Sigh, miracles do come true ppl i got this done. I didn't think i would but after i got so many reviews, (in a row) i decided 2 try and get this up for ya'll. Ok i want 2 explain some things i was 2 lazy 2 in the 1st chapter. I got the idea 4 this story from a girl on a discussion board on Facebook asked would SR luv Rephaim if they weren't imprinted. And this question kind of stuck w/ me ya know. so i tried to figure out a way to put that 2 the test but i couldn't figure out how. Than i remembered a part from the movie Beastlie and i kind of worked on it from there. Oh and i want 2 apologize for the first chapter. It was WAY 2 rushed and i forgot 2 proof read it. I just wanted to get it up that i didn't think about that shit. And everything is worded all wrong and...yeah u all want me to shut up and stop criticizing myself now don't u? Ok can do! I'm still hving trouble w/ this so bare w/ me ppl. I just don't know how 2 word anything. I'm pretty sure i still failed in that area. i wasn't going to even make a second chapter until iluvZimandNny16 gave me a bunch of ideas and helped my created juices flowing again so gud job u! *Gives her a cookie* This is just a little short chapter were Rephaim's getting over the shock and figuring out what he's going 2 do. Just until i can come up w/ some REAL ideas. So thanx 2 all my reviewers and thanx 4 not flaming even though i know i screwed up on the first chapter. (Man can't you just tell i have such a low self-esteem.) but don't worry yall are helpin' me get a higher self-esteem before i started publishing my stuff on here. Ok im going 2 stop talking now before i blab you to death.

R&R

Disclaimer: i don't own HoN

Chapter 1: Careful what you wish for

"Or stay alone forever…"

REPHAIM!

Rephaim sat up bolt upright breathing hard. His head hurt and he felt extremely dizzy. But that didn't matter, none of it mattered. He wished more than anything for it to be a bad dream; for it to be all nonsense created out of the fabrics of his subconscious showing him his worst fears. But no it wasn't a dream, it was real, he could feel it in his heart and soul. Stevie Rae was gone. No, Rephaim grimaced; she had never been there at all.

He could still feel the echoing pains of their broken imprint; the thing that they both shared, gone, never to be. He still couldn't believe it, how could this have happened. He hadn't even meant any of the things he said. Rephaim did not wish to take the imprint away, nor did he wish to be free of her. Yes, he supposed there were times when it would have been easier, simpler. But now that she was truly gone from him he realized that he did not want it to be that easy. He did not want her gone from his life.

She was the only thing that was ever really good in his life. The only thing pure and true and love and light; and now that was taken from him. He could still hear the silent echoes of her voice screaming his name with such fierce emotion and despair that it hurt to hear. Rephaim wanted more than anything to pull her close to him and hold her in his arms and smooth her. Comfort her. Let her know that everything was all right, that he was there for her and that he would never let her go; that there was no need to despair because everything was going to be alright. No matter how much the thought was foolish and idealistic he still wanted to comfort her and be with her.

All the sudden Rephaim's despair morphed into hate. "This is her fault."He hissed anger slowly boiling within him. The enchantress that cursed woman, whoever she was, he was going to make sure she pays for this. As soon as he was done setting things right he would make sure she regretted crossing paths with him. "Yes, it's time I stopped wallowing in self-pity. It will get me no where. All I have to do is find a way to speak with the Red One without her running away and convince her of the bond we share. The love can come later; if she even loved me in the first place."

But she did care for me and perhaps that's all I need to break this curse and set things right. He thought to himself and with a grime sense of determination got to his feet and opened his wings and took to the sky. Then he paused, the one problem was that since they were not imprinted anymore he could not sense her and go in the direction the bond was telling him to go. She could be in Africa for all he knew!

Preposterous, he knew he was somewhere in Tulsa but that was beside the point. He flew off in the direction of the House of Night hoping that she was there. If not he would check the tunnels. The one good thing about spending so much time with Stevie Rae is that he knew her usual hang out spots so he didn't have to guess to hard about where to find her.

Rephaim pushed all his strength into making his wings move faster. Eager to see her, just see her. And maybe coax her away from her friends so they can talk; though he'll have to find a way to do that without scaring her. Rephaim tried to remember a time when she was ever scared of him. And could recall no such time, not even in the beginning, back when she had first saved him from death had she been afraid. And she had proved this fact time and time again. Allowing herself to trust him, and perhaps even care for him.

It was going to be difficult dealing with her fear. He knew she would be afraid. It was expected. But it was going to be strange after so long of becoming used to her openness and not being afraid, watching her shrink from his touch and flinching when she saw the bloody color of his eyes. She never saw him as a beast but now she would. As that retched enchantress had pointed out she would only see him as a monster and a beast. And the beast that killed her professor; there was no way around this fact, but it still pained him when he thought of the disgust he would surly see in her eyes.

The thought of speaking to Stevie Rae excited at the same time scared him. He wanted, no, needed to speak to her. But he couldn't risk her running away from him; screaming, terror in her eyes. Rephaim also knew that as well as he wanted to speak with her he knew this wouldn't be wise. No matter how he played it, it would end up back firing on him.

Plus he didn't know what to say. He could not very well walk up to her and spill everything that was between them. Not only would she be scared but she would not believe. He had to do this carefully in order to do it right. He only had so long to make Stevie Rae fall for him, oh gods what an impossible task. Rephaim glanced down at the tattoo on his palm, (more evidence that what happened actually happened.) And he had only so much left.

Not real exciting 4 ya'll but don't worry next chapter, (whenever i get around to writing it) things are going to actually start really happening. What things you ask? I'm not telling wait and see! :)