Lorelei Richards is a siren/succubus halfling that has always felt out of place in the normal world. Though she knows that she is different than everyone else she didn't know there was an entire other world out there with creatures just as different as her.

With Emma insisting that Lachlain does something with the feral Lykae once called Raghnall the Beast, that has called the dungeon at Kinevane his home for 600 years, he decided in a last-ditch effort to help his friend by finding his mate in hopes she can tame his not-so-inner wolf.

With lots of action/humor/romance ensuing and the Accession around the corner and a guest appearance by the one and only Nïx this is going to be fun!

AN: This is my first fan-fiction of any kind and since IAD is my favorite series I decided to try my hand at it. Comments, suggestions, reviews are all welcome and I will try to update at least once a week. I hope you like it!

"Hey Lore, can you spare a hand over here?" Sammi, part-time model, full-time waitress and friend called out at the ticket window balancing two trays of drinks and a basket of chicken tenders with fries on her long slender arms. The Flaming Bartender was getting slammed as usual, it was Sunday and there were never enough people to cover the tables.

"Behind you. Damn that group is getting mighty grabby!" Lorelei commented, cheeks flushed as she grabbed a tray from her co-worker and nodded her head towards the party of twenty men that were at that moment chanting the name of their favorite football team at the group of televisions playing the game.

"Tell me about it. That Jersey Shore cast off with way too much spray tan palmed my ass five minutes ago when I brought him his beer."

"Is that why he is wearing it?"

"And you know it! I don't mind them eying the goods...that is the main reason I wore these shorts but one of them are going to lose a paw if they don't stop touching the merchandise." Sammi huffed then put on a big smile as an idea came across her. When Sammi gave her that smile it was never a good sign. "Lore...could you be a dear?"

Lorelei rolled her eyes at her friend's request knowing now precisely what she was going to ask for. She didn't know how or why she had this gift but she had no problem using it in this case. No one besides Sammi knew this but Lorelei could get almost anyone to do almost anything if she asked sweetly enough, though afterward she always felt drained. Most of the time she could get by with a big smile or a sultry please to get a nice tip or an extension on her rent with very little effort, an ability she used very frequently, but this group had only been whipped up into a larger fervor when she tried it on them earlier. For them, she would need to go big.

"You are going to owe me a pint of Chocolate Fudge Dream for this." Lorelei sighed looking at her targets and then reconsidered, "Two pints."

"I'll throw in a tube of cookie dough as well if you get them all to leave in twenty."

"Deal."

Ever since Lorelei turned sixteen she started noticing things about herself that stood out from her peers. Captain of the swim team and the lead female singer in chorus was nothing compared to other things that started happening as if overnight. Her hair which was a limp mousy brown became fuller, shinier, and had a wave to it that would put a hair commercial actress' coif to shame, and the color lightened becoming now a multifaceted collection of golds, browns, and reds. Her green eyes changed to a bold emerald, her lips, breasts, and butt plumping up in turn while her waist narrowed. It seemed like every day for months a new change to her appearance emerged until by the end of this miraculous transformation she scarcely could recognize herself.

Her parents, who around that time broke the news to her that she was adopted, when she brought up her transformations brushed it off telling her that these changes were normal, that puberty was kind to her. That she should just embrace the new her, sound advice it seemed at first making her happy with the attention she received from her peers, and she found validation in every party she was invited to, every jock that asked her out, and every girl that tried to emulate her style until the last part of her change occurred. The final transformation that in turn changed her life as she knew it and made it completely clear that she wasn't normal.

She gained...powers.

With no other word out there to describe the other things that she could do she settled on that word after confiding in her long-term best friend Sammi. It was just too much for her to try to hide by herself and Sammi was a great confidant and even helped her try to look up answers for what was happening to her.

When the results they came up with became far too fantastical for the girl with the powers to believe she decided to instead just suppress and hide them. An almost instinct deep inside her telling her to hide the differences she could and brazen out the ones she couldn't. Following that inner feeling like a religion she quit the swim team (she now could breathe underwater), and the chorus (her singing literally became a show stopper), and tried to fade into the crowd with various degrees of luck. She felt like she was doing fine until her appetite for food receded as her appetite for more carnal delights increased. She then found herself drawing an energy from stolen kisses in cars, caresses, and climaxes, but always stopped before going all the way. Her virginity, what little was left of it, remained not for any religious reason but because the instinct told her that she needed someone a lot stronger than the boys in school to withstand that final intimacy.

So here she is twenty-three, a waitress at a local sports bar, sustaining herself on short interludes in dark alleyways with random men and ice cream for when she didn't. As she reached the group she felt a strangle tingling feeling on the back of her neck. She was being watched, not an uncommon feeling, there was very few times where she didn't get noticed, but this feeling was stronger than that. Like whoever it was knew exactly what she was and was calling out to her.

"Hey sugar is that my beer?" the butt-palming offender called out pulling her out of her thoughts and brought her back to the task at hand. Giving him her best smile she sauntered over to where he sat and leaned in close to his ear to give him a purr to put Eartha Kitt to shame.

"Sure is honey, and why don't you be a dear and finish it quickly, I need you to do a favor for me..."