time, instead he was treating me like I was a spooked animal about to bolt which was a little insulting and also a little stupid as where exactly would I run to?

"Fine." I said, making a conscious effort to sound as unaffected as possible, "Let's talk. We can start by talking about where I am and how I got here." I crossed my arms (partly to hide the way my hands were shaking) and glared sat him as though I wasn't prepared to take no for an answer. I wasn't sure how ferocious I looked, in all honestly it was probably more amusing than anything but I may as well try.

In response he lowered his hands and raised an eyebrow. He didn't seem to know how to react and when he next spoke he was hesitant as though he was thinking very carefully about the words he was saying.

"I brought you here." He eventually said softly. The gentle tone did nothing to mask the more sinister implication behind it and I took another step backwards.

"You knocked me out?" I demanded a hysterical note creeping into my voice. Okay that should have been obvious from the beginning but I was holding onto a little hope that this almost stranger wasn't in any way dangerous but was here to rescue me.

"I had to!" he exclaimed quickly and then seemed to realise that that was an appalling defence and added in a rush, "It was self-defence! I tapped you on the shoulder to get your attention and you just hit me! So I knocked you out, I didn't mean to but it was an instinctive and fairly legitimate response to being attacked." He paused and added ruefully, " But I honestly didn't mean to hit you that hard so I'm sorry."

I frowned. I did vaguely recall now someone tapping my shoulder and I'd whirled round to see who it was. But I didn't hit him? I was thrown off balance though and sort of flailed around a bit. As it possible I'd hit him, probably likely but how could he mistake that for self-defence. I was torn between telling golden-hair-blue-eyes the truth so I could call him out for attacking me and letting him believe I was some kind of karate master.

In the end I chose not to tell him. Maybe if he thought I was a black belt he'd be less likely to slit my throat (I still wasn't entirely sold on the idea that he'd brought me here just to talk)

"So after knocking me out you thought the best thing to do would be to kidnap me and bring me here?" I asked. He shrugged; a casual carefree yet graceful gesture and I envied the ease with which he pulled it off. I made a mental note to practise shrugging in front of the mirror when (not if, when) I got home.

"Yeah." He said without a trace of sarcasm or irony. I took a second to process that.

"I'm Apollo." he said, while I was still trying to decide how to take the knowledge that he thought taking an unconscious person to an unknown place was a good idea.

"Apollo?" I repeated, slightly sceptically, "What's that like a codename?" he frowned but the right side of his mouth twitched like he was amused.

"No that's like my actual name." he replied.

"No one's called Apollo." I said, raising my eyebrows at him in what I hoped looked like a challenging manner. "And this is like Apollo like the God?" I asked.

"What if I told you I was the God?" he asked. He was smiling as he said it, his head tilted to the side like it was a joke. But something about the seriousness in his eyes as he asked the questions told me he was serious. Which he couldn't be. Because that was ridiculous.

Okay guys I am having a world of problems with my laptop at the moment. They fixed the first problem but created a different problem so it's got to go back again. I'm not sure when the next update will be. I'll try and borrow a laptop off of someone and update on Thursday, or my laptop may not be gone by then. It's all kind of up in the air at the moment.

Reviewers and messages: your reward chapter is done and I'll post it asap. Also I'll try and get back to any messages or reviews asap but this laptop is so temperamental at the moment that quite frankly it will be a miracle if I get this story posted. Let alone all the other stuff I've got to do.

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