Hey, this is Kerryyuy again! I'm actually doing a first here, this is my very first oneshot, so I'm really hoping that I do a good job of it.

If I get a good enough response (5 or more requests) then I will write a sequel, but it will only be done if you want it. Otherwise, I will keep this as a oneshot and focus on my series fics.

Thanks, and please review!!!

I looked around the auction house, totally disregarding the rich, snobby people all around me, spending their thousands on a bunch of priceless artefacts. Even my dad was here, caught up in the greed of owning such precious items. After my mom died two years ago when I was 17, my dad let the money she left go to his head, turning him into someone no better than any other person with money and power. People like that were generally just proud, empty, hollow.

I sighed deeply in frustration. Why was I here again? Oh yeah, because dad had decided to but me something here for my birthday, which was actually last month, but as usual, he had forgotten, so I knew that this wasn't really a birthday present, it was a 'please forgive me for I am an idiot' present. We had been here now for nearly three hours, and I hadn't yet seen a single thing I liked, I didn't even want anything. These artefacts belonged where they were found or in a museum, not in somebody's private collection. Selfish people. All I wanted to do was go home, and read one of my many books about the paranormal. My uncle Thomas worked for the BPRD, a bureau of the government that investigated the paranormal on a day to day basis.

I had only really spoken to my uncle a few times, but enough for me to tell him how fascinating I found the paranormal and that when I reached the age of 21, I was going to join the bureau. Dad said no of course, as he didn't believe in 'such nonsense' as he put it. Obviously. That's why it surprised me that we were here, nothing paranormal here, is there? Like this next item coming out, some bracelet said to be able to translate any language. I believed it, but I heard the snort of disbelief from my dad, which angered me.

"dad? I'm going for a walk, look to see if there's anything here that remotely interests me."

He ignored me, which was to be predicted, waving me off with his hand, then glaring at me as the auctioneer mistook his wave as a bid and he had now won the bracelet for 500,000 dollars.

I was still trying not to giggle as I moved out of the room. The first thing I did was move to the bathroom, where I had hidden my bag that contained my trainers and a pair of jeans. I wasn't going back, I was going home, so as soon as I retrieved my bag, I pulled on my jeans and replaced my heels with my trainers. Just as I turned to the mirror to put my hair up in a ponytail, the lights flickered, and went out, followed by a mass of people screaming. I was too scared to move out of the bathroom, but my mind decided that I was going to find out what the commotion was about. I barely reached the door, when this giant…well, from here, I couldn't tell if it was a troll or an ogre, but whatever it was, it was heading my way, sporting two very dead security guards, one under each of its arms. I jumped and hid behind a curtain, just as it went crashing into the auction room.

I heard more terrified screams as I watched the thing throw the guards into the room, before a retractable hand scurried back to its owner, that I could now identify as a troll. I gasped as I took in the sight of the auctioneer on the floor, dead. I noticed the hand attach itself back to the troll.

"cool" I whispered.

I didn't think it was cool for long, especially once I noticed the man accompanying it. No, not a man at all. Long white hair that gradually turned to gold at the end, pointed ears, the royal seal of Bethmora…oh crap. It was an elf, and to be wearing the royal seal…it could only mean that it was the prince. If only I could remember his name… whatever it was, this meant double, no, triple crap even, I froze in my space behind the curtain, just as the prince spoke.

"SIT DOWN! You proud, empty, hollow…things that you are!"

Wow. He had pretty much verbalised what I had been thinking just minutes earlier. I didn't catch much more, but enough to know that it wasn't a good idea to stick around. I began to move towards the window, but the prince and the troll came out of the room. I ducked behind a table, just as he moved past me.

"you can hide from me but the tooth fairies will get you" he calmly stated before jumping out the window.

I moved out from my space. Tooth fairies? Dread shot through me faster than I could blink. If that was true, then I couldn't go back for dad. He would probably be dead by now. As if he heard me, I heard a yell.

"Amara? Mara?! Amar…ah!"

"dad" I whispered, a few tears falling.

I heard a noise moving towards me and saw one of the tooth fairies wonder into the room. Shit. I ran to the same window that the prince had just exited from, and launched myself against the balcony outside. I glanced down. Man, that was a drop. Luckily, there was a piece of guttering running down the wall, and without even thinking about it, I grabbed it and began to shimmy down. Halfway down though, I heard a grating noise and looked up to see the tubing falling away from the wall. I gathered my strength and pushed off the wall, landing with a crunch, screaming as I felt my arm snap underneath me.

I immediately covered my mouth with my uninjured hand, as I caught a glimpse of the prince as he entered an alleyway. He looked back and saw me, then looked up at the building he had just left. He must've noticed the guttering hanging off the wall and me cradling my arm, as I could metaphorically see the light bulb switch on above his head as realisation dawned on him. My eyes opened in fear as he began to move towards me, but something stirred in my stomach. He grabbed me before I could run, and I screamed again as he had grabbed my broken arm.

"let me go!"

"No! how did you escape?" he demanded.

I kicked him in the stomach, which caused him to grunt and drop me momentarily. I took the opportunity to run, but I was stopped as the troll grabbed me.

The prince stood up and gingerly walked over to me, grabbing my hair and yanking it backwards to make me look him in the eyes. My stomach fluttered again, and I felt sick as a pressure began building up in my head at the same time. The prince slapped me once, hard and sharp, and I hissed as my head snapped to one side.

"again, I demand- how did you escape?"

"the guttering" I stated, refusing to let him win.

I think I surprised him with my reply, especially as I locked eyes with his and spoke without fear, as his eyes hardened and narrowed before he released me, throwing me to the floor. I cried out as it jarred my arm, and I heard him give a small, almost inaudible snigger.

"pathetic human"

I glared up at him, only to find he was no longer there. He must've left while I was fighting back the tears from the pain of my arm. I heard the sound of an engine approach, and when I looked up, a police car was just approaching the building, followed by a couple of news vans. That was why he left me, not because he wanted to, but because he had to to avoid any other humans. I moved out of the way, to not draw any attention to myself, and shortly after, what looked like a garbage truck pulled up. That could only have meant one thing.

Uncle Thomas and the BPRD were here. And they were in danger.