A young, sandy blond man climbed out of the bed with a sigh. For the past hour, he was trying to get some sleep, finding himself unsuccessful. So, the blond found his skinny jeans that were thrown across the room by the other man in the bed that was sleeping soundly. Pulling the pants on and leaving his t-shirt off, the blond stepped outside onto the balcony that was attached to the bedroom into the cold London night air.

He leaned against the cool metal railing and pulled out a box of cigarettes from his pocket. Putting one of the cigarettes between his lips, the blond snapped his fingers, creating a small flame, floating at the tip of his finger, and lit the end. He took the cigarette between two fingers and removed it from his lips to blow out the intoxicating smoke. As he smoked his cigarette, he watched the people below walk by, most of them in a group, smiling and laughing. Captivated by the people below, the blond failed to notice that he wasn't smoking his cigarette and instead letting it burn.

He was jealous of those people. Jealous that they could live normal lives without a care in the world. Jealous of the couples that passed by because he knew that he would never be able to have a normal relationship. The blond looked back the sleeping man in the bedroom. The man was nice, a bit too perverted for the blond, but he was interesting. But the blond knew that this man –Francis wasn't it? – would probably make a great friend. Just a friend.

The blond frowned and noticed that his cigarette was already gone. With a sigh he threw the cigarette down, destroying what was left of it with his foot. Sighing, the blond pulled on his t-shirt and climbed onto the railing.

Arthur Kirkland jumped off the balcony that was three floors up, gracefully landing, and walked off into the crowds of London's night life.

10 Years Before;; London, England;; 2000

"Mother! I'll be in the woods!"

"Ah! Don't go too far or you'll get lost! Be back before it gets dark, Arthur!"

Said boy nodded at his mother before going out the back door into the woods that was at the edge of his backyard. 13 year old Arthur ran through the trees, following the path he had created himself that led to his secret clearing.

Arthur was different from the other children in his neighborhood. He didn't like action figures, skateboarding, video games, all the things that a regular 13 year old boy would like. Instead, he played in the woods. All the children who knew him and his siblings would call him mad and even his parents was concerned about their second youngest son.

But Arthur was perfectly fine. He could just see things that most couldn't like Faeries and such.

Reaching his secret hideout, Arthur called out to his Faerie friends, "Rhoslyn, Lily, Ellete!" The British blond stood in the middle of the clearing, waiting for his three friends to appear. But they never came. "Rhoslyn? Lily? Ellete?" he called again, wondering if they were getting ready to trick him.

"Oh? Well, well, who do we have here?"

Arthur spun around to find a teenage boy with fair skin,black hair, and blue eyes sitting on a tree branch. He wore no shirt and had tattered black wings protruding from his back. Arthur stared at him at awe. "W-who are you? Are you friends with Rhoslyn, Lily, Ellete?" he asked, naively.

The Faery boy jumped down and approached young Arthur. "You could say that." he said, crouching down in front of the young boy. "My name is Puck. What's yours little boy?" Puck asked, looking friendly, slowly gaining Arthur's trust.

"I'm Arthur Kirkland!" Arthur introduced happily.

Puck laughed at the boys enthusiasm. "Well Arthur, a little birdie told me that you like magic!" As he said this, the Faery boy plucked a blade of grass from the ground and transformed it into a rose. Arthur stared at the rose with wide eyes, amazed. Puck smirked and gave the rose to boy. "Would you like to be able to perform magic, Arthur?"

Arthur looked away from the flower and up at Puck. "Yes! More than anything! Are you going to teach me, Puck?"

Puck gave Arthur a nod. "You could say that. What you need to do is prick your finger on one of those thorns, okay?" Without questioning his new friend, Arthur did as he was told, pricking his index finger. Puck then took the rose and pricked his own index finger then held up the finger. "Now, press your finger against mine. My blood will give you the power to use magic." Arthur nodded and did so.

The two stayed like that for a moment, letting Puck's black blood mingle with Arthur's red blood until Puck pulled his finger away. "There. You won't feel much now but by tomorrow, you'll defiantly feel a difference. Come back here tomorrow alright?"

Arthur nodded. "Sure! I got to go home now! Bye Puck!" With a wave goodbye, Arthur left the clearing heading home.

The next day, when he returned to the clearing, he found Puck but not his friends. He was told that they were busy serving the Faery Queen. But in truth, his Faery friends could not return to the clearing because a barrier that was created by a dark Faery, a demon. They also couldn't leave the forest. So, Puck was able to teach Arthur how to use his new found powers.

A year later, Puck stopped coming to the clearing and Arthur had given up on his other Faery friends. So, Arthur stopped going into the forest.

Later, he would discover that meeting Puck would be the worst thing that had ever happened to him.

THIS. Is probably my greatest idea yet. It's a little bit like Beauty and the Beast. Except . . . Yeah . . .

Anyways! Yes, yes. I know I should be writing the next chapter for Black Cloak. But this idea was eating away at my brain until I decided to start writing it. But don't worry! I'll get to work on the Black Cloak chapter! . . . And the Demon Inside chapter.

Lucky for you guys, today's a snow day! :D I haven't been to school all week! Thank you Missouri!

So, please review and I'll give you some of my mom's amazing cookies.