OUR ADVENTURE IN THE NEVERNEVER

A/N: My first story, Yay! I do not own the Iron Fey series, though I would love to.

Voice in my head: *Heh*, more than love. You are terrified to even walk outside in the night.

Me: (Gasp) How dare you! We can't all be pessimists like you!

Voice in my head: Oh, bite me.

Me: (Rolls eyes) Going on from that, here is the story's first Chapter!

(Queue drumroll)

Layla's p.o.v.

I sighed in annoyance; Claire has been making me go on runs with her ever since I lost the Bet.

You see the bet was whoever ran to the Stop sign first had to participate in Cross Country. And I hated running. Meanwhile, Claire loved to run. She asked me to run on the team with her, but I continually denied. I finally snapped when she asked for the tenth time. So, I proposed we had a race, just to get her off my back. Thinking that since she loved running, she would win, but, no, when I got to the Stop sign, I looked back, confused that my friend wasn't next to me.

I saw her, jogging, up to me with a huge grin on her face, looking as if she had just won the Olympics. She had chuckled and said, "Awesome, Layla."

Looking back on that now, I probably should have walked to the Stop sign, because I was currently hunched over, panting like I ran a mile. But, ha, I only ran half of one. I coughed and looked up to my friend, who only had a faint blush on her cheeks, "Can we please take a break now?" I pushed my cannot-be-tamed, blondish, brownish hair out of my eyes.

Claire looked at me with her light turquoise eyes and sighed, "I guess, but you'll have to run 1 mile after it."

"Evil person," I growled at her.

She laughed, and pulled her dark-almost-black hair out of her pony-tail, "Whoops."

I walked off the paved path we were on and sat on the bench provided. We were at one of those parks that had a wilderness, but we didn't chance going into the woods. We knew that there was probably some very bad people in there, so we didn't really want to.

I laid my head between my knees when I heard a twig snap behind me. My heart jumped, but I took a deep breath and looked towards my friend, who was currently tying her hair with three hairbands.

I took a deep breath and stood up, pretending to stretch. "Hey, Claire, do you have my water-bottle with you?"

She looked at me, and then trained her eyes on what was behind me. Claire quickly averted her eyes and looked back to me, "No, I left it in my mom's car, sorry. There is a water fountain south of the park though." She said her eyes giving me the message, I saw.

I winced, knowing what she was going to say next. Claire saw my reaction and smirked, "Race you there."

I sighed and strode over to her, rolling my shoulders as I walked, but I stopped when I heard a voice behind me, "I can see your fear, it looks delicious. Why don't you two girls come over here?"

My heart spiked again, but I slowly turned around to face a grotesque face. It had a hooked nose, a hunched back, huge floppy pointed ears, and fangs. Fangs. "I'm sorry; sir, but we cannot do that."

Claire walked to where I stood, determination set in her eyes. I saw in the corner of my vision that she was curling her fists, getting ready to fight this guy. I would no doubt join her, I had this strange thirst for blood since I was a child, and I was not afraid to act on it.

Claire's p.o.v.

I fisted my hands, and analyzed the situation. He would be easy for Layla to beat up, having a short wire thin body. But I wasn't about to let my friend have all the fun. But I would be sure to make her run extra for this.

The creature grinned, "Oh, but you can and you will." Then it got a confused face. "Aren't you scared?"

Did he just notice that we were getting into a battle stance? Was this guy drunk? I sighed, this would make it a lot less interesting if he was. "Nope. Not one bit." I shrugged my shoulders and relaxed watching as Layla snickered under her breath and copied my moves.

"But I am using glamour. You should be terrified." It said, oblivious to what we said.

At that Layla did her weird, full-blown laugh that makes her sound like she was screeching. I laughed a little, too. Who the heck uses glamor to trick people? And by the looks of it, this guy wasn't so glamorous.

The thing just stared at us, and gaped. It closed its mouth, then opened it again, repeating this a few times. "You two are special."

I grinned, "Why, thank you."

"You, my dear, are welcome," And with that, the strange being disappeared.

A/N: So how do you think that was? Please review. (Shows puppy-dog eyes)