Ever since she could remember, Iona was always interested in anything that was fantasy-related. She loved dreaming about unicorns, fairies, griffons and even being rescued by a handsome vampire who would dedicate his love to her.

Most of the time, she would get bullied for it- even as she grew up, she wasn't a kid any longer but loved them none the less. Anything about fantasy-related creatures she would read and borrow as much as she could from the library.

Stepping outside of the library now, two thick and heavy books and one light reading book in her arms, footsteps had walked and headed home.
Iona was nineteen, stood at five foot six and had pale green hair, along with dark blue fringe. Open magenta shirt that had rose patterns and a white singlet underneath. Orange-yellow belt and short blue jeans along with a tiger-print socks and yellow platformer shoes.

Emerald green eyes looked around while making sure she was careful to walk down the steps from Heartland Library. A sigh released from her mouth, being picked on for what she was interested in- for her to deal with it since she was young; just did not care at this point. She would let people say what they want and judge her however they wanted, it wasn't like she wanted to impress anyone anyway.

While walking along, the female had decided to gently sing while on her way home, she wanted to engross herself in these books and would always have them finished within three weeks, sometimes, if Iona had liked the book so much she would re-borrow it again.

"I was attracted to your confidence at first, but everyday I went down on my knees..."
She actually didn't know all the lyrics to the song and hummed the rest of the part until she had gotten herself to the chorus, "If I do, If I do..."

Not all parts of the chorus she still could not memorize, "can't deepen my love for you."
Another sigh escaped her lips as she went and turned a corner then stopped to bump into someone, her books falling to the ground.

"My apologies," she heard a male say who bent down to pick the books up for her. Blue orbs gazing at them then letting out a soft chuckle afterwards, as her eyes gazed up at the tall stranger she had somewhat a feeling that he was also laughing at her but didn't want to be rude about it.

"No, that's okay- I was in a hurry to get home."
She lied, she actually just didn't see where she was going and didn't want the handsome stranger to know that. Hearing another chuckle that he let out, he had handed her two of the books and flicked through the book she borrowed - about vampires.

Now, it had made Iona feel quite nervous- why was she staring to care what this guy thought anyway? Why did it matter when she didn't know him, perhaps it was the fact that she had never met anyone so good looking. Her eyes gazing at him for so long while his own was slowly flicking through the pages of the book.

Not even realizing how pink her cheeks were turning.

As he closed the book, he had gently smiled towards her and handed it back to her, snapping out of the gaze she had upon him, the female had taken it back and held them in her arms, pressing the books against her chest.
"So you're interested in vampires?"

He asks her, nodding her head in agreement she couldn't help but smile more.
"Yes, they're really interesting and I've also noticed how different authors portray them so differently. Most would make them be unable to go out at day and some who hate garlic and can die to a steak to the heart. Then there was one where in the sun they sparkle-"

Iona couldn't help but roll her eyes and laugh slightly, "I kinda think that's rather silly."
She tells him, when it comes talking about them Iona would just ramble on about them and not even stop. It really showed how much she had loved fantasy in total.

A chuckle came from him while keeping a smile on his face, blue orbs looking down at her and being polite still- finding it rather rude that he shouldn't speak his mind to some stranger.
"I see, many people think differently of vampires but which one do you think is right?"

He asks, a question he honestly shouldn't of.
"Well personally, I think its not even true. I actually think that vampires aren't killed with a steak to their heart or garlic- they don't sparkle in the sunlight as well and just live like normal humans and also that beside that they can turn humans into vampires, I bet they also have other sorts of powers. After all, what do we really know about them...? Who knows if they exist."

She shrugged, continuing to speak.
"I mean, if they did then I'm sure they would be distinguished amongst all of us- usually vampires have red eyes but then again, they might not. I read that only pure-bloods have red eyes and the mixed-vampires have normal coloured eyes like all of us; not sure if that's true or not."

It still piqued her interested though and wanted to know more, however there wasn't any really around, they were just creatures made up by people- probably to scare children or something.

"I see, that was rather interesting to know, miss."
He smiled, "I must be on my way though."

Iona wasn't sure why but, she wanted to know who he was- she wanted to know him more and cross paths with him. A guy like him never wavered her before; he wasn't like the others and didn't laugh at her.

"Wait!"
She called out, stopping in his path the male had turned around and wondered what she had wanted, "yes?"

Taking a deep breath, the female hesitated at first then opened her mouth to speak, "can I know your name?"
There, she asked...something normally any stranger wouldn't; upon first meetings. She may never even meet him again.

"It's Quinton."
It actually wasn't his real name- however he wasn't one to give his actual name to just anyone, only to those he really knew and trusted.

"I'm Iona."
She introduced, seeing him smile then gently nod his head and watched him leave.
Heading home herself now, she had decided to take a shortcut. While walking through the alleyway, at the other end she could hear girls squeal; they were obviously coming from fangirls.

Seeing the girls all surround someone, the female could see how happy they were getting his autograph and taking pictures of him before leaving with another squeal and skipping with joy.
"Settle down girls, one at a time!"

The pro duelist says, a smirk on his face as he was giving them his usual charming look. How Iona had always despised professional's. They were either stuck up or two-faced, they all thought highly of their duel skills and only thought about their fans; it was only themselves, their money and fans. It was nothing else, nothing about giving and helping others; those kinds were something she never had seen. Her views of them wouldn't change, none the less about them.

A scoff as she couldn't believe why they would even like someone like him, nothing was so special.
As the professional spotted her, he had walked up to her while still having that look on his face.
"Did you also want an autograph."

The very thought of having one was sickening, no way would she.
"Why would I need to have something that would collect dust? I don't see a point at all, duelists like yourself should have other things to do rather then make these dumb girls happy."
She could only speak her mind to him, then giving a smug look towards him after, not even caring how angry the fangirls seemed.

"Now now girls, you don't need to worry...just run along now."
They seemed sad but would do what he had wanted, turning back to the female now he had glared at her.

"And now he show's his true colours."
She laughed, raising her head slightly towards him. She knew he was like that, professionals were going to be like that no matter what- and never change. He was just the same.

"I don't need to be lingering around someone like you who 'drives all the girls crazy', it's pathetic actually. Why not do something better for a change and make yourself look nice rather than looking like some silly medieval jester?"
Another scoff, while the duelist had glared at her even more.

Magenta eyes burning with rage towards the words she said to him, "What!?"
His fist clutching, he did try to not lose his temper. "You have some nerve to say that, and I don't suppose you're the one to talk?"

Emerald green eyes widening, was that meant to be an insult on her clothes? Laughing it off, she wanted to pretend how that didn't bother her.
"At least my clothes look nice..."

She commented, frowning towards him again and turned away- she didn't even want to keep talking to him, wasting her time being with someone she didn't really like.
"Whatever- I don't have time to be arguing with you, it's clear its pointless; you can hardly rebuttle."

With that, she had decided to leave and head home.
"See you later," the male had still glared at her while she left and kept his hand clutching as well. Rather annoyed but calmed himself down afterwards, scratching the side of his head; having a strange feeling they would meet again- the very least.

"Quattro."