DISCLAIMER: I don't own WOWP or Camp Rock or any part of it. Only this story ;)

A/N: This is my first WOWP/Camp Rock fanfic, so I hope it's okay. It'll be longer, I promise. Please review and tell me what you think, constructive criticism is appreciated. Thanks :-]

In her seventeen years of life, Alex Russo had always hated dressing up. The idea of wearing a fancy dress or nice shoes, and doing her hair for hours just to impress someone made her cringe. So, why had she agreed to come with Mitchie to her school's junior prom if she would likely just be sitting on the sidelines, watching as her best friend had the time of her life? For moral support, of course. From time to time, she might shake her head no or give an approving smile every time her friend glanced over, eyes pleading for advice on if this one or that one was a boy she should or shouldn't be with. Heck, maybe she could grab a few snacks and some punch.

After looking herself over and brushing some hair from behind her ear, Alex stepped out of the bathroom and made a face at Mitchie's overly dramatic gasp. Her best friend's smile was contagious, and Alex no longer fought the grin that tugged at her lips. Slowly becoming uncomfortable at the sudden attention to herself, Alex looked down at her light blue sleeveless dress which had intricate patterns on the bodice, which was incredibly form-fitting. These patterns were traced by sequins that seemed to come to life if light reflected in just the right places. The skirt of the dress was plain, and ended several inches above her knees. Silver strappy heels, a component of the outfit that Alex protested but Mitchie had convinced her to wear, added several inches to her normal height. Her dark hair, when curly, hung just past her shoulders, but was now incredibly straight thanks to Mitchie's help.

Mitchie had helped a little with her makeup too, with some subtle silver eyeshadow, a bit of eyeliner, some mascara, and a light peach lipgloss, since Alex only owned more natural colors. Mitchie, as always, looked stunning, but her dark green halter dress and her gold strappy heels only contributed to her look. Alex smiled at her friend, rolling her eyes as she giggled.

"Okay, let's just get this over with," Alex laughed, her silver hoop earrings tickling her cheeks.

"Oh, you know you'll love it," Mitchie teased.

Rolling her eyes again, Alex stifled a laugh and walked with Mitchie to a small black car that looked to be in its twenties. Mitchie stepped into the driver's seat, since it was her car, and turned the key in the ignition. It rattled to life and made a several gurgling noises before receding to a low hum. The little car went down several streets and made many turns before arriving in the school parking lot amongst numerous other vehicles. After locking the car, Mitchie and Alex turned to face the school gym, walked to the doors, and made their way inside after handing a hired usher two tickets.

At first, both girls were dancing and having fun, but Alex eventually stepped to the side when a guy asked Mitchie to dance. She sat in a folding chair that was near all the snacks, with her chin in her hands. Sighing, Alex sat back and stretched. It was getting late.

When Mitchie turned to Alex for a brief second, she smiled, gave a thumbs up, and gestured to the door. Pouting, Mitchie nodded at the other girl, Alex rolling her eyes as if to say, "I'll only be a minute."

Walking towards the gym door, Alex stepped outside and smiled as a cool breeze hit her face. It was difficult to realize how hot it could get with several hundred students packed inside of a gym while dancing. Glancing around, Alex noticed a small bench across the lawn in the school garden.

She sat down, sighing, and rested her chin on her hand again. A chill went down her spine and a small shriek escaped her lips as someone touched her shoulder, but she quickly stifled it with a hand. Looking up at a tall, dark figure, she let out a shaky breath.

"Do I know you?" she asked, squinting her eyes for a better look at the man standing before her.

The sky was cloudy, so the stars and moon were shielded and only a faint light came from evenly spaced streetlamps.

The figure was silent. She looked him up and down a second time, trying to remember if she'd seen him before.

Again, she asked, "Do I know you?"

No reply. Her heart beat just a little faster than usual. But just a little. Alex Russo didn't get scared. Her senses became more acute, as she could hear and feel the rhythm of loud music coming from the gym, just a few paces away. And then she heard something she didn't expect. Her eyes darted to the street where a utility van pulled to the side of the road.

And then her heart started pounding faster than before. She could feel it against her neck and her chest. Standing, she uneasily made her way around the man.

"I should go," she stated, hoping that the gym wasn't as far away as it looked now. The school looked as though it was becoming more and more distant.

Tearing her gaze from the man for a split second, she calculated how quickly she might be able to run in her heels if necessary. Looking back again, the man was gone. Had he left? Was he merely a figment of her imagination? Maybe someone slipped something into the punch she drank and he was merely an illusion.

But then, an illusion couldn't cause the searing pain she just began to feel in her right side. Or the fact that the world was now flipped sideways and the cold, hard concrete seemed to rise up and hit her in the face. No, an illusion couldn't drag Alex Russo into a van and drive off with her while she was unconscious.

But a man could.