I'm currently working on the sequel to Road Trip, but here's a little something to enjoy until that's finished. This short piece is my response to a question posed to me: "You walk into a bar, where you find Bo, Lauren, Evony and Tamsin. Your choice. What do you do?" Four one-shots follow to answer this question. Told from an OC/Fae point of view.

Entitled "I Choose You"

I have anticipated this day for centuries. Nothing can stop me from fulfilling my destiny. For countless years I have dreamt of the possibilities that tonight will hold, but the biggest variable lies solely on who I set my eyes upon. It is really that simple. Tonight, I choose my mate: the one that will bind to me, carry my children, and live by my side for my remaining days as I walk within the fae realm.

I brush through my long hair as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I momentarily reconsider applying more makeup but decide to keep it light. I'm not going there to be noticed. I will be the one scanning the available options so darkening my eyes won't make any difference on the outcome tonight. I place the brush on the counter before standing, admiring my chosen outfit for this special occasion: a simple black dress with a low tear drop-shaped dip in the front to show off a hint of cleavage and a webbed mesh design on the back. It rides half way up my thigh, and the five inch heels I slid on earlier gave my legs a bit more appeal. The dress perfectly hugged the curve of my hips and breasts, edging my sex appeal that much higher. I admire the necklace that rests perfectly on my chest. At the end of the silver chain rests an infinity symbol, weaved from microscopic threads of a very old metal: a small symbol of my talents. Upon the naked eye, it appears as a solid thick charm but with close inspection, one could see this was no ordinary charm, and only one type of fae creature could create such a beautiful piece. Smoothing my hands over the dress once, I smile at the realization that my moment has come.

I grab the ancient cloth in front of me and re-read the message delivered to me that morning. Your predestined location: The Dal. Tonight upon the midnight moon. I fold the worn cloth carefully and tuck it away in a drawer before taking leave of my place and hailing a cab to this place know as The Dal.

The drive takes slightly longer than I expected. As I pay the driver his fare, I glance at the clock in the cab. 11:15pm. I have forty five minutes to stake my claim and move beyond this lifetime of isolated confinement. I saunter to the door and casually make my way into the establishment. My methodical plan to size up the choices presented before me goes out the window when my eyes lock with hers and instantly, I know. She is the one.