Here it is. Thank you for reviews. They made me brave enough to post. So prepare yourself for a couple of shocks, and also READ CARNIVAL. It is A-MAZ-ING like the Maze Runner. :-)

Teague's POV

Teague stopped outside the door and listened. Mina's breathing gradually evened out. He went back inside and watched her for a little while, breathing. In. Out. In. Out. Jared then had to ruin the moment by pondering, "Would you be upset if she stopped breathing altogether?"

Teague felt quite drained. He wasn't really in the mood for arguing with Jared and denying that Mina was important to him.

"Yeah, actually, I would. If she died I would never find the knife."

"The knife AGAIN? Give it up already – it's getting old."

"It's extremely important. When I got stabbed with it, it increased more power AND made me an eternal optimist. Imagine what would happen if I got stabbed again."

"You're hopeless. I despair of you, Teague."

"And there we were having a nice little heart to heart."

There was an armchair by a fireplace in Teague's room. He sat down and lit a fire with his magic. It took a little longer than usual. It was most worrying. Teague was finding it harder and harder to draw on his powers.

He found the tub that fixed Mina's leg and stared at it. Suddenly he noticed something written on it.

IN CASE OF MUGGLES, MAY CAUSE MEMORY LOSS, FEVERS, SEVERE NAUSEA, AND/OR DEATH. ;-)

Shoot. She possibly wouldn't remember any of this. And he had done such a good job! Then again, that's what he should have expected for listening to Voldemort. Even if Voldemort was Teague's godfather.

Jared corrupted the silence by saying, "You know, before nerdboy killed Voldemort, they called Lord V the Dark Lord. We should try that. The Dark Prince. It sounds kind of mysterious."

"You're such a nitwit. They already call us that. And it doesn't sound mysterious, it sounds overused!"

Teague got up and looked at Mina. She was breathing heavily. Sweat beaded her forehead. Teague went into the en suite bathroom and wet a flannel. He gently wiped her forehead with it, but she was burning so hot that it quickly lost all it moisture. She murmured, "But I think I love him."

Teague inhaled sharply. Mina opened her eyes and looked at him.

"Nan, I think I love him."

Mina thought he was Nan? Wasn't she supposed to be in Belle character?

He replied hesitantly, "Who? Who do you love?"

"I – it's – well, he's – it's not Brody. Brody just uses me. He wasn't interested in me before I got cursed. And when he finally paid attention to me he kept forgetting. I just can't be with him."

"But don't you love him?"

"I think – I'm in love with -"

"Jared, Jared, Jared!" chanted Jared silently.

"T-"

Mina started coughing. Blood poured out of her mouth and she retched. Teague supported her with his arm and rubbed her back. She blinked at him.

"W – Wilhelm? What are you doing here?"

"Ssh, ssh. Go back to sleep."

Her eyelids drooped and she sank into the bed. A moment later she was sound asleep.

Teague decided that he had better stay with her. Just in case. Something might happen. He licked a clean handkerchief and wiped the blood away from the edge of her mouth with it.

"Look, there's blood on her lips. You gonna clean that off with your tongue too?"

"You disgust me."

Teague kept his arm around her, and fell asleep that way.

Mina's POV

Mina woke up with an unfamiliar, masculine arm draped around her. She pushed it off. Teague let out a loud snore. He was sucking his thumb. Mina smiled at him before realising that, (a) she had slept with someone else, (b) it was the Beastie Boy! and (c) they were in his room.

Had something happened last night that she had forgotten?

Her leg was a bit sore and she didn't know why. Sighing, she picked up a pillow and whacked Teague on the head with it.

Grunt. Snore. He rolled over and went back to sleep.

She went into his closet and found a large variety of strange objects, including musical instruments, women's high heels, and – never mind.

She started off by banging a drum as loudly as she could. Nothing. Then she broke a guitar over his head. Zilch. She tapped the high heels on his forehead. He swatted at her and buried his head beneath a pillow.

Exhausted, she whispered, "Wake up," in his ear. He jumped about five feet in the air and screamed "HOLY MOTHER OF – oh, it's you."

Flattering.

"Why am I in here in your bedroom? What happened last night?"

Mina had forgotten all of the events of last night and Teague was unable to answer. He erased her memory and made her think that she had offered to cook breakfast for him.

"I asked, what happened last night?"

Mina was a Grimm; her blood protected her from the erasing of her memory. Only the Fates themselves would have been able to manipulate her mind. And Voldemort. But that was it.

"Oh, well…I…em…you see, your leg was sore, so you came into me and I said I would have a look at it…and…em…that was about 10 minutes ago…and…it was a rough day yesterday so we were both…em…really tired…so…go back to bed!"

And with that he buried himself under the covers and went back to sleep.

Mina was disgusted. She went downstairs and decided to make breakfast. She had learned to cook in the village school and was surprisingly good at it. It was going to be all, of course, vegetarian.

She heard a knock at the door, and presuming that Teague was asleep, she went to the door to answer it. She opened it and her face paled. Bile rose in her throat. For there stood…

Teague's POV

Teague tried to sleep after she left but it was no use; her scent was everywhere. Sighing, he got up, washed, and got dressed. He took unusual care with his clothes. He put on a dark grey v-neck jumper, a white shirt, black jodhpurs, and long black boots. He had plans for that day.

He went downstairs, preparing himself to make breakfast when he heard a commotion at the front door.

He rushed out, preparing to attack, and stopped dead. For there Mina stood conversing angrily with a tall boy with blonde hair and blue eyes.

"P – Preston?" Mina gasped. Her legs trembled and she fell on her back.

Preston strode inside aggressively, and looked around with a sneering expression on his face. Then he caught sight of Teague. His expression turned to one of disbelief.

"This is who you left me for?" he asked. "This – this – maniac? He's a secluded psychopath! Belle, you can do better than this!"

Tears of fear streamed down Mina's face. That girl sure did cry a lot. Then again, she had lots to cry about.

"He – he's not. He's fine. He's real. He's nicer than you. Leave me alone!"

"You'd better come back with me – or I'll…"

"Just go. Please, just go."

"I'll be back. With company." And with that he marched out, angrily, leaving a threat hanging over Mina's head.

Mina broke down in sobs. Teague walked over to her and crouched down. He started to speak, but she cut him off.

"Stop. Just stop. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be in this predicament."

A strange sense of déja vu washed over him and he vaguely remembered a forest and a river.

Mina ran up to her bedroom, crying, and Teague tried to get over the shock he felt.

For standing at the door had been Brody Carmichael.