So here's chapter 2. Please give me feedback on this, since the plot's beginning to form in this one, whereas the last was almost an intro. I can't say much else for fear of spoilers, so enjoy and please REVIEW!


Niall slowly finished re-buttoning his breeches, a sense of longing soon replacing the lust that had taken him hours prior. Leiel, the mortal, was staring at him wide, doll-like eyes that disconcerted him, and she had refused to put her clothes back on, even after he himself started to redress. The still-nude mortal girl simply watched him with vacant eyes, a forlorn smile touching her small mouth. He could see the fear in her eyes as he pulled his tunic over his head; fear that he would leave her once again, fear that he would forget about her once again.

And sadly enough, Niall knew he that would. He had not meant to be so cruel, but he found that he simply could not stay in the same place for too long. There was a biting kind of shame that followed him when he stayed anchored to one place, a constant reminder that he was just alone as the mortals he bedded. That if he stayed still long enough, he would remember that he was no one. No one with a purpose.

Ever since mother lef- No. Niall would not dwell on that. He did not need any taking care of. He was a full grown faery who could watch after himself. Solitary and nomadic, but never pitiful. Besides, his mother had made her own decision. It was time for him to make his.

But yet, how scared Leiel looked as she sat nude in the damp soil, leaning her face against the rough tree bark. Niall wanted to comfort her, but he knew not how. She wanted what he could never, ever give her, and that was painful enough.

So instead he ran gentle fingers along her matted dark hair and gave a smile that was as insincere as his heart. "I hope to see you again."

The mortal nodded once and whispered, "I hope to see you as well." Tears laced her voice, but beneath the shade of the tree, he could scarcely see them.

Then Niall leaned down, as he was accustomed to do with weeping mortals, and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Farewell, he thought dully. Then he turned away from her and stepped out beneath the tree and into the now-dry night.

He needed to get his mind off of the mortal girl behind him, needed to move one to something new so as to forget her and her tears. Niall quickly took to a dirt road that lead into the nearest village, eager to lose himself in the madness of a good fête.

And eager to find another mortal as a distraction.


At the tavern, Niall sat at the barstool, sipping some kind of human brew that tasted faintly like tainted bathwater, but that eased the painful ache in his chest regardless. He skimmed the room briefly: There was a woman whispering something in a man's ear that made him chuckle, two surly men eying each other for a fight, a man cheating another out of a card game. None of the sights were remotely interesting.

And then Niall spotted a handsome young man who was sitting alone, trying his best not to bring attention to himself. He had a thin, angular face and eyes the color of sapphires that caught Niall's fancy. A mouth the color of strawberries formed a thin line.

Slowly, Niall leaned across the bar and tapped the barmaid's shoulder. She was a rotund woman of a healthy port with cheeks the color of rouge.

"Who is that?" he asked gently.

Her thick brows pulled together as she looked over at Niall. "Fine pretty lad like yerself donna need to be asking around at a place like this", she laughed. "I know that much meself."

Niall tilted his head, but didn't let his impatience show. "Place like this?" he asked innocently.

"Place of vice'n sinners if I do say so meself. Whores and gamblers and the lot."

"What makes you think I do not seek vice?" he asked with a wicked grin that made him look everything like the fey in bedtimes stories.

The woman looked taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor, but still shook her head. "Isaac", she responded disapprovingly, catching Niall's brown eyes with her own dull greys. "But he's a good boy- ne'er done nutin' bad to no one. And I don't quite like the look in yer eyes right now."

At that, Niall smiled more reassuringly, and said to the woman, "Worry not, madam. I simply want to speak with him."

He saw her visibly tense a bit as he stood up and made his way to the mortal boy. Upon reaching his table, Niall realized that Isaac, as he was called, looked to be in the middle of his twenties, as least as far as mortals were concerned.

"Hello", Niall greeted, gesturing towards as chair. "May I sit?"

Isaac's blue eyes widened as he saw Niall, alight with something that hadn't been there moments ago. "Of course", he said in a voice that was deeper than Niall had imagined it would sound.

Quietly, Niall took a seat, staring at Isaac the entire time. The mortal's discomfort was evident in how he fidgeted beneath Niall's golden stare.

"Do you frequent this place often?" Niall found himself asking, raising one mahogany colored brow.

Isaac inaudibly shook his head. "No, not truly. I've come tonight, but I have yet to find what it is I'm looking for."

"A friend, perhaps?" Niall provided cleverly. "Or a lover?"

Isaac blushed immensely, shaking his head and biting his full lip as if to hide the red of his cheeks. Isaac was preoccupied with his own embarrassment, meanwhile Niall couldn't stop staring at his plush mouth. "No, no", he stammered, "I was simply-"

"Shh", Niall whispered in a voice as soft as silk. "You're too tense… I do not mean to frighten."

When Isaac had visibly relaxed, Niall said, "Now, would you care to hear a secret?"

The younger male said, "Yes, of course."

Niall leaned in, close enough to hear Isaac's heart race and see his blue eyes deliriously widen. To hear the vibrations of his trembling lower lip and smell the sweet scent of mortal arousal. And then he paused when his lips were pressed just below the boy's ear and said, "I can be either if you want me to be."

At that, Isaac audibly swallowed, and a low sound escaped his throat that made Niall hungry inside. Niall knew that he had the mortal right where he wanted him; flustered and aroused. So when Niall slowly wrapped his fingers around the mortal's slender hand and pulled him to his feet, Isaac silently obeyed, despite the unformed protests in his throat.

"Worry not", Niall whispered huskily as he lead Isaac away from the den of people and to the door that lead to the back of the tavern. "You will have naught to regret. I assure you."

The mortal just smiled at Niall shyly, strands of messy brown hair falling into his face as the night breeze ruffled the locks. But despite his own fragile nerves, he seemed to believe Niall's every word.

And when Niall pressed the mortal's body to the cool stone wall of the tavern Isaac moaned complacently, lost in the feel of Niall's fingers along his face and his full mouth along his neck. He accepted the hot taste of Niall's breath on the inside of mouth, Niall's scalding tongue making Isaac's knees weak with every caress. Isaac reveled the scent of Niall permeating through him, invading his nostrils and tender skin. It was euphoric.

And then when Niall spun him around so quickly that his cheek and chest were pressed to the cool wall, Isaac completely opened himself up to the strange man who had promised him secrets and ecstasy. Then he felt a tugging down of his breeches and felt the wind on his skin, blowing away his worries as quickly as Niall's touches had. And then, in the silence of the night, there was only pure euphoria again as Niall entered him.

Isaac let out a moan as Niall slowly took him from behind, rocking into him in ways no one had ever done before. Holding his hips and hitting him in places he never knew existed. The feeling was indescribable.

And alas, the mortal's cries filled the dry night air, filling Niall's beating ears with a sound he'd come to revere. And as the cries spilled from Isaac's pouty lips and as Niall held their hips firmly in place, all he could feel was a sense of completion, not due to the boy he was possibly deflowering behind a tavern. No never that.

The completion he felt was in knowing that for however long this pleasure lasted, he wouldn't have to feel so alone.