The man stared at me. He didn't look like an scary, ugly, old guy like I thought he would. In fact, he didn't look much older than me. Maybe 22, or 23? He had light blue eyes, shortish sandy blonde hair, and fair skin.

   "Sorry for scaring you." he said with a smile, holding a hand out to help me up.

   "You didn't scare me!" I said quickly, "you just surprised me, that's all."

  He chuckled.

  "Right. Anyhow, I'm Kaden Maxwell." He said.

  He helped me to my feet, and I said, "I'm Lizzie, and I need your help."

   He studied me up and down, then said, "Alright, come on in."

   He started into his apartment. I stayed back. I was starting to have second thoughts about this.
   He saw my hesitation.

   "You're smart, but you don't have anything to fear. I'm not a rapist or anything." He said.

   I still didn't move.

  "Ok, if I try to so much as kiss you without your permission, you can beat the crap out of me." He said.

   I took another deep breath, then stepped in. I sat opposite him in the living room.

   "So what seems to be the problem Lizzie?" He asked, reminding me of a doctor, or therapist, except he was wearing a T-shirt and jeans.

  "I-I don't know exactly...She told me I couldn't tell anyone about her, and I don't want her to kill you." I said.

   "People have tried to kill me before. Who is she?" He said, studying my face.  

   Lizzie Dear, remember what I told you? Scar asked, a dangerous edge in her voice.

   "She's a monster. She calls herself Scar... she-" I started, then a wave of pain washed over me.

   I screamed, the pain growing so great, I couldn't bear it. I passed out.

   I woke up aching everywhere, my head especially. I tried to move, then realized I was tied up on the couch. My arms were pinned to my side by the rope. A rope was wrapped around my ankles.

   "I hope you'll forgive me for the rope, but it makes your demon less mobile, less dangerous." Kaden said.

  He was again seated across from me. He has a few scratch marks on his cheek.

   "I understand. Did she do that?" I asked, gesturing to his face with my chin.

  "Yeah, she took me by surprise, but it's ok, I've dealt with her kind before." He responded.

   "What is she?" I asked.

  "It's pretty crazy." He warned.

   "She's killed a man, I need to know what she is and how to stop her. Crazy be d***ed."

   "I like your attitude." He said, "Your Scar is a demon. A Blood Lust Demon to be exact."