Oliver wasn't sure if he could tell her the truth or not. That his very own pack of werewolves, who were dedicated to getting revenge on those who had done wrong to them, was trying to kill her. And he was expected to bring her to them. 

He swallowed, feeling his usually cool faquade start to slip from his grasp. "This is more than just random murders, Nikki," he said in a small voice, leaning on her bedroom door so she couldn't escape. "The group behind it... they're assassins. And truth is, I was one of them. Was one of them." Sweat slid down his face as he smiled shakily.

"You're next. That man we met in the allyway- my old friend, he told me to bring you to them tomorrow at noon. So they could kill you." Oliver was twisting the truth again, but he couldn't help it. There was no way he could let her know what he was, ever. "And if I don't bring you to him, then they'll find and kill us both."

Oliver offered one shaking hand. "Please, Nikki. Just... grab some clothes and important possessions and leave with me." 

Oliver nodded, shaking off his nervous exterior, taking on a more grin ex
pression. He took her bag, and slung it over his shoulder, opening his arms towards her. "I'll pick you up," he explained calmly, though you could tell he was itching to leave. "And they I'll jump out the window with you in my arms. Got it?"

He stared at her for a moment. "Actually... I'd prefer you put a jacket on or something before we leave. It's freezing outside; the temperature's dropped and it seems to be snowing again." He slid away from the door, and made his way towards the window, pulling it open as far as it would go.

"Nikki..." he said softly, staring out the window rather than looking at her. "If you want, you can leave a note for your parents. I know you probably don't want them to worry about you..." 

Oliver appeared behind her, chest and stomach pressed against her back as he leaned in, hand curling around hers on the pen. His elegant hand writing started to blossom on the paper like flowers in may. "Perhaps," he said softly into her ear. "It is best to tell a half-truth."

He was only too aware of her body on his, which made his head buzz like a thousand angry bees were trapped inside his skull. It was sickening to think about. So he turned his attention to the paper and what he was writing on it instead.

Dear Mother and Father,

I am sorry to disappear like this, but I no longer feel safe living in a city that is completely shut down. I have chosed to stay at a friends house in Phoenix until the city is safe once again. I'm sorry to have to tell you like this, through a note, but I think it is for the best.

Sarah and I, (yes, Sarah is the girl I'm staying with), will keep in contact with you frequently. She has a cellphone on her at all times so I can call you whenever I want. We won't be gone long, maybe six months at most. I wouldn't do this if I didn't have to.

From,
Nicole Smith (<- put her name there. omg lol)

P.S. - I LOVE YOU

He scribbled a small heart at the bottom of the page, smiling as he released her hand and leaned away from her. "Come, now, Nikki. We haven't much time to waste." He moved back towards the window, which seemed to be his favourite spot in her room.  

{ KAY. I so had to do that. :I } 

Oliver glanced at her for a moment thoughtfully. "Why stay?" he added on in the romantic British accent he was born with, "If I shall perish, I shall go down fighting and bring many down with me. For who am I to give up a fight, when there is so much to be fighting for?" It took him a moment he hadn't taken that from any book, play or movie. It had just... came to him like some sort of spiritual presence. He'd never been good at poems, so it scared him a bit.

He opened his arms again, not smiling for once as he did so. Time was of the essence. He'd wasted too much of it already watching her sleep, and chit-chatting. "Hold on tight," he told her with a ghost of a smile. It faded quickly. "It's going to be a bumpy ride." 

 { Tralalal~ fail. }

{ I couldn't help it. ;3; The words were so awkward and cheesey I had to share them. }

Oliver embraced her like he embraced his own name. He picked her legs up and hooked them under her knees on one arm, the other side holding up her torso. Smiling down at her, He carefully starting to inch his way out the window, sitting on the windowsill.

"I really think it will be six months," he said, staring up at the moon when he spoke. It was nearly full. Tomorrow would be the night... and he would have to be sure to be very careful not to come anywhere near Nikki.

Then, he dropped, and landed in a crouch in her backyard. He let her go then, figuring he was making her uncomfortable, and handed her the bag. "I have a car waiting out front," he said as he began to walk there. "Come on." 

He really believed it would be six months.
Six months of worrying about her parents. Six months of worrying about her own life being taken.
Six months of being with Oliver. Which was bittersweet.
She held tight to his kneck - again, enjoying the aroma that came off him like it was natural. She was tempted to ask him what he wore that made him smell so good but she didn't want to freak him out.
Like that hasn't happened yet. The dorky smile must have freaked him out from the start.
"Thanks."
She said as her feet hit the ground. How did he land so easily?
He was probably just used to the hieght of the jump by now.
She grabbed her bag and caught up with him at the gate and walked to his car.
"And, how are we going to stay in some house in Pheonix without having money?"
She asked, as she went to the passenger side.

"We're not staying in Phoenix," Oliver replied airily as he unlocked the doors with a press of a button. He pulled open the passenger door for her before walking to the driver's side. He saw down and pulled the door shut, looking thoughtful. "We'll probably go and stay somewhere near Toronto, in Canada. It's further. And nobody will expect to look there."

He twisted the key in the ignition, engine purring as the car started up. "Seat belts on," he muttered as a half-hearted attempt at a joke. "If you want, you can go back to sleep. I'm sure you're tired."

Oliver put it into drive and started to drive, speeding down the street carelessly. "I'm not sleeping until we're far away from here." 

At his response to her question, she found herself stop walking. Instead of him noticing, he just opened the door like lieing to her parents was no big deal.
"Thanks."
She mumbled before going inside. After putting the seatbelt around her - not to obey him, she told herself, out of safety - she realized that the idea of telling her parents where she was - but lieing about it - was a good idea. If her parents went to look for her, Pheonix was where they would go.
Not Toronto.
She leaned back in her seat, and just as she was about to fall asleep - because she was tired - she leaned to one side a little to hard. 
Oliver was driving like a maniac.
"Hey. Slow down."
Nikki said as she turned her head to look at him. "Do you want to get into a accident?" After she asked that, she looked out the window, all of a sudden having other thoughts.
"Of course, we'll probably get into an accident just because your tired. You said you wouldn't sleep until were at Toronto, and how far is that away?! Oh gosh, I'm gunna die..." She started rambling - though she was talking more to herself, she tended to get this way when she was tired - and, finally she slammed her arm rest angrily. "This isn't fair! I don't wanna die!"

Oliver couldn't help it; he actually out-right laughed at her frustration with his driving. "I'm not tired, Nikki," he replied in an amused tone. "I usually sleep during the day anyway." He couldn't help but feel annoyed that she doubted his driving skills. He was a better driver than most polie officers. He knew from experience. 

"I've got amazing reflexes, and I've been driving longer than most. We won't get in an accident, trust me. It's impossible." He rolled his eyes, and ignored her demand for him to slow down. If they were to make good time, they'd need to speed for most of the way there. "I never said I wouldn't sleep until Toronto... I said I wouldn't sleep until we were far away from here. There's a difference." Sighing, Oliver added, "You're not going to die." 

You'd think his words would make her feel better. Make her feel encouraged that he wouldn't fall asleep at the wheel. Or, that he was better at driving then police officers.
Or, how he said she wouldn't die.
They didn't.
She sighed irritatedly. Why did all guys have to be right?
"Fine."
Was all she said - through clenched teeth - before forcing herself to fall asleep, by closing her eyes and clearing her mind. Like that could happen. She was on the run, lieing to her parents, and still terrified that someone was out to kill her.
But, what she said was a lie.
It feels like things will never be 'fine' now.

{ ... I'ma skip until they stop. :u About 11AM. }

Oliver had slowed to the speedlimit but now. He was so tired, he ws driving with his eyes narrowed into mere slits. He realised, groggily, that he was going to drive into something or pass out at the wheel if he didn't pull over soon.

Luckily, as they were out of the city, he decided to stop. Oliver pulled into a cute-looking motel that only had about fifteen rooms. It would be the perfect spot to rest for the day. Maybe Nikki even wanted to call her parents.

Killing the engine, he tucked the keys into his pocket and nudged Nikki gently. "Wake up," he told her with a stifled yawn. "We're going to book a room and get something to eat."

He stumbled to his feet, leaning against the car door as he waited for Nikki to awaken. 

Nikki didn't have a dream this time. It was all just blank, from what she could remember. She felt a nudge and instinctively pushed whatever it was waking her away. Finally, she realized she wouldn't be able to fall asleep once she woke up so she opened her eyes groggily. Just as she was going to ask where they were, Oliver explained the plan.
She had no response to what he said except a small smile. She was starving and could use something to eat.
"Alright."
She said before unbuckling slowly and opening the car door. She got up and rubbed her eyes, trying to get herself to wake up before going inside.
"Do these kinds of things cost much?"
She asked while pointing to the motel.

Oliver shrugged, smiling easily. "It doesn't matter. I've got a good five thousand dollars in my bag." That was a lie; he had closer to fifteen thousand, all stolen, as usual. He needed to stop doing that.

He walked towards the main building, waving dor Nikki to follow. Normally he'd be sleeping by now but he was more concerned in driving away from Riven and The Alpha than rest.

The door jingled as he opened it, a pretty young female standing behind the counter. She seemed a bit startled to see him, but nevertheless pleased that there was finally a customer. "One room," he said, "Two beds."

She blinked. "We don't have any two-bed rooms available."

Cringing, Oliver smiled weakly. "Then I'll take a room with one bed." I'll just sleep on the floor... He turned to look at Nikki. "One or two nights?" 

Nikki willingly followed Oliver inside, for some reason feeling safe by his side. With that in mind, she tended to lean on him a bit when she became paranoid.
Nikki always got scared easily. She'll never forget being called the biggest 'scaredy cat in the world' by her friends in elementary school. She guessed it was because she was gulible, that made her so scared of the little things.
And because she had a big imagination.
Nikki couldn't help but wonder what was going through Oliver's head at that moment, while talking to the other girl. The girl on the other side of the counter was pretty. Gorgeous.
She stared at him as he talked to her, trying to read him.
Was he really that oblivious to how crazy he made her? She never wanted to know what a guy was thinking about before, especially because she had a pretty good idea.
Finally, she realized he asked her something and said,
"Uhm... Two?"
She did a shrug, feeling herself blush. She should have been scolded by the man himself for how worried she was. She didn't have Oliver reserved for her and only her, he signaled that at his house the other day.

Oliver nodded with a smile, turning back to the girl at the counter, who seemed to be giving Nikki a dirty look. He cleared his throat, and she flushed and tapped away at the cash register. "That will be $113.53, please." She said sweetly, batting her eyelashes as if she were trying to flirt.

Obviously annoyed with the tone she was using, he tossed $150 on the counter as she passed him the key and grumbled, "Keep the change."

He turned to walk out the door, looking at Nikki. "Let's go grab our bags," he suggested. "And then we can find our room."

The girl behind him started to speak. "I can show you to your ro-"

Oliver snarled, "I said we can find it," and stalked out the door, not waiting for his human counterpart. He unlocked the trunk of his car and pulled out his bag, waiting for Nikki to get her bag out of the front seat as he shut it again.