J. A. N. E: Firstworld.

KARYN.

I walked quickly, my gaze down and my hoodie up. The flat shoes I have on aren't doing much for my toes in this weather but it'll have to do. Increasing my pace, I walk into the train station's bathroom and close the door. Tightly. There's no need for anyone to come snooping into the bathroom and find me in it.

Removing my hoodie, I change my bloodied shirt into a clean one from my mobile closet: My backpack.

The new shirt is a tank top with 'PopStar Punk' inscribed on it.

I roll the bloodied shirt into a ball and bind it with masking tape, then abandon it in a corner of the bathroom. Hopefully, it'll be days or weeks until it is discovered.

Things had gotten out of hand with my boyfriend, -no, scratch that; ex-boyfriend, Nathan last night. I head to the mirror and brush my hair back. The black strands tumble down to my waist in wavy curls- my only vanity. Opening the second compartment of my backpack, I retrieve a small makeup kit.

Taking out the eyeliner, I attempt to make myself look presentable rather than appear like a person who had abandoned everything stable in her life and run -which by the way, is what I've done. I pinch my cheeks to regain some colour, hating how pale and frightened I look. Finishing up with my makeup, I head to the door, open it and walk right into ..A really gorgeous woman.

She is dressed to kill in black jeans that show off her generous curves, black thigh-high boots and a gold halter top strapped or, in a more appropriate term, straining against some really nice tits. Her auburn hair flows down to her back, and she has high cheekbones that make her appear ethereal with pursed lips painted a gorgeous red.

Two words... Breathtakingly beautiful.

She sidesteps me, forcing her way into the bathroom. Taking a look around, she huffs.

"So this is where you've been, I've been looking everywhere for you."

Okay. Maybe she's also a tad bit carazy. She's also in my space. I mean, not to be rude, but you can't just walk in here, when I don't know you and declare you've been looking for me.

"Um, hello!! Do I know you?" I ask, even though I know for sure that I don't. I wouldn't forget a face like this.

"Well, that depends... My name is Daphne. Now you know me, Karyn. " She replies and I frown.

"How do you know my name? Are you a cop or something?" I ask again. Am I the only one confused here?

"It's only fair that I know your name, Karyn. After all, you know mine now, don't you?" She replies sweetly.

I reach into my pocket for my switchblade. I might have a few broken ribs from my fight with Nathan last night, but I could probably take her on. Clutching the blade tightly, I assess my clothing; sweatpants, hoodie, flatshoes. Yeah, I could probably take her on. She takes in my defensive stance and smiles.

" You don't disappoint. Live in violence much, Karyn?" She raises a perfectly carved eyebrow.

"There is no need for any of that. You just have to come with me, and neither of us gets hurt, especially not me. You look like you throw a mean punch". She remarks with a grin and I almost like her.

.Almost. I said, almost.

I eye her carefully. She makes no sudden movements and her hands are clearly visible. Smart.

"Why on earth would I go anywhere with you? I don't know you. I'm not stupid." I state.

"Yeah, you don't look it. Okay, I guess since I will be leaving with you, I'll tell you. Fair warning, it's going to sound crazy, but I have a feeling you and I will make amazing friends."

I give her a look that explains what I think of that and she chuckles.

"You're an unknown. You need to come with me so that you can discover what supernatural you truly are, train to control, harness and utilise your power. You're enough danger to yourself and others as it is. You almost killed Nathan Pitt last night." She rattles off words so quickly that when she's done, I just gape at her.

I'm looking at her as though she's crazy, confused or both.

"You say you're no cop, but then, how else would you be prior to all this information about me? Is this some kind of trick to set me up and get me to come along with you? You know you can just read me my rights, right?" I ask, getting worried.

Beautiful or not, this woman's probably certifiable.

"Well to be honest, I'm not surprised. So much for telling you why you need to come with me. We have to leave now or we won't make it to Switzerland before nightfall."

"What!! What the fuck did you just say?"

"Switzerland." She reiterates.

Now I know she's definitely crazy. Switzerland!! Ha!

Even if I'm not really up to my country, we're presently in the United States of America, and she expects me to follow her all the way over to Switzerland. In another freaking CONTINENT!!!!

"There is no freaking way I'm following you to Switzerland, miss. I think you're-" Before I finish my statement, a thick golden rope shoots out of her wrist and loops around me, binding me, arms and all.

Where on earth that came from is uncertain, but the rope feels unnatural, almost snug, like a thick blanket.

Real panic sets in, followed by the creeps.

Enclosed in her hands is some sort of... an —is that an... amulet? With the amulet clasped to her wrist, she pulls me to her.

"Okay, okay. You clearly mean business. I won't resist, I'll listen to you. Please, untie me." I mutter, but she opens the door and pulls me outside with her. I'm filled with dread when people glance at us, frowning slightly, before moving along. I can't afford to draw attention to myself right now, but at the same time, I need help away from miss crazy over here.

Rock, meet hard place.

"Can you at least untie me, people are looking at us," I add.

"No, they're not, Kari. Look closely". She replies with a slight shake of her head.

I honestly don't know which is more disturbing: the nickname or the realisation that she's right. Though they are looking in our direction, it doesn't appear as though they see us at all.

.Holy. Freaking. Shit.

This is so bone-chilling weird. We make our way out of the train station and towards a —oh snap, is that a Porsche?

Holy shit.

We walk quickly towards the car, and though I try to pull myself away from the rather amazing car, Daphne simply pulls me as though I'm made of freaking paper and pushes me into the backseat of the car gently then gets in, forcing me to scoot to the other side to make room for her.

As soon as she gets in, the locks of the car are automatically activated. I notice a dark, short man with pointed ears behind the wheel, and I lose my shit.

OH HELL NO!

I'm pretty sure not letting your captor transport you to an unknown location is paramount in How NOT to get kidnapped 101.

I struggle against my binds, trying to reach the car door but my attempts are futile and worse ignored by my gorgeous captor.

"Are you ready, Elfie?" Daphne —my captor asks.

"As I'll ever be, Daphne, " The man replies with a shockingly deep voice, and Daphne smiles.

"Don't worry, Karyn. I know that you're probably scared and uncomfortable but everything will soon make sense. Just hang in there, okay?" She asks and for lack of anything better to say or do, I nod. She grins at me, just as the engine revs and we speed off. The speed gives me a rush of adrenaline that makes me sigh in relief. I was starting to feel numb.

But with the return of feelings comes an influx of thoughts. Are they planning on driving to Switzerland? How are they planning on making it there before nightfall? From what I can tell, it's already dusk.

Lost in my thoughts, I'm startled by a soft hand on my shoulder.

"Karyn. We're here" Daphne says softly.

. Where exactly is 'here'? .

We're parked outside a small house, almost golden in colour and ancient in looks.

. Can't there even be a slight normalcy? .

Daphne helps me out of the car, and we walk into the building, and soon we're face-to-face with another weird-looking man. He has dark brown skin, big brown eyes and rather pointed ears. He's also barefoot with rather big hands and feet.

Oh, come on!!!

"We need to use your accessway, please," Daphne asks the man politely. They engage in a slight conversation, Daphne saying something about her mother referring him to her, but the rest of the conversation doesn't make any sense, so I stop bothering to understand, and turn to admire— investigate my surroundings.

The house has a relaxing ambience, a nice interior, fashionable yet designed formally as well.

"Come on, Kari. Let's go." Daphne's voice rings out, interrupting my quiet assessment of the house.

Daphne leads the way and we walk behind a curtain into a dark room. She opens the door to a— an elevator?

It has gold rails and fancy weird-looking buttons. I follow her into the elevator, not that I have a choice, being bound and all. She presses a button and whispers,

. Home, Sweet home .

A rather odd -no surprise there- sensation washes over me and everything goes black.