A/N: I've been gone for a long time, but I'm back with this. A tale of love, sex, killing, more sex, et cetera. And incest. You have been warned. It comes latar. Any Fae or Dark words will be translated at bottom if not in the story.

Nightshade felt herself turn a slight shade of pink, and smiled slightly at the man in front of her. His lips curved up, revealing jagged teeth, and she was abruptly reminded of what he was, what she was.

Opposites.

The Fair Folk couldn't love the Children of the Night.

She tried to tug away from him, but he clutched her tighter, crushing the Fae against his cold chest. And she couldn't help it; she looked up at him and kissed him, and their lips danced furiously. It was in both their natures to be passionate.

Pulling away, she managed to gasp, "But, my love, if our parents found out—"

"My parents are dead," he growled. "And yours are power obsessed and soon to die."

That shut her up. Her mom and dad were power hungry, and they would soon be put to death, what with all the conspiring.

Pulling her lips back to his, Chaos could only think about what his sister, Hope, was doing.

His lips trailed to Night's neck, and he felt the strong pulse of blood there. He resisted.

She was his escape. Besides, Fair Folk blood tasted horrible, more often than not, although since she was half-vampire, he supposed she might not be too bad.

Tearing open her shirt and trailing his kisses down there, he felt bad for not telling her. She thought she was Pure, but she wasn't… he could smell it in her blood. The distinction.

Then his lips were going even farther down her body, and she was moaning softly, until he undressed slowly, nipping her neck and letting a few drops past, licking them up. She moaned a little louder, and he smiled, murmuring, "Your blood tastes wonderful, my dear."

And it was true.

Smiling, she pulled him tight against her as he penetrated her, slowly. She let out a soft groan, and kissed him hard.

Suddenly, something relatively normal happened; a bush rustled quietly.

But Chaos could Smell, Hear, almost Touch.

Hope.

He threw on the rudimentary basics, then threw himself and caught her around the neck. She squeaked, and then asked with a low, seductive tone, "Come to finish with me what you started with Night, my dear?"

Snorting, he leaned down and murmured, "I love you, Hope, but I don't love you that much."

Sighing, she murmured, "Well, that's too bad. I got a good look at you—mm, I'd like that." She winked.

"Whore," he muttered at her.

She pinched his cheek. "Well, I wouldn't be talking, since you're with a new girl every night to attempt to forget your sexual feelings for me, much the same that I'm with a new man every two hours to attempt to forget how much I need you, body and soul."

With a swift move, she crushed her lips against his quickly, then darted away.

Chaos returned to the Fae priestess.

She was propped up on her elbows, wide eyes innocent as she looked at him. Her delicate lips were forming words in the faery tongue, Kisante.

Closing a prayer to Alkine, the goddess of sexual pleasure and virgins, Nightshade smiled hesitantly at him.

Staring at the beautiful girl, he let out a breath. "I can't do it," he muttered. She was too innocent. He couldn't spoil that. Everyone else had been unclean—his kind, daemonic entities, never a Fae priestess.

Night let out a hiss, and snapped, "What do you mean you can't?"

He blinked at the sudden change. "You're too innocent, Night. I can't ruin that for you."

Suddenly, she was her normal self again, murmuring, "You wouldn't spoil it. I wouldn't rather have it anywhere other than here." Pausing, she corrected, "Well, maybe a proper bed."

She glanced around at the forest. It was her home, but not very comfortable for sex.

As he started to get up, she whimpered and attempted to tug him back down, but he was adamant. He wouldn't take her virginity.

She let out a soft, disappointed sigh, and pulled on her robes again. They were soft, white, and long, going to her ankles, but showing a lot of her body. There were strips cut out of the sides of the skirt, to allow more movement. The sleeves, normally heavy and wide, were tight and lightweight.

She slid on her weapons, one at a time. First her daggers, then her chakram—which had a diameter equal to her arm (and was hard to hide)—then her sword, to her side, and last her bow and quiver. Then she grabbed her staff and followed after Chaos.

Cold hands gripped her and a familiar voice hissed, "You have to leave."

Suddenly, she was unconscious.

———

The SPARTAN-IV project, which was really more of a peacekeeping project than a super soldier program, went spectacularly well. They had the speed and strength of the SPARTAN-IIs, with a lot more returns. No deaths. Only one injury.

Although, seven years after the Human-Covenant war ended, things were more advanced. The Sangheili were helping them a lot more than the scientists had imagined, and they were all very smart. So the help was appreciated.

Spartan-109, Svilo, stretched slowly. He was lean, had sharp teeth, and was insanely strong, even for a SPARTAN. Because he was half-Sangheili.

He glanced at his sister, Anay. She smiled hesitantly at him, and he kissed her cheek quickly.

And then Catherine Halsey walked in.

The woman was old, Svilo thought. But beautiful in her own way. She was a mother figure for all the SPARTANs, every generation.

Anay jumped up and tackled Halsey, almost knocking her outside again, but she managed to right herself. Laughing, she kissed Anay's head, then glanced over to Svilo. "No love?" She implored, a little smile on her face.

Rolling his eyes, Svilo got up and hugged her, too.

"You got a little present on your front door," she informed them, reaching behind herself and grabbing something, then bringing it to view. It was a young woman, maybe sixteen, with long, black hair, and pale skin covered by monkish, white robes.

Svilo grabbed the young woman, and cradled her against his chest. He checked her pulse, and let out a breath. "She's alive, at least."

Suddenly, the girl opened her eyes, revealing deep red irises. She sucked in a breath and suddenly she was out of his arms, in a corner, curled into a ball.

Disoriented, Svilo blinked, and then he walked slowly over to the girl. She looked up and hissed, pulling out a dagger. "Leave me alone," she snapped.

Blinking, he backed away.

Glancing down at the dagger, she suddenly broke down, and then she was in his arms, hugging him tightly, sobbing loudly and kissing him. He was too confused for a moment to do anything, then he registered the smooth feel of her lips on his… and it felt right, despite she was a complete stranger and he already was dating Spartan-079, Lynn.

His lips moved with the same passionate rhythm as hers, and he felt her pressed tighter against him.

And he pushed her away.

She stared up at him with wide eyes. She was about three inches shorter than him, he noticed.

Making a slight whimpering noise, her head tilted up, and she pressed her lips to his again.

This time, he pulled away immediately. She whimpered again, cuddling against his chest. "You're warm," she whispered softly. "Nothing like the Methela."

Blinking, he asked, "What?"

Halsey leaned forward.

"I'm Nightshade Ashal," she introduced. "I'm a High Priestess of the Fair Folk."

A/N: Lacking any subtlety, she introduces herself. XD Review, nao, or I will NOM YOUR FACES OFF. OMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM

Next Chapter: Maybe tomorrow. I DON'T KNOW. DX