Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE FEVER STORIES. The only character in this story I made is Kathy Vickers, everything else is from Karen Marie Monings FEVER Series. I hope you enjoy it. There will be more to come soon so keep checking back.

Kathys POV

I stumbled through the streets, drunk. I had only been in Dublin three days. It was originally an attempt to escape from what had been going on in my home town back in Colorado in the States. I hadn't intended to drink so much while in the strange, alien city.

My foot hit the edge of the sidewalk, my vision so blurred I couldn't see it, and I fell in the middle of the street, scraping my hands and knees. I bit out a curse. The little black dress I had put on had been a bad idea. The sun had set an hour ago and a foreboding had hit me. Now I was wondering down who knew what street, trying to find my hotel.

A building down the street caught my eye. It was lit up brighter then a Christmas tree on the Vegas strip.

I slowly managed to rise to my feet, and started towards the building. Maybe someone there could help me. The Temple Bar district was too far for me to get back to now in my drunken stupor. Reaching the door I whimpered in despair. The sign on the door blared out CLOSED and the inner lights were dimmed to the usual after hour tone. With a sigh I turned to my right to head down the street a little further. After a few steps I paused, wavering on my feet. I realized as I stared why this building had seemed like such a light at the end of the road. Everything starting three feet in front of me, just outside the aura like glow of the building I was still just inside, was black. For as far as my blurry vision could see, was abandoned and dark. I nearly fell back when it seemed like the night before me shuddered. It was indescribable any other way. The feeling of death shivered up my spine as a sheet of paper blew through the silent street.

Swallowing, I turned back to the store beside me. The sign hanging perpendicular to the building by a brass pole read a welcoming Barrons Books and Babbles. Books. That was something I could feel safe by. Deciding to stay in the safety of the bright, warm florescent lights, and the little cover that would keep me mostly dry from the rain I could smell approaching the earth, I stepped into the recess that protected the beautiful door. Just as I sat down, the rain splashed on the ground and I smiled as I fell asleep.

Maks POV

I was standing next to my window in my room with my little pink Ipod turned up on a cheerful song when I saw her. A woman wearing a little black halter top dress that reached her knees. I was surprised she wasn't cold, but by the way she was stumbling I assumed she had come from Temple Bar. She stopped right in front of a large shade that was stretching itself out on the edge of the light in front of her, and if I had to give it a characteristic, I would say it was begging for her to take the three steps forward so she could sate its hunger.

I willed her to turn around, to go back down the street to Temple Bar. She continued to stand there, as if she was looking at something. Was she a sidhe-seer? The only others of my kind I knew of worked for Rowena. Finally the girl turned and walked away. Breathing a sigh of relief I crawled into bed, my worries for the night tamed. At least for the most part. There was still a lot of things going on in my world.

I woke up at seven the next morning. I was still thinking about the woman I had seen last night. It had been strange to see her actually regard the dark zone like it was some different part of the city, rather then like it didn't even exist. I got ready, threw on some make-up just to make myself feel better and went downstairs to open Barrons Books and Baubles. It was colder this morning, so I turned on the fireplace, then went to the door to open shop.

That's when I saw her. The girl from last night that had been on the verge of death-by-shade had curled up in front of my door and fallen asleep. She looked frozen. Unlocking the bolts, I opened the door and caught her before she fell. Barrons wouldn't be happy, but I didn't care. I wasn't going to leave her outside on my doorstep. Not when there was a chance she was a sidhe-seer.

I picked the girl up. She didn't weigh much more then me but it was still a chore. I set her in one of the chairs by the fire I had started, and covered her with one of the oriental blankets that was sitting on the couch. I set a cup of hot coffee on the table in case she woke up any time soon, and because I couldn't let myself neglect my daily duties to BB& B I went about a normal day, checking on the girl every so often.

Kathy's POV

When I woke, I had to try my hardest not to scream. Somehow I managed to calm down and look around before I could. I didn't want to move, I was warm under the soft, expensive looking blanket even though my blood felt like it was running cold. How I had gotten to this particular shop was a little bit of a blur, but I did remember. I also remembered that the book store had been closed. Now it was day, although the damn clouds outside made it nearly impossible to tell what time. Also, I was sitting on an imported chair inside the book store. Sighing, I sat up and gaped.

The store was huge. Five stories of books and knickknacks. I could even hear a few of those little water fall things that are supposed to sooth and calm. Then I remembered the name of the place. Barrons Books and Baubles. All that was missing was Barrons. Folding the blanket I placed it on the couch, and gave the mug of coffee an odd look. No one else was in the shop, it was quiet. I took it up, and holding it tight. The mug was still warm but it was clear it had been sitting for a while. I sipped it and cringed. It desperately needed to be heated to taste better, not to mention a killer amount of sugar and cream.

"You're awake." I spun at the voice, almost spilling the coffee. It was a female with dark brunette hair that was cut a bit short and didn't look like it should be her natural color. I eyed the spear strapped to her thigh she hadn't bothered to hide, that or she had forgotten to.

"Oh sorry." She walked to the counter and placed it very reluctantly under the register.

"No you don't have to take it off." I said quickly seeing the pain in her eyes from being away from it. The perks of being an empath was I could easily comfort people. It also meant I knew their weakness to my strengths and visa versa. She gave me an odd looks. "I can tell you don't want to be away from it. Besides it doesn't bother me."

I reached just under the hem of my dress and pulled out a black Gerber folding knife with a lock blade nearly four inches long and almost an inch thick. Granted she was carrying a spear head but to each his or her own. With a relieved, appreciated look she strapped it back onto her thigh.

"Thanks. How are you feeling?" She grabbed a fresh cup of coffee, bringing it to me and taking the one I was holding. It was hot in my hands and I sipped it with love.

"I'm not sick, so I'd say I'm alright." I tugged at my dress a bit, suddenly finding it very embarrassing.

"You passed out in front of the store last night. Your lucky your not sick." She crossed her arms and I half smiled.

"I'm lucky I'm not dead." I whispered, staring down at my cup. "I know people go missing all the time here in Dublin, and that there's been a lot of deaths."

I had read a lot of articles before I had left my home.

"Your not from here." My smile grew at her comment and the same realization hit me. Her accent was far from Irish, it was southern.

"Neither are you. I'm visiting from Colorado."

"Beautiful state. Georgia." She didn't offer to what reason she was here, and I wasn't about to push it.

"How long was I out?" Before she could reply the door opened, causing a little bell to ring. A man stepped in the door, his eyes first scanning her, then ending on me. Those dark brooding eyes traveled down my frame to my black heals, then back up to the short skirt, and up further to pause on my large breasts a moment before he finally looked me in the eyes.

There was a long silence that wasn't quite awkward but still silent. He looked away after a few moments to the woman who had taken me in.

"Now your having sleepovers, Ms. Lane?" His voice was velvet against my skin and I suppressed a shiver. There was so much power in this man, so much wisdom, violence, passion, lust, hate, love. He was much older then he looked and his eyes revealed a dark past that promised turmoil and tears.

"Feck you, Barrons." She spat at him and they stared.

I could almost hear the silent conversation that was passing between them.

What are you thinking, you fool?

She's harmless, she passed out drunk, I had to help her.

Everyone is the enemy, Ms. Lane, must I remind you that.

"I'm not an enemy." I stated, covering my mouth when Barrons dark eyes shot to me. I hadn't meant to say the words out loud.

"What did you just say?" He growled, moving into the shop with a fast, deadly pace towards me. I dropped the mug of coffee on the floor, just missing the rugs as I backed away, the killer intent spewing from him. As I had said before, being an empath as I was could be very helpful, but in a situation like this, with a man like this, it was a curse.

"I-I'm not an enemy." He froze and I could see Ms. Lane staring at me in shock.

"What are you?" He growled. The question shook me as I stared into his eyes. He was nearly impossible to read, not because everything was blocked, I could get around blocks, but because there was so much to see. "How did you hear what I was thinking?"

My back was pressed against the wall beside the fireplace and he was only an inch from pressing against me. I felt so small, trapped and afraid for my life. He was tall, his dark hair was held perfect in place, tighed back at the nape of his neck. His skin was a golden bronze, the color of someone who had spent many years under a hot sun. His eyes trapped me under their black weight. His voice caressed my skin with the promise of a gentle touch, but the threat of sharp death.

"How did you hear what I was thinking?"