"As you lie sleeping, I watch with loving eyes. As you walk around, living your life, I blend with the shadows standing in deaths way. I work to protect and care for you. I would do anything for you, but I can't take your heart or your soul. You will always be safe from any danger including me…"

I felt my hands shaking as I re-read, and re-read the note over and over. I wasn't expecting this to happen. I wasn't expecting to have so many emotions and feelings running through my head. My life changed the day I was attacked and then met…him. I was stupid to think anything that had happened would bring me any happiness. He told me from the very beginning, he wouldn't stay forever. He warned me to not get attached to his presence but I think he was telling me so I didn't get used to having my own body guard. But honestly I had grown attached in another way. I was in love. With his head, his heart and his being. And just like he promised…he was gone. He was out of my life in the blink of an eye. It was my own fault. Just like it was my fault I was attacked and had to have him protect me. And now, I was alone, heartbroken and terrified out of my mind someone was going to hurt me. His soft handwriting on the torn and wet piece of paper was the last ounce of safety I felt from him. And as I looked around, glancing at my dark house swearing I saw movement in the shadows, I closed my eyes and let more tears fall on the paper staining it more. I tensed up hearing two footsteps telling me the movement I did see in the shadows was in fact someone. Someone here to hurt me and finally end it. "Hello Logan…"

I watched, tiredly as the elevator doors closed and dinged completely shut. I pressed the button for the basement floor and slowly walked back leaning against the back wall. I yawned pushing my bag up on my shoulder and rubbed the corner of my eyes hoping the late night traffic wouldn't be that bad. Yeah right it was a Friday. Regardless I was happy to be off work and getting away from the hospital. When I brought my hand down from my face, I looked up to see the red numbers changing from the 5th floor, all the way down to B. When they dinged open I pushed off the back wall, yawned one more time and stepped out of the elevator.

I loved my job because I liked to take care of people and help them feel better. However, one downside to it was the hours. I worked 14, maybe 16 hour shift almost every day and it really killed my sleeping patterns. But lucky for me, tomorrow was my day off and even luckier for me, it was a holiday weekend so I had four days off. I was looking forward to that to catch up on sleep and maybe catch up on some books I haven't been able to finish yet. Just thinking about it made me smile and I pulled out my car keys from my brown leather messenger bag. With my head down, my eyes squinted trying to find my car key I didn't see in front of me. Which meant I didn't see the guy I ran right into, smacking hard into his body. It was so hard and such a bad hit that I fell back and smack my back, and my head right onto the concrete. My keys flew out of my hands and I automatically grabbed the back of my head. "Oh gosh…I'm so sorry. I wasn't even paying attention." I opened my eyes slowly and blinked a couple times seeing a blurred but big figure hovering over me. I set my head back on the ground and groaned out shaking my head softly.

"It's okay…I'm a klutz. I wasn't watching where I was going." I blinked a couple more times and finally got my vision on the right track. I saw a hand extended out over top of me and I grabbed it letting the strong hard body pull me back up to my feet. I let go of his head, and nervously brushed the back of my pants and my back off as best as I could. I glanced suddenly aware I was being watched and smiled small blushing instantly. Of course, the man I ran into had to be like super model status. He smiled back at me and reached up with one hand brushing off my right shoulder. His face was hard, and almost looked mean. But then he didn't. His jaw line was incredible and he had dark, almost black eyes staring directly into my own eyes. His neck was huge, along with the rest of his body, all muscle, which explained why I got knocked down and he didn't. I also noticed just as my eyes started to wander down from his face, a tattoo on his neck. It was some odd design that I couldn't even begin to describe especially because he started talking and literally his voice was like chocolate for your ears.

"My name is Michael. I just got here to visit my mom in the hospital. My head is kind of all over the place…which is why I ran into you. I'm so sorry." I laughed and shrugged pulling my bag back up on my shoulder.

"Don't worry. I understand. My name is Logan by the way and I'm a doctor here. Maybe I worked with your mom? What is her name?" I smiled reassuringly and held onto the strap of my bag tight. It stayed quiet almost for a minute and it worried me. Maybe is mom was seriously ill or hurt and he didn't want to talk to some stranger he just ran into, about it. I swallowed hard, knowing I had made everything uncomfortable and awkward and looked down shuffling my feet. "Well I hope your mom is okay…" I turned and breathed out hard walking over to where I saw my keys fly out of my hands. However, when I got to the spot my keys were not there. I frowned and glanced around the small area searching until I saw two feet close to me. I looked up quick and saw Michael, the guy I ran into, holding my keys out in front of me, smiling almost evilly. I smiled back, suddenly not liking the situation at all and took a step towards him. "Thank-thank you." I reached out for them but he moved back fast and chuckled lowly.

"My mommy isn't in here. I came here…to see you." I felt the blood in my body freeze as he smoothly slipped my keys in the front pocket of his black jeans. "See I know who you are, and I know what you do. You save lives and you help people. Where I'm from, that's frowned upon." I swallowed hard for a second time and eyed this strange, buff guy walk around me, making me turn my body to watch his every move. I didn't trust him at all. "If I life is worth saving, and if someone is meant to survive, they'll do it themselves. People like you…disgust me." I clutched onto my bag strap tighter and he stopped walking turning to face me completely. "You have no idea how hard it is for me to not rip your throat out right now." I gasped quietly to myself only egging him on more. He took a few steps forward and before I knew what was happening, he had his left hand around my throat and was squeezing tight. I let my bag go and listened to it crash to the floor with a thud. Both my hands grabbed, scratched and clawed at his one arm as I gasped for air and closed my eyes. "I usually don't like playing with my dinner but…" I was air born in a split second and just as fast as I flew through the air, my body came smashing down onto the ground, hard and again I hit my head on the concrete. Except this time it wasn't the back of my head. It was the front and instantly I felt a cut form and my blood started pouring out just above my right eyebrow. I was not sure how running into a guy and thinking he was attractive led me to get thrown onto the floor, but I was there and with my new head injury, I couldn't even think to get myself up. "Did you ever think this is how you would die Logan Mitchell?" My right shoulder was grabbed and pulled back hard. He turned me completely onto my back making my left arm stay behind me, twisting and turning it causing me to cry out and try to pull my left arm out from under me. When I started to do it, his left foot came crashing down my left shoulder pushing down hard, making me close my eyes tight and scream out, loud. I sure hope someone, like the security in the hospital either heard me, or saw me on their cameras. "It is a shame to see such a young person get killed off so early. But this is the life you chose. And now you have to pay for the consequences. "I slowly opened my eyes feeling like my shoulder was close to popping out of place. But he pushed off my shoulder with his foot and kneeled down next to my sore body. I yelled out in pain, removing my arm out from under me and set it right by my body letting a few tears fall from my eyes. "It's also a shame to…I would hate to see all this delicious blood fall from your neck. But I'm not that upset about it." I frowned scrunching my eyebrows together not sure what he meant by "delicious" blood. But seeing him pull out the knife and turn my head to the side made me careless what he was actually saying. "Now…I wonder how I should do this? What would be the most effective way? If I cut from underneath your ear, down to your collarbone, or just straight across your pale tasty looking neck?" I closed my eyes sending out a silent prayer and sobbed out quietly. "Oh I know." I felt a sharp poke to my neck about two inches below my right ear. I blindly reached out, touching both his arms and tried, but failed to push him away from me. I honestly thought I had succeeded because the pain left but then I heard the knife drop and another pair of footsteps. Someone had heard me and was going to stop this lunatic.

"So this is what it's come to for you people? Killing the innocent?" I opened my eyes slowly hearing a soft angelic voice, that was also laced with anger and a little bit of humor. Another man was walking towards us, in all black with what looked like a gun down by his side. I silently cried to myself raising my unhurt arm and shoulder and held my neck. I felt the blood instantly and closed my eyes sobbing feeling it spill out between my fingers.

"You've got some balls showing your face here. You're a lot braver then any of us expecting."

"Well when it comes to dealing with you pieces of shit…I don't mind coming home." I opened my eyes again and saw the guy who stopped him from cutting my throat open perfectly. He was standing right by my body on the floor and I glanced up seeing a flawless face, with an almost buzzed head. If I wasn't scared for my life I might actually find this guy, holding a gun, very attractive. And honestly, because he was saving my life, it made him that much more attractive. "So…seeing this innocent life bleeding at your hands, means you now have to deal with me. You and everyone else in that ridiculous family of yours knows the rules. Spill innocent blood, you lose your life." I gently rolled my head to the other side seeing Michael smirking and shaking his head.

"I'm not afraid of you Kendall. Especially because you hide behind that stupid little weapon of yours." I cried out again and held onto my neck header trying not to scream even louder for help. "Shut up little bitch." I had no time to stop the swift kick to my ribs that made me turn on my side facing the guy who was here to save me. I raised my legs up to my chest hugged around them and yelled out again in pain, but didn't cry anymore. I closed my eyes hearing someone, well both of the guys above me, walk into each other and start hitting each other. I raised both my hands up to the cut on my forehead and onto my neck pressing down on the wound trying to stop the blood from spilling out. I opened my eyes again and just as I was going to roll onto my back I heard a loud, echoing gunshot ring through the parking garage. I froze instantly and let my mouth drop open, hoping the one who was shot, was the one who tried to kill me. I heard a hard big body fall to the floor behind me and quickly, I was picked up completely off the ground. My body collided into another body and instinctively my arms wrapped around a neck and I squeezed onto it tight.

"It's alright…you're safe." I felt a weird rush of nausea and dizziness rush over me, and when I saw I was being taken to my car, I found it harder to keep my eyes open and keep control over my own body. I passed out.

I was painfully I aware I was in an uncomfortable position. My back was super sore, and my head was pounding. I really wanted to see where I was, what I was on, and why I was in pain but I could tell there was a bright shining sun covering me and with the way my head was pounding, it wouldn't be wise to open them just yet. So I groaned out raising one of my hands (I was so out of it I couldn't tell left from right) and covered my eyes with the hand. I sighed out softly and carefully and slowly opened my eyes. The very first thing I knew was I was in my own home. I was lying comfortably on my bed, with a blanket over my back. That I could gather just by touch. I bravely lowered my hand and squinted shielding my sight form the sun as best as I could. It was probably early in the morning maybe a little after 7 which made me wonder how long I had been sleeping. The last thing I remember was leaving the hospital and getting in my car…wait. Did I get in my car? What the hell happened last night and why was I drawing a blank? I pushed off my bed quick and jumped off it feeling a horrible pain in my left shoulder and an even worse pain on my neck and forehead. I stumbled to my master bathroom and flicked on the light quick, ignoring the blinding light. I gasped slightly seeing a white bandage on my forehead and my neck I gently touched over the one on my neck, and tried so desperately to remember why I had the bandages. It was obvious I had trauma to my head which is why I couldn't remember a thing, but that thought alone made me even more frustrated. "Logan…you're awake!" I turned quick and felt a pang of relief seeing James, my best friend coming towards me holding a cup of coffee. I leaned back onto my bathroom counter and continued to hold around my neck softly. "How do you feel?"

"Confused? Why does my shoulder hurt and why am I bandaged up like this?" He frowned and walked towards me setting his cup of coffee on the counter beside me and pushed my hand away from my neck and gently took off the bandage there. I hissed a little at the pain but watched him as he sighed and tossed the bloody bandage to the counter.

"What the hell happened to you Loges?" I only shrugged feeling rather helpless and let him take off the bandage on my neck. "I came over this morning because we were going to have breakfast and I found you in bed with a note on your pillow next to you. All it said was you were safe. Literally that's all it said." I frowned closing my eyes trying to remember anything form the night before but everything was coming up blank. "I called the hospital and asked if they could check the security tapes for me to see anything and the guy just called me back." I opened my eyes quick and looked up at him. James shook his head and gently turned me to look at the mirror. I gasped out loudly and touched the huge gash on my forehead that wasn't bleeding anymore but still looked painful. "He said the tape shows you running into a guy who then helped you up. After that you guys went into the blind spot of the cameras and he never saw you again. I'm going to go down there with Carlos and try to see if we can pull the face and get an ID." I could only nod as I looked at the cut on my neck giving me an idea that someone had put a knife to my throat. "I just want to know who got you home and cleaned you up but didn't call the cops. But I will find out who did it to you Logan. I promise." I tore away from looking at my neck and locked eyes with him in the mirror and smiled small.

The best way to describe James and my relationship was a really good friendship. A friendship so good, that occasionally we would screw around. It was the epitome of friends with benefits and while I had serious reservations about the whole thing, he assured me it was just so we could have fun together and still be best friends. It pretty much stayed like that for about two years now, but a month ago, he came to my house, drunk out of his mind telling me he loved me and wanted to be with me in a serious relationship. Then he passed out, and we never talked about it again. And now we were back to normal. Me being the nerdy geeky doctor, while he was the kick ass cop who was always my protector. "I talked to one of your colleges, Doctor Smith and he told me to make sure you didn't do anything crazy until we found if you had a concussion." I looked down my body and smiled still turning to face him. I set my butt on the edge of the sink and slowly looked up at him seeing him watching me closely. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him pull out a little flashlight and click it on, shinning it bright in my face. I cringed and squinted but his free hand set gently on my cheek. I opened my eyes completely and he started to move the light. I had done this so many times before, obviously to my patients and knew what he would be looking for. I also knew my head was swimming and it was too hard for me to follow the light. "Shit kid…your head is messed up." I snorted and he clicked off the light putting it back in his pocket. "I guess I'm on Logan watching duty." I laughed out loud at this and he moved in slowly brushing his nose against mine. "Don't scare me like that again, okay?"

"What did I do? I don't remember anything happening." He gently pushed his forehead into mine, avoiding my cut and shook his head against mine.

"I almost had a heart attack seeing you in bed, bandaged up and unresponsive." I closed my eyes and blindly reached out with both hands grabbing his arms dangling by his sides. "So don't let this happen again alright? Don't get hurt anymore."

"Trust me James…it's not on my to-do list." I listened to him laugh just as his lips pressed into mine giving me a soft, sweet little kiss. My mind was running a million miles a minute with thoughts of someone trying to hurt me seriously and then someone dropping me off at my house making sure I was safe and cleaning up my wounds…it was comforting to be this close to someone I cared so much about. I tried desperately to get more from the kiss by pushing up on my tip toes and moving my hands up the side of his body all the way to his neck where I clung onto, but he turned away from my mouth and breathed out softly. I opened my eyes and saw him looking down at something. I glanced down with him and saw a text get opened. I slowly dropped my hands form his neck and sat back down on the edge of the sink.

"Shit…" I smiled small and laced my right hand with his left one and squeezed gently. "Carlos said he got a call about a body dumped in the lake. I have to go." He looked up at me and I shrugged shaking my head.

"I understand. It's your job." He frowned and I kissed his cheek and then hugged him tight. "I'll be fine James. If I need help I can call someone form work. Don't worry. Go." His arms moved up and around my back pulling me up and on his body, hugging me tight.

"Please call me if you need anything. I swear Logan. I'll drop anything I'm doing." I chuckled but nodding knowing how serious that actually was for him.

I walked him out to his car asking him to just check my car with me, to make sure no one was in it and when he told me it was clean I let him leave. I watched all the way until he disappeared down the road and his taillights went out of view. I sighed out shakily and walked back into my little two bedroom, two bath house and shut the door, locking it up tight. I stayed staring at the wood wishing I had begged him to stay and gently leaned forward setting my forehead on the cool of the wood. I knew James, and even Carlos who was also one of my closest friends was just a phone call away but I was terrified to think that someone out there could have killed me last night, and I have no idea about any of what happened. It scared me to think I didn't have control of my own body and…

I stopped breathing and gently lifted my head off the wood and swallowed a had lump. I knew I heard movement behind me. Movement from another person. Now I was really wishing I had asked James to stay and call in sick for work or something. I could barely move an inch waiting to hear the noise again, but it never came. I was starting to wonder if it was just something I made up in my over active imagination because I was afraid. I laughed it off, turning slowly and rubbing my eyes carefully shaking my head. "How do you feel?" I froze again but not before looking up and dropping my hands to my sides. There was a man…an unfamiliar man sitting in my big chair by my fireplace with one leg up on his knee a foam cup of coffee in his hand. "I take it you don't remember me. But then again why should you. Your head was bleeding out." I sucked in a hard breath and clenched my fists hoping this was just my imagination. "Don't be afraid please…I'm not here to hurt you. I'm just checking up on you."

"Who are you?" He sighed softly and stood up making little to no noise. He walked to the small kitchen table in my dining room and picked up a frayed piece of paper waving it softly. I swallowed hard but slowly walked over to him squinting trying to read the words. "You're safe now." I frowned and looked up at his face actually seeing him for the first time. He had bright, bright green eyes a buzzed head and a scar on his jaw line on his right side. I looked into his eyes and for some reason I felt like I could trust this stranger in my house. "You helped me last night?"

"More or less." He smirked just a little and turned sitting back down in my chair. I remained standing staring down at him.

"How did…what happened? I can't remember anything."

"The man who attacked you last night…was trying to kill you." I tensed up and he softly shook his head. "He told you something along the lines of he needed to kill you because you are a doctor and you save peoples lives. From where he's from they don't believe in that so the next step is killing everyone who doesn't follow their rules and ideas. You don't know this Logan but there is another world directly underneath you that watches and destroys the world you live in up here." I frowned quick and had a strange feeling this was the same person who hurt me last night and was here to finish off the job. "For some reason…you caught their attention."

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" He looked up quick, eyebrows raised and I suddenly felt really brave. "Listen…I don't know who you are, and I don't want to know to be honest, so I'll ask you to leave once before I call the cops." I breathed out hard and let my shaking hands drop down at my sides. His head slowly turned to the side before he pushed himself up and walked a few more inches towards me. I tensed up but held my ground.

"Okay…I'll leave you alone. You know how to get a hold of me." He walked in front of me briskly and headed straight for my front door. He unlocked it and pulled it open stepping out. He shut it softly as he walked out and I quickly ran to it, locking it and looking out the peep hole at the same time. He was walking straight to a small dark blue sports car across the street and got in driving off a second later. I quickly ran to my home phone and dialed James's cell with shaky hands.

"What's wrong?"

"I think I know what happened. I know who attacked me."

"What? How?" I closed my eyes and walked blindly back to my door. I opened my eyes and quickly looked out the peephole seeing an empty porch and an empty street. "Logan?!"

"He was just here James. He had a scar on his face green eyes, and a buzzed head. He was also driving a dark blue sports car."

"Did he do anything to you? What did he say?" I pushed my forehead back on the wood of my door and shook my head biting my bottom lip. "Carlos and I are on our way. Don't let anyone else in except me. Do you understand?" I forced a pained smile and opened my eyes letting a few tears, strictly out of fear fall from my eyes.

"Yeah I understand James. Please hurry."

I honestly never thought I would do this kind of story…but here it is. I wrote this all day practically trying to make it as kick ass as I could so I hope it was worth it. I really want some serious feedback about the story structure, the characters…any and everything, please! I'm sure it's not eh best story but I actually like it and I want to write more but if no one like sit, just let me know. _