Louis was absent mindedly watching a National Geographic program on the ocean when he heard a loud thud from upstairs. He looked up at the ceiling, cursing under his breath as he dashed up the stairs to check on Lily. She was tangled in the blankets, a white heap on the wooden floor. Louis bit his lip to keep himself from laughing as he asked "Are you alright?" Lily looked up at him exasperatedly.

"I was trying to get to the bathroom and my legs didn't agree" she explained. Louis bent down, untangling her long limbs from the linens carefully. She was like a newborn fawn who couldn't manage her legs yet.

"Let me help you" he offered. His green eyes seemed to penetrate her soft amber ones. She nodded slowly. He slid his arms under her, picking her up gingerly. Lily made a small squeaking sound, and Louis laughed. Her face turned bright red and she hid against his strong shoulder. She noticed how good he smelled, and how soft his hair was against her cheek. Who was this man? All too soon, Louis was setting her down in a beautiful black and white tiled bathroom.

"Do I need to…help you, or can you manage?" he asked awkwardly. Blushing again, Lily supported herself against the wall.

"I think I can manage. I'll call if I need help" she murmured. Louis nodded, and shut the door behind him. Lily looked at herself in the ornate mirror in the moonlight. Her skin was so pale, it almost glowed. Her long black hair fell almost to her waist in soft waves, surrounding her frail form. She put her hands to her face, pulling at the skin of her cheeks as she stuck out her tongue. "You're a gangly little waif, aren't you?" she thought to herself, looking at the long white nightgown encasing her slender body. She quickly finished her business, remembering Louis was waiting to take her back to bed. She splashed water on her face after washing her hands and carefully tried to walk back to the door. Using a wall as a prop, she managed to get to the heavy door. She put a hand on the faceted crystal knob and tried to turn it, but the door wouldn't budge.

"Louis?" she called, unsure. The door opened with a groan. "I'm sorry, the doors get stuck sometimes. They swell from the humidity. Can you walk?" he apologized. Lily nodded, "I just need a little help please". Louis smiled, offering his arm. "Not a problem, mademoiselle". She took it, looking down at the floor so he wouldn't see her flushed face. Why did she keep acting so foolishly around him? He was handsome, yes, but probably crazy. He slowly led her back to bed and picked up the bedding for her.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, brushing the hair out of his eyes. As if in response, Lily's stomach growled. Louis laughed, "I'll take that as a yes. What do you like?" Lily thought for a moment. "If you have any eggs and toast, I'd like that please" she said softly. Louis nodded. "That I do have. I'll go make it. Be back soon, try not to fall out of bed again" he teased.

Lily looked up at the patterned ceiling and the crystal chandelier in awe, wondering who had lived here before Louis. It was so beautiful from what little she had seen. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" a cold voice asked, full of laughter. Lily jumped, staring at the shadows on the far side of the room. A man with blonde hair stepped into the light, an inhuman grin on his face. "Has Louis found himself another pet?"