Hi! This is my First Fablehaven fan fiction. This takes place as if Kendra and Seth had successfully gotten the translocator without being captured and taken to the final secret preserve. Therefore, it's as if the final preserve and artifact are still missing, and the translocator and the Chronometer are hidden at Fablehaven and Kendra's parents are still missing. Oh and no Bracken, thank god, because I think Kendra was better with Warren than him... XD! Thanks for reading and I appreciate all reviews.

Love,

emi-chan

Twilight Kisses

Kendra was wandering around the preserve the hundredth time. For the last three months he'd been gone looking for the last preserve so they could retrieve the final artifact. The fairies seemed to sense her pain and even stayed away from her. All she could feel was hurt. Her last romantic interest had only turned out to be an asshole, only playing with her to further his own goals. Now her secret love, someone she was content with just watching from afar, having inside jokes, exchanging smiles and being friends with was gone too. Gavin had broken her heart but he had always been kind to her.

His smile was infectious to her. He could always make her laugh. Every time he had news to report to her grandparents she always privy to special half smiles or winks that were only for her, or at least that's what she thought. And whenever they talked he could always seem to hide some sort of compliment in his words.

Just thinking about him made her heart eat a little faster, Kendra could feel the blood rush to her face, and she shook herself to try to clear her skin. There's no way he'd like her and anyway they were cousins!

Warren had been gone from the last six months. He'd even missed her eighteenth birthday, not that he hadn't sent a present (a dress from Prussia according to the stamp) but he was busy trying to figure out where the final preserve was or where her parents had been kept hostage for the last four years.

Kendra turned away from the house and started towards her secret place. It was kinda of her secret retreat, a place she'd found here in Fablehaven that no one ever seemed to go to. She was sure her Grandpa knew about it and knew that she went there but it didn't matter. She always felt at peace there and it was somewhere only she went.

It was kinda of like Seth roaming around the forest. . . . But under no circumstances was she leaving the yard or disobeying Grandpa's rules. Her spot was technically in the yard, just secluded and behind the barn so most people never went there.

Kendra went around the barn and started through the trees. This part of the yard was a lot more untamed. It was wild, with huge trees soaring up into the sky, undergrowth crowding the few paths that crisscrossed the twilight-enshrouded forest. This part of the yard was so densely covered the ancient oaks, soaring and needled pines and blossom covered cherry trees that even at high noon, from the ground it looked like the sun was setting. The deeper Kendra went into the yard the less human interference she saw. Within ten minutes of sprinting on her favorite path, the ridiculously sized barn was totally gone from sight, and even when Viola roared her cries of pleasure from being milked she only felt the barest of the rumbles in the soles of her feet.

After about an hour of sprinting, to combine reducing her travel time and training, Kendra came to her spot. Tired and sweat she fell the ground, panting a little she fell to the ground, a small swirl of dirt rising into the air in the wake her changing the air.

It was a small clearing, with just a tiny area, with a tiny gap at the top of the leafy canopy where true sunlight could poke through. In the center was a small trickle of a stream that wound out of the twilight haze of trees, right under the only pure sunlight ray in this part of the yard, and back into the shadow of the trees. Next to the river was a large, ancient and red barked oak sat with gnarled roots that jutted out at just the right angle to make a perfect seat, that Kendra, scooted herself into and laid back, relaxing in the cooling sensation of the mottled shade that covered her body and the barest hint of a breeze that seemed to come with the movement of the stream.

For a moment Kendra just lay in the peace and tranquility of the forest. Here there was almost never any noise around here. It was still part of the yard so most creatures couldn't enter the area, but the fairies tended to stay away from here. It seemed that the main part of the yard, populated with flowers and fountains was the most popular area for anything with wings, sparkling, an obsessive sense of vanity, and the overwhelming urge to treat her like crap.

As Kendra sat there she slowly let her fatigue run through her veins. She'd been training constantly for the last few years. Trying to become more powerful, so she could rescue her parents and be more help than just some battery when they went after the last artifact. She ran and worked out every day and had been taught by Mara some different kinds of martial arts. Kendra had spent months training with the bow and arrow and had actually become a pretty good shot with the thing. And then she and Seth had spent hours working together, testing the waters, of their abilities and seeing exactly what they could and couldn't do with their respective abilities.

But even with all her new training, spending all day training her ass off with Mara and Dougan on her new martial arts techniques and then running for an hour straight without stopping was pretty tiring. Add that to the fact that she hadn't eaten all day because she overslept this morning, Mara had forcibly thrown her out of the bed, and then she decided to skip lunch to come out here. . . . Well, it was pretty easy to say that Kendra could easily fall asleep right here.

Smiling to herself, Kendra decided that was exactly what she'd do. She arched her neck back so that it connected with the trunk of the oak and slid down slightly on the root into a reclining position. She closed her eyes and was out like a light.

"Where. . . . ? Where . . . . are you . . . . Warren?" the gentle whisper waltzed through the forest air. Reaching the ears of a beautiful man who stood in shade of the forest, like a clown in a penguin exhibit at the zoo.

"Kendra?" Warren said. He was in the process of walking back to his cabin when he thought her heard something. With his cabin outside of the yard he often would use this forested part of the yard as a way to get home. It was a calming walk and by following a couple of the natural paths he could get home pretty quickly and technically he only left the protection of the yard or his own cabin for maybe five minutes at the most. Even through things were pretty calm on the preserve at the moment one could never be too careful.

But as he was walking home, his arms laden with some groceries for the next few days so he could work in peace on what he'd found, he heard someone talking. And that voice could belong only to the young girl who'd saved him from his cationic state and ended his days as an albino. Turning he saw her sitting by a small stream. Her eyes were closed and her body shivered slightly as a cold wind blew through the trees, scattering her hair and sweeping it into her face.

He stopped and just stared at her. Over the last four years, since he'd first met her when she was fourteen, she had blossomed. With all the pain and struggles she's had to go through and continued to experience, the preserve nearly falling, her parents being kidnapped, having to look for the artifacts, dealing with dragons and that jerk Gavin breaking her heart, she'd managed to become strong, a force to be reckoned with in the magical world, but incredibly beautiful as well.

Navarog, or Gavin they'd called him. He deserved to be eaten, for trapping him in that bag and breaking her heart. She hadn't needed that, she had still been young and he just did that as a joke. There was no reason to toy with her heart like that, they would have trusted him anyway, but he did it for his own personal and sick pleasure. Just thinking of him made Warren's blood boil. He knew why, not that he'd ever admit it to anyone, or even himself. She was too young, too pure, and too sweet for someone fucked up like him.

He'd done a lot of things in order to do his job, he'd had to do what Gavin did to her to others so he could get information or get into a position where he could get what he needed. Warren specialized in getting information and you couldn't always get what you needed by just buying them presents. And drugs weren't good either. Even if you wiped their memory, there were traces that could be found and many of the people he had to talk to knew about the toxins that could make them sing and knew how to avoid them. But a lover? You could trust someone like that with anything right?

He'd done too many bad things in his life to have someone like her. He could never have her to hold, to kiss, to embrace, in his cabin or on his bed-

He couldn't think of her like that. No. No. No. Not in this lifetime. Anyway even if she wanted anything to do with him (she never would though. There was way too big of an age gap, she could have a young guy, her own age, and on top of that was the fact that they were cousins) Stan would track him down, kill him, take him to the taxidermist and make him a trophy.

Warren would have to settle for being her friend.

He walked over to her and putting down his groceries he knelt down in front of her and gently wiped the hair from her face. She looked so pretty. Pale skin, framed by dark hair above a body that rivaled Vanessa's. He gently cupped her cheek.

"Kendra. . . ." He whispered softly as his gaze beheld her gentle and delicate features.

And before he knew it Warren, for the first time in two years, since the beginning of his feelings for the young girl, gave into his own pleasure. He leaned down and gently kissed her lips in the pale lighting of the setting sun through the canopy.

Kendra nearly cracked her eye open. She had been enjoying her nap and it had been quite nice. She awoke however, to the soft touch of a deeply calloused hand sliding her hair from her face and for a second she nearly shuddered but used her newly created body control to stop the involuntary movement. She was on the preserve and in the yard so odds are it was one of her family members and when she appeared to wake up they'd probably yell at her for sleeping outside again. It was a new habit of hers that drove her grandparents insane. It wasn't safe for her to sleep outside on a magical preserve. Even if she was in the safety of the yard and she had long since ordered all of the fairies in Fablehaven to protect her as she slept. The longer she pretended to sleep, the longer she could hold off on the yelling.

She felt someone cup her face and then recognized Warren's voice as his thumb ran over her cheek. And then for the first time ever, she felt Warren's soft lips connect with hers. It was a chaste kiss, laden with a hidden passion that couldn't be shown even when he thought she was asleep. Her eyes fluttered open to see him looking at her back with his dark eyes full of intense emotion that she couldn't place. And part of her didn't want to. And yet the rest of her, against her normal sensible side, screamed to let that emotion ravish her.

He looked at her, in shock and said, "I'm so, so sorry Kendra. I didn't mean to. Please don't tell your-"

Kendra put a finger to his mouth and smiled gently, "Don't be," and kissed him back. For a second he didn't react and Kendra was worried. Was it really a mistake? She wanted him to want her like how she wanted him. Wanted him to think of her as she thought of him. Wanted him to care for her as she had cared for him all these years.

Needed him to love her as she had loved him from afar for the last three years.

Kendra pressed her lips harder against his and after a second he returned her affection. He moved back closer to her, forcing her back against the back of the tree. Kendra felt his emotions course through her as they connected. A depth of passion that both had held back on for so long, not acting on it to protect on another from themselves. As they continued she felt his tongue against the edges of her lips. Kendra knew what he wanted but didn't open her mouth.

Not taking no for an answer, Warren bit down lightly on her lower lip. Kendra gasped and his tongue snuck into her mouth and started to massage hers, causing a moan to build up in her throat. He filled the kiss with passion, lust, desire, affection, attraction and what Kendra hoped was the love he had for her, like the love she had for him. He pushed back farther and Kendra molded her body between the oak's trunk and Warren who pushed against her.

After a couple of seconds they separated, panting from the lack of oxygen.

"Kendra . . . . We can't do this. I mean Stan is gonna have my head on a pike for this."

"I'll deal with him. I - I" Kendra took a deep breath, "I love you Warren. I don't care. And with everything going on in our messed up world we might as well have some joy in our life while we still can."

Warren's hands cupped her cheeks gently, "I love you too Kendra." He kissed her again but this time it didn't have the same desperation of their first kiss, a kiss filled with passion that should have been realized a long time ago, but this kiss was nothing but love.

Warren broke their kiss when he heard her stomach rumble gently. "When was the last time you ate?"

"Uh..." Kendra looked at her watch seeing 6:47 and then said looking up trying to remember, "Um... Last night I had chicken and rice for dinner but Tanu made it so I didn't eat that much, seeing as he's still made at me for stealing some poison for my arrows last month."

"Well. No matter how much I'd love to take you just here and now," Warren said, a crooked smile forming on his lips when he saw her blush (she knew he was older and had experience but she hadn't expected him to say anything like that), "But Stan's gonna be pissed enough as it is. . . . So I guess I'll do this the proper way and get you dinner first. C'mon. I'll cook for you."

Looking up at him Kendra quickly retorted, "You really don't think that I'm the kind of girl to sleep with you on the first date, no matter how much I want to."

"Really? This counts as a date. Well Kendra if that's the case then you'll be my favorite girl yet. Heck I haven't even cooked for you yet and you want me. Damn that's adorable."

"Hey! Wait… favorite g-girl?"

With a smile Warren stood and offered her a hand and said, "Of course. How could anyone else ever compete?"

Kendra grabbed his proffered hand, he pulled her up, and gathering his groceries in one hand, he intertwined his fingers with hers and pulled her behind him into the shade of the twilight forest.