Bram too, hoped that Elijah would be home soon. He was scared of this mean man.

Another knock on the door.

Anthony was tempted to just not answer the door. But he did.

"Who the fuck are you?"

If the fact that a stranger opened the door wasn't shocking enough, the language was. Anne covered her mouth with her hands and looked at the man with big eyes. "Anne Ward.... Who are you? Where is Elijah?"

Anthony yearned for the sweet release of death.

"Anthony Rowe, Elijah's housemate, he's at work. Anything else?"

Anne looked suspicious. "E never said 'e had a housemate."

"Well, he does." Anthony was getting tired of this all. "Do you want to take my word on it or do you want to stand in the cold until Elijah comes back so he can confirm it?"

"Anne! Help! 'E's kidnapped me!" Bram's voice came from the bedroom.

Anne's eyes grew wide with fear. Yet instead of running, she launched herself at the man, kicking and punching - not that she was good at fighting, but she was still a hurricane of fists and feet.

"I did not—," Anthony started off, but was rather unfortunately interrupted by the girl going absolutely beast mode on him. He managed to bear a couple of punches and kicks before deciding that was too painful and too dangerous to just wait out. This was hell. This was literally hell. He tried to kick Anne away from him. 

"Jesus fucking Christ, okay, stop," he shouted.