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Chapter 2:

"We weren't expecting her to be superfast, like her mother. We knew she's a sidhe-seer but we didn't know how powerful. I have a sneeking suspicion that she can sense tabh'rs too." The voice was male. I closed my eyes and extended my senses, paying close attention to my surroundings.

They seemed to be about ten or fifteen feet away, or at least I assumed it was a they. These men didn't seem like the type to talk to themselves.

"How can you tell?" A female voice asked.

"She kept...flinching when we passed the one in the brick wall, beside the bookstore. She also may be gifted in a touch of illusion."

"Illusion? How?"

"When we got there, she obviously didn't want us to be there, and to see her, so she made herself look.. different. She made herself look like you."

"Me?"

My eyes flew open. This was just too much. These people were insane. "Do you need to go and see a psychiatrist? Because I know of a few that could help you two out with your hallucination problems."

I looked over at them, and realized that it had been Barrons and Mac talking over in the corner. They were hard to mistake. Barrons was so huge, he just, filled the room, and them pushed everything else out, until it was just him filling it. Mac had her blonde hair curling around her face, and she was wearing her rainbow skirt. She looked like she was 30, and she was looking down at me with a mixture of curiosity, and hostility- she didn't like the fact that someone else had some powers around here, and she thought that I was dangerous.

"I felt like that once too Dru. Then I was almost killed by a-"

"Gray Man. I know. And then Barrons saved you, killing it with the Spear. Dani had the sword for the longest time." I looked around, figuring Dani would be popping up any second, wondering 'who the feck that is'. She'd probably be around twenty some years old, all happy, and excited, bouncing from foot to foot, like she'd been described in the book.

"Dru. There's something you need to know." Mac said, moving closer. "You're adopted."

"If that's all, then thank you, but you're about ten years late." I sat up, getting ready to fight, if need be.

"Dani died. Seventeen years ago." I had a bad feeling about this. "She was seventeen, when she died, giving birth." That would make Mac.. 43? No way. She was way too... young for that. "She died giving birth to you Dru."

"Okay whatever you say." I laughed. I didn't look remotely like her. I was tall, with long brown hair, and green eyes. I was not a ginger.

"I'm being serious. And your father was a Fae. Which is probably why you've got the power of illusion." Mac kept explaining. She was becoming sort of.. motherly towards me. I had one mother. I had a biological mother. I don't need three mothers.

"Alright. This is true. You and Jericho happen to be real. Ryodan is just as much of a jerk, Lor is just as much of a creepy, sex-deprived man, and Kasteo is just as silent and broody as the books described. But I'm not superfast."

"You kept up with my men. They are the fastest of the fast."

"Wait- they were moving faster than normal?" My eyes had just made it seem like they were moving at normal speed.

"No I'm lying." Barrons growled.

"Well that doesn't even make- oh." That's why I passed out. I'd used up all my energy keeping up that speed. And I'd payed for it.

"Dad I-" A man, around twenty years old stopped when he saw me sitting on the couch. He was so much like his father. Saturating his space, and owning himself. Standing even taller than his father, he towered over me, and sitting as I was, I felt utterly dwarfed by his presence. "didn't know we were having company." he regarded me with masked interest, his eyes roving my body, and stopping back at my face. He was wearing a tight-fitting black, V-neck tee shirt, and tight, darkwash jeans.

"And I didn't realize you'd had a son." I looked at them.

"How much of my life do you know about?" Mac asked.

"From the moment you were laying in the sun in Ashford, Georgia, to the time that the Unseelie Kind left with his concubine." I answered.

"You know a fair bit about my mother."

"Figures I'd know nothing about you." I muttered and there was a twitch at the corner of his lips, and then his face was a cool mask once again.

"This is my son Jeremy. He was with the nine of us when we went and-"

"Kidnapped me? Stole me from my home? Attacked me?" I supplied. Barrons fumed. He obviously wasn't interrupted often.

"I tire of this conversation." I said, yawning. "What room is my bag in?" I asked when I realized that my bag wasn't with me.

"Beside my old one." Mac said.

"I don't know the specific location of your old room. I'm not that all knowing." I frowned.

"Jeremy will show you to your room." Barrons said, and left with Mac, before either of us could protest.

"Let's go." I turned. He somehow got himself in front of me, and he led me up to my room. When we got there, he turned and left, not even opening the door for me. "Thanks for that. I really apreciate it." I muttered dryly and entered my room.

It was on the fourth floor, and it was fairly large, fitting a dresser, a closet, a queen sized bed, and a desk, with shelves. My backpack was on my bed, with some of the things all over my bed. I shook my head. No sense of privacy.

I put everything in it's rightful place, finding a lovely CD player, and an Ipod, and a Macbook sitting on my desk, obviously new. I sat down on my bed. I grabbed my journal- incidentally, it'd been Mac's character who'd inspired me to start writing in one- and wrote.

Barrons, Jeremy. Age: Unknown. Allegedly the same specie as his father. Danger assessment: Potentially lethal.

Sword of Light: If it's not in Dani's possession any longer... then is it at the abbey? Must explore this further. See if Mac has it. If so, ask for it.

How many days have I missed? What are my powers? Exploit their full extents!

I put my journal on myy desk, figuring that if someone wanted to read my journal then they would, if it was hidden or not. Suprisingly, they left the Fever series with me. I put them in a drawer of my desk, making a mental note to record all the data from Mac's journal into my own.

I looked out my window, and saw no inky shapes, but I had learned from Mac 6.0 to expect the unexpected, and so I left the lights on, and pulled my blankets up over my head, and fell asleep.

The next few days, I wasn't let out of my room. They'd come, give me food and leave. After awhile I felt useless, alone. I was starting to feel so alone I was going crazy in my room. So I formulated a plan. If I starved myself for long enough, they'd have to let me out, or else I'd die.

I flushed each meal they brought down the toilet, and I eventually got used to not eating anything. After two weeks of doing this, they started getting suspicious.

When Jeremy came to my room this time, he didn't just give me the food and leave, without a word.

"Take off your shirt."

"Uhm..." I didn't understand. I shrugged and did it. You don't argue with things like Barrons.

He studied my stomach. "It's concave."

"What! No!" I shreiked, feigning surpirse.

He gave me a dry look. "I'm not stupid. You're starving yourself."

"Smart boy."

"Stupid girl."

"Not one for flattery are you." It wasn't a question.

"Not one for thinking about the consequences are you." He replied in the same tone.

"Don't have to."

"No, you have us to do it for you." He shoved the plate at me.

I grabed it and freeze-framed -Ihad adopted the term that Dani had used. I refused to call her my mother. She'd forever be the fourteen year old girl to me.- into the bathroom and flushed the dinner down the toilet before he had realized what had happened. I looked up into the mirror and saw him scowling in it.

"That wasn't smart- you don't have much sugar to use up."

"I know more than you think Jeremy."

"Stick with Barrons, Dru."

I shook my head. "Hell has a special place for hypocrites."

"Hell wont take me." he smiled darkly, and without humor.

"I'd believe it."

"I'm taking you to the kitchens."

I snorted. "As if you could make me eat."

The next thing I knew, I was pushed up against the mirror, with his arm on my throat. I swear I could remember this from somewhere. "Make no mistake Dru, I can make you do anything that I want you to do. And you'll be happy about it."

He let me go and I sucked in breath, rubbing at my neck. "There was no need for violence."

He grabbed my wrist and didn't answer, dragging me downstairs and making me eat a bowl of noodles. When I got back to my room, my body rejected the food, regurgitating it without my help. Eating those noodles had made me think of home, about Mom and Dad, and how they were probably feeding Jane and Alice the same type of noodles for lunch.

I was brooding about that, when I realized something. Not once during my time in this room had I even tried the door. I walked up to it, and it opened for me, and I felt so very stupid.

I stepped out of the room and crept down the hallway. I heard voices in another room. I crept closer and closer to the door until I could see through a tiny crack. There were quite a few people in this room. They were all guys. I felt as if there were girls somewhere else, on some other floor.

I felt sort of rude eavesdropping, seeing as my parents had brought me up to be polite and proper, but I wasn't feeling polite, or proper, so I pressed my ear to the crack.

"Ever since we've been here we've been sittin' on our erses, not doing anythin'. We need tae do somethin'!"

"Dinna fash yerself Pierce we'll be doing somethin' soon. The lass chust needs time tae settle in." Pierce sounded aggravated, and I could only imagine how aggravated he'd be after what this man said. The fact that he actually cared at all was sort of nice to hear.

"Have ye no' seen what she's doin' tae herself, Gavrael? She's verra near starved herself! What does Barrons do?" When nobody answered him he just said, "Exactly."

I heard a deep sigh, and another voice joined in. "I hate tae say it but I think Gavrael is right, Pierce. We're here tae help the lass find the-" he was hushed before he said the word, "but she's on her own until we're needed. And dinna meddle Pierce. It's no' yer buisness, ye know?"

"But we're here tae help her Brody? How can we dae that if we canna even keep her alive?" Another new voice sounded, slightly higher than the others, as if, he was closer to my age. Highschool aged.

"Spencer's right, and thae I normally ne'er admit this, he's go' a good point. We need tae see if the lass needs anythin'." His voice sounded just like Spencer's, and he sounded determined.

"Yer chust agreein' with him because he's yer twin, and he'll beat yer erse if ye donna." There was a final voice added to the mix.

"Yer chust jealous becauase yer twin is a lass." Spencer retorted, which sent them all into a huge fight, the older ones trying to mediate for the younger ones, and everything just turned into a loud cacophony of masculine shouts.

I decided that now would be a good time to take my leave, and I turned, but my knee hit the door, sending it wooshing open. In my attempts to keep it from opening, I lunged, realizing afterwards that I'd only propelled, not only the door, but also myself into the room. When i landed there with a grunt of pain, the cries went silent immediately. I looked up to see six tall men, with dark hair of varying lengths, and bronzed skin staring down at me.

"Well this is awkward..." I muttered. Fight or flight? Fight or flight? I was thinking wildly, assessing my options. Stay and potentially gather information, or make a break for it? I decided to stay and see what I could gather.

"Sae yer the lass that Barrons has go' us watching." I couldn't tell if he was Brody or Gavrael. "Dru, is it?"

"You know my name, and I don't know yours. Does that seem fair?"

"Brody." He stuck out his hand, and I took it, and he helped me up. He gave me a once over, and I shivered. His eyes held something carnal, something animal. I definitely didn't want to find out what. Brody had dark blue eyes, and dark hair, pulled back at the nape of his neck. He was the tallest of the six.

"Gavrael." He nodded to me, and looked me over as well. I noticed that all of them seemed to be doing that. As if they were undressing me with their eyes. Way to make a girl feel comfortable... Gavrael's hair went just to his eyes, a look that wouldn't normally suit somebody of his age but in his case.. it just did. His eyes were the purest of silver, the colour you only ever see in rings. He looked exactly like Brody.

"Dean." He winked his wine coloured eyes and I rolled mine. His hair was styled much like Gavrael's but it was of a lighter shade, and wavy. He stood at around 5'11'', only an inch short of Gavrael.

"Pierce." His dark silver eyes were almost black, and his dark hair was loose, the tips barely brushing his shoulders. He had a little smirk on his face that almost shouted 'winning'. He'd gotten his wish I guess. Let's just hope I'd also gotten mine.

"Drake." His eyes were like liquid gold, and his nearly-black hair was cropped short.

"Spencer." Nearly three inches taller than his twin, Drake, his green eyes sparkled a deep emerald. Unlike his twin, he wore his hair long, past his shoulders.

They were quite a bunch. They were all well built, extremely attractive men. All of them were also way out of my league. Especially since I'm a captive here, and they, seemingly, aren't.

"I would say it's nice to meet you, but really? Under these circumstances, it isn't."

"Och and doona we know it." Gavrael responded with resentment.

It took all I had in me not to beam, and beg them to keep speaking- I love accents. They make my life worthwhile. My family is brittish- my adoptive one, that is- and so, whenever relatives come over, they're always really irked with me, because of how much I beg them to speak. I wouldn't do that with these men. I was more mature than that.

"So why am I even here?" I asked.

They all looked stupefied. "Yer sayin' that they dinna even tell ye why yer here?" Pierce looked like he was ready to punch something.

"There are no stupid questions, just stupid people." I muttered to myself. It's a little mantra I use, so that I don't call people stupid. That is rude and unnecessary. "No. I was just asking that to test you."

"Oh!" Drake exclaimed, and I face-palmed.

"There's this thing called sarcasm, it's a great thing really..." I trailed off hoping he'd get it. The instant he started turning red I knew he'd gotten it.

"Anyways..." Dean sauntered up to me. "We should really be gettin' ye tae yer room. I'll bring ye there, if ye'd like." He winked again. I had the sudden urge to vomit whatever was left in my stomach.

"I'm fine thanks. I'm sure I can make all ten feet on my own." I rolled my eyes and left, the younger guys snickering at him, and the older ones rolling their eyes and smiling.

When i finally flopped down on my bed, I was exausted. I mean, the walk back to my room took all of thirty seconds, but it felt like years. Those men... my goodness. They were just... so attractive. Too attractive for their good, and for the good of every girl who's ever laid eyes on them.

I sighed. "Why is it that I have to be trapped with so many attractive men? It would be so much easier to hate them if they were ugly..."

I yawned, and stretched, closing my eyes, and drifting off into a deep, dark, sleep.