Hey everybody. I really wanted to bring Alfons in this chapter, but also didn't want to rush things. So, probably next chapter. God, I hope next chapter. I just need to come up with a way for he and Amelia to meet without it being Mary-sue. Sounds like fun. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this third and extremely boring installment of Consumption.

Oh, and I would like to thank everyone for the lovely comments!

Lone Dark Wolf: Thank you, thank you! So wonderful to now I write beautifully! I try extremely hard! Though I'd like to apologize, this chapter will not be as beautifully constructed. I wanted to write a deep AlfonsxOC story, specifically because there hardly is any. Thank you, again!

Jude: Thank you, Judy! You're an awesome cousin, I'm glad I can talk to you.

Annoyed by you: I'm glad the creepiness was acknowledged. Thank you!

The stars caught me in there menacing trance again. Even through it, I could still feel the man's occasional glances in my direction. He was eyeing my clothes, no doubt. Though I should be displaying the same curiosity; his clothes were a style much older than mine, as was his car. The engine turned and growled as we drove slowly along, the gravel crackling as it moved. My hair brushed my face continuously, and each time it brushed my eye lashes, I blinked involuntarily, causing my eyes to water. I raised my hand and gently rubbed my eyes, trying to keep it from getting raw.

Still, I felt the red streaks on my face. My eyes swept the road, and in the distance I could see a sort of brownish yellow, glowing dimly as if pathetically declaring, "I'm Alive!" This filled me with a nostalgic feeling, a sort of patter in my chest. My skin creased as a quiet smile planted itself firmly. I could hear the man take a deep, then release. He took another, than spoke.

"My I ask what you're smiling at, Fraulein?"

I turned to face him. His stubble lined mouth on a fine line, his eyes still frozen on the infinite gravel, ending at the light. I, for some reason, compared this to life. It ends only with death. A small, ignorant played at my face once more.

"I was just remembering things," I responded.

The light was only a whisper in front of us, as was the pang in my heart. It hurt, but felt wonderful at the same time. It reminded me of the feeling I got when the dogs walked away. As we got closer and closer, it began to feel more like the feeling you got before something major happened. This concerned me slightly, considering something large already did happen. I had died, my life ended abruptly, yet I ended up in what I believed was Germany under an ocean of darkness and stars. And now a stubbled, green eyed man sporting glasses was driving me to what I presumed was a city, glowing slightly dimmer than the stars.

The car drove slowly past wide, stubby buildings. All were brick, and none of them shouted their presence like obnoxious skyscrapers, but there presence was still known. They all reminded me of the man, old fashioned and braud.

He pulled the car on the shoulder, beneath a smoldering street lamp.

"I hope its okay to drop you off here," he said apologetically.

I opened the door (this felt so strange, it was nothing like modern cars) and stepped out. I turned to face him.

"Its fine Herr-"

That's when it hit me. I had not the slightest clue to what his name was.

"It's Hughes. Herr Hughes.

"Its fine, Herr Hughes, Thank you."

He nodded. And with that, Herr Hughes left me to contemplate how I got here.

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I apologize, this isn't very good.

I hope you all continue to review and tell your friends about this story.

For all of those who don't know, I usually attempt to add German to this story. Here are the words used so far:

Fraulein= Miss

Herr= Mister

That's pretty much it. Reviews are loved!