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The time on the clock read four in the morning. It was still very dark outside, and Shroudsville was asleep. Alvin sat within the walls of the diner in a rotten-smelling booth on a leather-bound chair.

Alvin yawned and checked the clock periodically. He didn't even want to be at the diner right now. The reason he wished to rush back to the hotel now wasn't because he was tired, but because he really didn't want to meet with her. Bridget was on her way here to explain that letter to him. Alvin wasn't even sure if he wished to know anymore.

All Alvin desired now was to find Brittany. He had seen her just yesterday, but that wasn't enough for him. He wanted to see her more. He wanted to see her all the time.

It had been a few days since Alvin had first puffed out his chest and asked her to hang out again. Alvin and Brittany spent every day together since then. They met at the same time, same place each day. Brittany was usually the one who decided what they would do because she knew the town more than he did. They had gone to eat a few times, searched through the moldy shelves of an old bookstore, watched the clouds slide across the sky, and done many other activities. Alvin enjoyed every second they had spent together, and thinking about those wonderful moments now made time speed by.

"Alvin."

Alvin jumped and turned his eyes towards Bridget. Bridget wove through the scattered tables as she made her way over to him.

"I didn't hear you come in," Alvin said.

"I came in through the back. I didn't want the bells of the front door ringing. Most of the people who live in town are wolves, and they'd definitely hear the sound."

Alvin nodded his head and gestured to the seat across from himself. Bridget slid into the booth. She placed a basket full of fruit on the table. Alvin raised an eyebrow at the wicker container.

Bridget took an apple out of the basket. She said, "It's for the Morta sisters. They're much older and can't hunt very well due to their old age."

Alvin nodded, eyeing the fruit. Bridget offered him an apple, which Alvin took gratefully.

"Actually, you'll most likely visit them soon," Bridget said.

"What makes you think that?" asked Alvin, an eyebrow raised.

Bridget smiled at the question, "Brittany loves the Morta sisters. She helped me pack this basket for them. She hasn't seen them in a few days, so I have no doubt that Brittany will take you over to meet them soon."

Alvin smiled at the mention of Brittany's name. He took a bite of the apple, even happier now knowing that Brittany may have put his apple in the basket. He shrugged, "Well, I guess I don't mind meeting them, if Brittany wants me to get to know them."

"You really care about Brittany, huh?" Bridget questioned, grinning.

Alvin didn't respond. He continued munching on his apple, keeping his gaze on anything but Bridget. Bridget noticed the faint blush on his cheeks, and she smiled.

Bridget said, "Let's get this over with then, so you won't be tired during your date with Brittany."

"It's not a date," Alvin said the words more as if he was trying to convince himself rather than convince Bridget.

"Of course," Bridget agreed, giggling.

After they finished their apples, Alvin suddenly turned very serious. He looked directly into Bridget's eyes, a dark look overtaking his face. Bridget paused for a moment, gripping onto the core of her apple, staring into his fiery orange eyes. This feeling that came over her, was this the power of an Alpha?

Alvin said in a more intense voice, "In your letter, you said that you were purposely making Brittany forget more than she needed to. You've been doing it so much that she's been having lapses in her memory about the smallest things. Why?"

Bridget didn't respond. She was frozen. His glare seemed to permeate her soul and take a hold of it, strangle it, and throw it around effortlessly, beating it down for answers. Bridget couldn't look away.

Alvin growled, "Bridget."

Bridget felt like she was in danger. She was scared. If she were in her wolf form, she would be tucking her tail in between her legs and trying to outrun her adversary.

Alvin's fist slammed down onto the tabletop, causing the basket to rattle. "Bridget!" he snarled.

She snapped out of it. Bridget said as quickly as she could, "It's not fair for Brittany to be forced to forget all of her memories. I never wanted this for her. Brandon said it would be easier to take care of her this way, but I think it'd be better, maybe even easier, if she could remember."

Alvin calmed a bit, but he was still very intense. He gaze did not let up. "So, you're purposely trying to push Brittany's memory over the limit?"

Bridget gave him a meager nod.

Alvin's shoulders dropped. His eyebrows drew together as he quietly said, "Won't it hurt her to remember?"

"But, isn't it worth it for her to remember?"

Alvin laid in the dark for hours. He came back from his meeting with Bridget hours ago, but Alvin couldn't fall asleep after that. His head spin painfully. Thoughts were absent from his mind. He didn't think. He just stared at the ceiling, head aching.

Glancing at the clock, relief and worry rushed through his body simultaneously. It was almost time for him to meet Brittany. He didn't know how he could face her now, knowing the information that he did.

It was no use missing Brittany's and his hang out, though. If he didn't arrive on time, Brittany would come here and retrieve him. That thought motivated him to climb out of bed and ready himself to meet her, no matter how painful it was.

Alvin trudged his way over to where he usually met Brittany. He didn't want to see her, especially with this secret on his soul. She could read him like a book. She'd see it in his face. Upon glancing into his eyes for a single second, Brittany would immediately know that he was keeping a secret from her.

Brittany was snapping in his face. Alvin blinked and gazed at her. He hadn't realized that he was staring off into space. Brittany's face was very close to his as she snapped her fingers to grab his attention. She wore a gray sweater and black pants because of the chilly temperature.

Alvin took hold of her snapping hands and moved them away. His hands lingered for a moment on hers before releasing them.

Brittany smiled at him, "Hi, Alvin."

"Hey," he mumbled.

She frowned, "Are you okay?"

Alvin examined her worried face. He felt guilty for making her concerned. He smiled at her as best as he could, "I'm great."

"Because I'm here, right?" Brittany said smugly.

A real smile slowly conquered his face. He rolled his eyes and said, "I was doing better when you weren't here."

Brittany pouted in a way that made Alvin feel legitimately guilty. He knew that it was only a fake puppy dog expression, but he still felt so bad.

She cast her eyes downward, "I guess I'll leave then."

The girl turned on her heel and began trudging away, but Alvin laughed and took a hold of her arm, dragging her back towards him. He pulled her into an embrace, which she happily accepted.

Alvin held her close, silently breathing in her scent. He said in a pleasant voice, "I'd never mean something like that, Brittany."

Brittany smiled. She felt him smell her hair, and she almost had to stop herself from laughing. Brittany nodded her head, "I know."

Holding her close, Alvin began feeling much better. She had this way about her. It made him feel happier, even when he didn't want to.

They stayed in that position for a while. Alvin's eyes shot open, realizing that this was definitely longer than a normal hug was supposed to last. Alvin awkwardly pulled away from Brittany. He cleared his throat and said, "So, um, what do you want to do today?"

She giggled in response to his awkwardness. Brittany gestured to a basket on the ground. He hadn't even noticed it. Alvin stared at it for a moment before he realized that was the basket Bridget brought to their meeting last night.

"What's with the basket?" Alvin said.

"It's for these old ladies across town. They're really weird, but fun, y'know? They like to tell the future for entertainment. My mom and I made this basket for them last night. My mom was going to take it to them this morning, but she ended up bringing it back because she knows I've been wanting to go visit them for the past few days."

Alvin nodded. That's why Brittany had the basket. But, had Bridget really done this because Brittany wanted to see the old ladies, or had Bridget done this to remind Alvin of their talk last night?

Brittany said, smiling, "The Morta sisters are really nice. You'll like them."

"I hope," Alvin said.

Brittany laughed and began walking forward. She reached back automatically to grab a hold of Alvin's arm and drag him to where she wanted to take him, but her hand grabbed nothing.

She looked back at him. Alvin had taken a step back, purposely avoiding her grabbing hand. Puzzled, Brittany looked at him.

Alvin glanced at her face, turned his eyes downward, then looked back at her face.

Brittany followed his gaze. She saw that his hand was outstretched towards her. Alvin waited expectantly.

Brittany's cheeks heated up. She took hold of his hand, turning her face away from his smug gaze. They began moving towards their destination. Alvin could feel her pulse quickening and her body warming up, and he couldn't help but smile.

The pair walked in comfortable silence for a time. Brittany kept shifting the heavy fruit basket in her hand, continuing to hold his hand tightly with her other hand. Alvin, without a word, took the basket from her. Brittany smiled gratefully.

Brittany, as they neared a sketchy-looking hut made out scraps of rusting metal and decaying wood, looked up at the sky excitedly, "It's supposed to snow a lot tonight." She looked at him, beaming, "It's the first snow of winter."

Alvin followed her gaze, shifting his eyes to the sky, "I don't like snow that much."

"I can understand that, but consider this: why?" Brittany said, raising an eyebrow at him.

Alvin chuckled and said, "It's just cold and wet, and snow is only fun for, like, a day. Snow gets everywhere, especially in shoes, and it's just annoying."

Brittany giggled, shaking her head, "You're like a little kid."

"A kid who hates snow," he added.

She smiled as they reached the abandoned-looking hut. She released Alvin's hand reluctantly, which left Alvin with a strangely cold feeling in his hand. Brittany knocked a few times on the door. They heard a voice call out, "Come in!"

Brittany pushed the door open, and the scent hit Alvin like a brick. The interior of the house was heavily perfumed. Alvin began coughing hard. His eyes watered slightly. Brittany coughed as well, but she tried to keep it to a minimum.

The interior of the house was very colorful. Ribbons hung down from the ceiling, some of them having beads tied to their ends. The walls were covered with paint splatters. In the center of the room, a table, which appeared just about to collapse, was surrounded by mismatched chairs. Random junk (or as Brittany called it "antique art," but Alvin was pretty sure it was strictly trash) covered the floors and was stacked up in the corners. The place made Alvin feel claustrophobic.

"Who's there?" a voice asked from another room.

"It's Brittany Miller," Brittany called back.

Alvin heard shuffling across the wooden floors. The voice responded, "Brittany, darling! We're coming!"

Two women appeared in the doorway from a different room. One wore a large grin on her face. She was clothed in basically every color of the rainbow, and bangles jingled on her wrists. The woman walked with a cane as she moved towards Brittany. The other woman, a lady with a stern face, was dressed in darker, yet still colorful, clothing. She was nearly a head taller than the other woman.

The woman with a cane asked, "Where are you, sweetie?"

"Look right in front of you," Alvin said sarcastically.

The stern-faced woman turned her eyes in his direction, "We're blind, you idiot."

Brittany shot Alvin a look before rushing towards the women, beaming. She grabbed one hand from each of older ladies. She smiled, "I missed you guys."

"You need to visit us more," the woman with a cane said, smiling in the direction of Brittany's voice.

Brittany nodded, agreeing, "I'll come more often, I promise."

"Who's your dumbass friend?" the stern-faced woman interrupted.

"Oh, that's Alvin," Brittany smiled even more, holding back a laugh at the old woman's vulgarity.

The shorter woman nudged Brittany, grinning, "Is he a friend or a suitor?"

Brittany laughed, "Just a friend."

That stung Alvin a little bit.

She looked at Alvin. Brittany gestured to the taller, stern-faced woman, "Alvin, this is Decima." Brittany pointed to the other woman, "And this is Nona."

Alvin waved. The two woman didn't respond. They just looked in his direction. Brittany mouthed to him, "Talk."

Alvin appeared confused before his remembered that they were blind. He pointed at his eyes, trying not laugh. Brittany attempted to not smile in response.

Alvin said, laughing, "Hi."

"Hi!" chirped Nona.

Decima didn't respond.

Brittany turned her gaze back to the women. "My mom wanted me to bring this basket over," she said.

Decima pointed towards where she thought the kitchen was, but instead she ended up gesturing to a wall, "You can put it in the kitchen."

"Your mother is so kind," Nona sighed out, smiling.

Brittany walked out of the room, heading towards the kitchen. Alvin went to follow her, not wanting to be in a room alone with the two elderly women. Nona grabbed a hold of Alvin's arm, an action that Brittany was familiar with doing. Alvin wondered if this is where she learned it.

Nona reached up and began touching Alvin's face. Alvin didn't really appreciate it, but he didn't say anything against the caressing hands. Nona felt his face, "Hm, you're an attractive one, aren't you?"

Suddenly Decima's hands were also on Alvin's face. Alvin clenched his fists, trying not to speak out against it. Decima opened Alvin's mouth and felt his teeth, "A werewolf."

"A Seville werewolf too, if I'm correct," added Nona.

Alvin mumbled, "Brittany's just in the other room." He didn't want her hearing about his werewolf side.

"Oh, she won't be back in here for a bit. She likes to straighten up for us," Nona said.

"Now, what's a Seville werewolf doing so far off of his territory?" Decima asked in a voice that almost made Alvin shiver.

Alvin rolled his eyes in annoyance at the reason and said, "Vampires got a hold of our home, so we're looking for new territory."

Decima appeared to be trying not to laugh, "Your pack lost its territory? The territory that's been running in your family for centuries?"

"Yes."

Decima laughed. Right in his face. Alvin held his fury back.

Nona smiled at Alvin, "That's not so bad. I bet you all will find your new home soon."

"What makes you think that?" asked Alvin.

Nona, in turn, said, "What makes you ask that?"

"We've been searching for years. There's nothing unclaimed for thousands of miles," Alvin said.

Nona smiled, "I think you'll find a new home soon, so don't worry."

Alvin raised an eyebrow.

"We see the future," Nona said in a quiet voice, leaning close to Alvin.

A look of realization crossed Alvin's face, remembering that Brittany mentioned this earlier, even though she had said it was just for fun. He nodded his head.

"Brittany, can we look into your friend's future?" Decima suddenly shouted.

Brittany called back, "Sure!"

Alvin's eyes went wide, and he tried to get out of it. "Brittany," he said, "don't we need to leave soon?"

She responded, "We can stay for a while." Alvin couldn't see her, but he knew she had that smug little smirk on her face.

Nona let out a joyful squeal. She pushed Alvin towards the table, "Sit, sit!"

Alvin obeyed her commands reluctantly. Decima and Nona sat across from him.

"Brittany, sweetheart, make us some tea, why don't you? This is going to take a little bit," said Decima.

"Of course," Brittany said.

"She's such a joy," Nona smiled.

Alvin observed the two women. They didn't move an inch. The sound of a door shutting was heard, and they smiled at him. Alvin noticed their fangs for the first time. Alvin put his walls up. "You're vampires," he said slowly.

"Took you long enough, Sherlock."

He glared at Decima. She simply grinned at him in return, "It's hard to sniff us out when our precious little Brittany is nearby, hm?"

Alvin didn't respond. He turned his fury-filled gaze down towards the table. "Are you two telling the truth about being able to see the future? You Shroudsville townspeople lie a lot for Brittany's sake."

Nona giggled, "We weren't lying. Besides, don't you lie for Brittany's sake as well?"

He went silent.

The two women closed their eyes, seeming to be attempting to focus. The only thought on Alvin's mind was that the faster they finished this, the faster Brittany would come back. He felt entirely uncomfortable and vulnerable without Brittany by his side.

Nothing happened.

"Am I supposed to be doing something?" he asked.

"Shut up, so we can focus," Decima shot at him.

Alvin mumbled, "I hate vampires."

The elderly woman didn't respond to his comment. They shut their eyes tightly, focusing as hard as they could.

Alvin began playing with his hands, trying to recreate the feeling of warmth Brittany's hand had given off earlier, but then a loud pop was heard throughout the room. The eyes of the two women shot open simultaneously. Colored light spilled out from their eyes and danced around the room. A wind passed through the room, spinning around Alvin's hair. Alvin stared at the flying colors in awe. He suddenly felt very bad for Brittany because she wasn't able to see this wonderful sight. He couldn't even imagine how beautiful she would look with these colors swirling around her.

Alvin felt a tug on his hand. He looked towards it and was surprised when he saw Decima gripping it. He couldn't remember her taking a hold of his hand. When he looked over, he saw that Nona was grasping his other hand.

Nona lifted his hand up in front of her face, the light emitting from her eyes reflecting onto his skin. She stared blankly forward and spoke in a breathy voice, "You have a lot of blood on your hands." Her face twisted into one of concern, "There's the blood of someone familiar here."

"Someone close to you," Decima cut in.

Alvin frowned. He shook his head and began pulling his hands back, but their grips were iron. He said, "I wouldn't kill someone I'm close to."

Nona clung to his hand. Alvin jumped. She cried out, "Oh, you monster!"

The colors in the room began spinning.

Alvin's eyes widened in panic. He searched the colors, looking for the door, looking for an exit. It was hard to find it in these swirling colors. He tugged on his hands, trying harder to remove them from the women's grasp.

Decima's hold tightened. She stared forward blankly, "This isn't even your first time murdering someone close to you."

Alvin's throat tightened. He didn't want to remember that.

"You're a monster! You've killed so many! You've left them all alone! Why did you leave them alone? Why did you hurt them? Why did you do it? You monster! You evil, evil monster!" Nona burst into tears.

The colors spun so quickly that they began to blur.

Alvin's head hurt. His heart began aching painfully.

Decima dug her nails into his hands, "You're the monster, not our enemies! We should be fearing you!"

Alvin ripped his hands away.

The colors stopped spinning.

Nona sobbed into her hands. Decima attempted to comfort her, tears in her eyes.

He stared at them. Alvin's eyes were wide. His breathing was rough. His face was wet for some reason. Alvin discovered there were tears on his face. He was crying.

A steamy screech was heard from the kitchen. The trio jumped.

Brittany's sweet voice was heard from the other room, "Tea's almost done!"

Alvin's eyes widened. He whispered, "Brittany."

He was out of there in one second. He ran away as fast as his legs could carry him. Away from the Morta sisters, away from the spinning colors, away from Brittany.

He didn't even know where he was going.

The sunlight beat down on his back painfully, like it was telling him that he didn't belong in the light.

"I won't do it," he whispered, "I won't kill anyone. Don't kill anyone, Alvin."

The sunshine was so painful. He didn't belong in it. It burned his back. It told him to go into the shadows, to go home.

Alvin rushed behind a building. It blocked him from the sunlight. The shadow was cold and comfortable.

Alvin stood there for a while. He breathed hard, exhausted from running. He stared out at the sun-drenched trees. The leaves weren't colorful anymore. They were brown and dying. The wind rushed through the area. It swirled through his hair, reminding him of the strange wind and the spinning colors. Alvin's body shook.

"Alvin."

Alvin jumped back. He felt his teeth sharpen in panic. Staring to his left, he saw her. Brittany stood there, breathing hard. She wasn't standing behind the building. She wasn't there with him in the shadow. Brittany was illuminated by the light. She seemed so bright, so far away.

"You ran away."

Alvin whispered, "I couldn't be in there anymore."

Brittany took a step towards him, a step into the shadow. Alvin took a step back. Brittany frowned.

She slowly placed a tired and weak smile on her face. She gestured to the ground, "Can I sit here and watch the forest?"

Reluctantly, Alvin gave her a small nod.

Brittany sat down on the ground. Alvin imitated her. She observed the last few leaves swaying on the trees. Alvin watched her blankly. He kept a few feet in between them. Brittany didn't utter a word, just simply sat there. Alvin shook lightly.

She continued examining the forest as she asked him quietly, "Did they say something you didn't like?"

Alvin gave her another meager nod, watching her.

"I'm sorry I took you there," she whispered.

He didn't say anything in response.

Brittany's icy blue eyes slowly shifted towards him, "Can I come sit by you?"

Alvin didn't respond. He stared at her plainly.

Brittany began scooting closer to him slowly, as if approaching a bird and trying not to scare it away. She moved away from the light and joined him in the shadows. Alvin noted how out-of-place she looked here.

He didn't move. He allowed her to move close to him.

Brittany reached a hand out to his face. He didn't panic. He didn't react at all. She wiped away his tears. Alvin hadn't noticed that he had been crying again.

"They must've told you some horrible things," she whispered.

He said quietly, "They did."

Brittany sat right next to him, barely leaving any space in between them. It prompted Alvin to calm down a tiny bit. She gently placed a hand on the side of his head and pulled it down onto her shoulder. Alvin rested his head on her shoulder, shutting his eyes. He breathed her scent in deeply. Brittany took a hold of his hand and began rubbing it softly.

Alvin whispered, "You make me weak, Brittany."

Brittany looked at the trees. "How so?" she asked quietly.

He sighed and grabbed some of her hair, bringing it up to his nose and breathing her in. He responded faintly, "I would've done some really bad things. I was going to hurt Nona and Decima. I was going to hurt them so badly. I heard you say that the tea was almost done, and I-I couldn't do it, Britt. I couldn't do anything, knowing you were just behind that door."

She gazed up at the sky and admired the white clouds, "Did you run away because of what they were saying or because of me?"

Alvin glanced up at her face. He watched her long eyelashes blink up at the sky. "You," he said quietly, sounding preoccupied.

"I would've run away too, if our roles had been switched," Brittany said as she rested her head against his.

Alvin didn't have anything to say in response. They sat in a comfortable silence. Brittany admiring the sky, Alvin admiring Brittany's long eyelashes.

He slowly picked his head up, which caused Brittany to lift her head up. They turned their faces towards each other. Their faces were only inches apart. Alvin and Brittany suddenly found each others eyes very interesting. They gazed at each other.

"I really want to kiss you, Brittany," Alvin breathed out.

In return, Brittany gave a small nod. She said quietly, "I want to kiss you too."

Alvin began leaning forward. Brittany placed a hand on his chest, gently stopping him.

"You don't want to kiss me?" he frowned.

Brittany sighed, "I do."

"Then what's stopping us?"

She looked down, frowning, "We've only known each other for a small amount of time…"

"So?" asked Alvin.

Brittany didn't respond. Instead, she stood up. She turned away from him, saying in a small voice, "I need to get home."

The blue-eyed girl moved forward quickly, stepping out of the shadow and into the light. Before she could move any further, Brittany was pulled back. Alvin had taken a hold of her arm, an action Brittany had often done to him. Alvin was halfway in the light, halfway in the shadow.

The girl blinked in confusion as she looked up at him. Alvin had his arms wrapped around her, holding her by her waist. She didn't fight him; Brittany watched him carefully, waiting for an explanation.

Alvin stared sincerely into her icy blue orbs, "Brittany, I feel more strongly about you than I do anything else, and in just a few days of knowing you."

She bit her lip. It was an action that made Alvin's heart go wild.

"Please be mine," he said in a polite voice, which surprised Brittany.

She tilted her head to the side, considering the thought. Alvin watched her patiently. Brittany's lips slowly curved into that wonderful smile that he admired so much. She didn't need to say anything. Alvin's face broke out in a grin.

He kissed her.

Brittany giggled into their kiss. Grabbing onto his collar, she pulled him out of the shadow entirely. They stood there, kissing with the sun shining down on them.

The house groaned because of the forceful winds rushing around outside. Brittany made her way down the stairs slowly and silently. The steps creaked beneath her feet. She stepped carefully, glancing back up the stairs. Once she reached the bottom of the staircase, she looked around.

Remembering that her parents were at a nighttime meeting, Brittany grinned. She didn't need to sneak around downstairs. When her parents were gone, Cyrus was in charge of the house. Cyrus didn't mind Brittany being awake in the middle of the night, as long as she was quiet and didn't wake up their little brothers.

Brittany proceeded towards the grandfather clock. It was hard to see it in the darkness filling the room. She squinted her eyes at the face of the clock. "Only a few hours until morning…" she mumbled.

The swirling winds brought her attention back to the reason she was awake right now. Brittany rushed over to the window. Pushing open the curtains, Brittany grinned at the sight.

Snow covered the ground outside. It came down heavily. The wind pulsed and moved, as if it was alive.

Brittany sat down on the windowsill. She watched the snowfall, eyes lighting up at the view.

"It's like some crazy winter wonderland," Brittany whispered delightfully to herself.

It was difficult to see outside because the moon only appeared in the empty spaces between the clouds. She could still observe the snowfall, but it was murky. The fact that she couldn't see very far gave her small chills. What if someone was watching her from the forest? She knew no one was actually looking at her, but it was always a curious thought that swam around her head when she stared out into the night.

Brittany stayed there for some time. She didn't look at the clock, mostly because she couldn't see it from where she was sitting, but also because at the moment, the outside world was fascinating her so much.

She could tell that she'd spent at least an hour there when she finally stood up. Brittany stretched. The windowsill had left her legs sore.

Brittany grabbed on the edges of the curtains and prepared to shut them, but then she noticed something strange. A light appeared in the distance. It was hard to tell how far away it was, but the light was so small that she judged it was pretty far off. The light flickered, as if trying to send a message to her.

Figuring it was just a signal from one of the people who guarded the town at night, Brittany didn't think anything of it. She looked out into the night, attempting to catch sight of another guard going to check out the signal. It was hard to make anything out with the snow flying everywhere and the moon barely showing itself. Then, Brittany remembered something Cyrus had told her a while back. Cyrus, who was training to be a night guard, said that the guards send out flickering light signals to alert the townspeople that someone was hurt.

Worried, Brittany wondered if maybe the guard was injured. Was he trying to send a distress signal? If he was hurt, he'd need help immediately.

She wasn't allowed outside at night. Brittany considered waking Cyrus up so that he could alert some other guards, but the incessant thought pounded itself against her head.

If he's injured, he needs help immediately.

She decided that her parents could just punish her when she came back with the guard.

Brittany rushed into the kitchen and grabbed the first aid kid. She ran to the backdoor and slipped on her boots. Her snow jacket was not at the door. Brittany and her mother were roughly the same size, so Brittany was almost sure that her mother was using her snow jacket right now.

The blue-eyed girl slipped on multiple sweaters. She also grabbed Cyrus's jacket, for the guard. Brittany wanted to make sure the injured man was warm.

Brittany took one last glance up the stairs as if Cyrus may happen to walk down the stairs at that moment and help her, but he didn't. Sure of herself, Brittany opened the backdoor and sprinted out into the freezing, stormy night.

How did you like this chapter? I really want to know your thoughts.

Haha, I wasn't actually planning on having Bridget explain that stuff to Alvin in this chapter. I also wasn't planning on having Alvin and Brittany kiss for a long time. The moment just felt right, I guess. But, I think I like how it ended up being this early in the story. There's a reason I sped it up.

I can't wait for you guys to see the next chapter!

Also, I'm sorry that you all had to wait a month and a half for this update. I've been really busy lately. Once we reach summer, I'll have a lot more time to write. Until then, this story is going to have periodic updates.

Anyway, tell me about any grammar mistakes or anything else that needs improvement.

Please R&R!