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Chapter 2: "There are no raindrops on roses…" –Panic at the Disco

I stared back at Pyewackett. "Come again?" I laughed nervously.

"You will be hunted. I really do apologize for not informing you of this beforehand…"

"Are you serious. So… will they even know where I am? Can they find me quickly?"

"I really do not know. It may take them weeks or months to smell the scent of a dove's blood. Not many vampires will be hunting doves because they're convinced doves are extinct. A few doves have gone into hiding, keeping away from other creatures, living in places like bogs and swamps. I'm sure you can stay with one of them if you want. But once the vampires realize there is a dove out there, they will hunt you. They can run extremely fast, are very strong, and can go into sunlight."

I was slowly recovering. My brain was working, the hazy fog releasing its grip on my mind. "No. I'm not going to do that. I can't just leave behind high school, my friends, my parents-"

"Will all of that matter if they catch you anyways?" he cut me off. I narrowed my eyes at him. But he was right. If they caught me, they'd just harvest blood from me. Goodbye, life. I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to calm down the stress I was feeling.

"So what do I do." I started to truly realize the situation I was in. It's not like I had major plans for the future anyways, my parents didn't care about me that much, and I didn't have any close friends…

"You have to leave. There is a little house deep in a swamp that you can have. I got it from a friend who owed me a favor. It is quaint, and the swamp will mask your blood scent. I will arrange food, bedding, and clothing for you there. Make your choice: stay here and be captured soon, or come with me and stay safe for a little while longer." He looked intently at me. I could tell he really did care about my well being.

"I'll go with you only because I don't want to say goodbye to my freedom so quickly. I'm thinking that I won't get any when I'm captured."

"If you get captured." He replied.

"Right."

"Follow me. We're going to go through a portal to get to the house in the bog."

"Portal?" I asked. He raised a paw and mumbled some words I couldn't comprehend. Suddenly, a bright green flashing light illuminated the room, and a portal appeared, showing a misty swamp on the other side. I raised both of my eyebrows. "Impressive."

He nodded his head once. "An old cat can do a little more than grant wishes." I smirked. "Come along and hurry." He went through the portal, and I followed. Immediately after I landed on the other side, the portal shut. Everything was silent except for the low hum of crickets. I looked around in front of me. It was beautiful: silky trees rose out of black water like floating spirits. We had landed on an island in the middle of the water, and a little house was perched in the trees above, about 10 feet from the ground. There was a rope ladder that led up to a door in the floor of the house. It was amazing. I could see candles glowing from little windows in the wooden house.

"Do you like it?" He smiled brightly, little cat teeth showing. I picked him up in a hug.

"Yes, thank you so much!" I smiled at him, and then put him back down.

"You're the first human to pick me up in a long time, so consider yourself honored." He gave a hearty chuckle, and I laughed along with him. "So, care to explore you new home?" He started towards the rope ladder, and climbed up it gracefully. I followed next, finding that it was surprisingly easy to climb. I peeked up into the house to find Pyewackett sitting on a bed, tail swishing back and forth. I got up into the tiny tree house, and peered around. It was the perfect size.

A four-poster queen sized bed was pushed against a corner, with eggplant colored covers and sheets and a cream-colored net canopy draping over the four dark brown wood posters. A window was right next to it. The walls were a deep green color, with various vintage and renaissance looking paintings. High up on the wall were long shelves containing old and dusty books. A black chandelier was hanging in the middle of the ceiling. Candles of different shapes, sizes, and smells were everywhere. An incense burner lay on an antique vanity table, which held perfumes from various countries. A small nightstand had a lamp with a peach colored lampshade. A grandfather clock sat in another corner, mahogany wood stained with age. An old fireplace was in the wall, and firewood was piled next to it. A wood wardrobe was next to my bed.

There was a small door that led to a bathroom and shower, which was cream with rose wallpaper. Behind another door was a kitchen, which had surprisingly modern equipment. Cute little wooden cabinets lined the walls. A small table was in the far corner with a crimson velvet chair. I went out another door near my bed, which lead to a balcony with a comfortable midnight blue velvet chair on it.

I turned to Pyewackett, who had been watching me with a smile while I explored my new abode. "I love it!" I said with a smile on my face. "I feel like a fairy living in here.

"Well you do have wings," he laughed. "The balcony faces the west so you can watch the sunset and the kitchen window faces the east so you can watch the sun rise while you make breakfast, if you're up that early. All the appliances run on magic, including the refrigerator and the shower. Food and water will always be in the fridge, supplied by my magic. To light the candles around the house and in the chandelier, snap your fingers next to the candle you want lit. I put a spell around the house that prevents bugs from getting in, so you can thank me for that later. However, you will not be able to leave the house because I do not want you eaten by vampires or crocodiles. If you need anything, just say my name and I will be here." And with that, he vanished.

I sighed and headed toward the wardrobe. "Time to change out of these clothes." I looked at my ripped shirt in the vanity table mirror, and stretched out my wings. I opened the wardrobe and ruffled through the clothing. They were all…dresses. I didn't mind dresses; I just thought it was an interesting clothing choice for living in a swamp. Luckily, all the dresses were long and some had long sleeves, and the swamp was strangely cold. I pulled out one that I assumed was a nightgown and put it on. It was cream, had long sleeves, went down to my ankles, and was the softest piece of clothing I had worn in my life. There were two holes cut in the back for my wings to fit through perfectly. I noticed that all the dresses had those two holes. I smiled to myself.

It was past midnight, or so the ancient grandfather clock claimed. I quickly braided my hair down the back, washed my face with natural face wash and brushed my teeth with a strange substance in a jar labeled "toothpaste" that tasted like berries. I returned to my little room and snapped at the chandelier and all of the candles. They immediately hushed their flame, leaving only curling wisps of smoke behind. Good thing I can snap, I thought The room was dark, save for the calming silver moonlight pouring in through the window. I went over to the deep purple bed, and moved the canopy out of my way, only to find my ipod lying on a pillow. Huh. Guess Pyewackett knew I couldn't survive without my music. I didn't want to accidentally say his name aloud, so I pondered the ipod incident in my mind.

I buried myself in soft covers, and fell asleep listening to Enya, my wings spread out around me.