Stan opened his backpack and pulled out a set of clothes and a sword. Alana picked up the clothes and looked at them curiously. They were Stan's role-playing garbs, among them a blue helmet with a red feather. Stan had brought them because he felt the need to.

"These clothes remind me of rangers from before I was sealed away."

"Well, they're supposed to be like that." Stan said, closing his backpack. Alana looked them over for a few more minutes before handing them back to Stan and grabbing his sword.

"Do you know what metal this is made of?" She asked, inspecting the blade.

"No, I got it from an antique shop." Alana gave him an exasperated look, then snapped the blade in half with ease. "Hey!"

"It would not have lasted long Stan. I could have a better sword fashioned for you in no time at all." She walked over and sat next to him. After a few minutes she spoke up. "Tell me, what do you see in that Wendy girl?" Stan looked at her for a moment before scratching his head.

"I-I don't know Alana."

"If that's so, why be with her?"

"She's desperate Alana. She gets jealous when I hang around other girls cause she thinks they're trying to steal me away from her." Alana laughed at this statement.

"I'm getting the feeling you may not really love each other."

"You may be right. I've stopped throwing up on her whenever she tries to kiss me." Alana looked at him for a moment, then burst into hysterics.

"You threw up on her!?"

"Ok Alana, I get it." Despite this attempt, she did not stop laughing. Stan just prayed for something to stop the laughter.

"Alana!" Maria walked into the room, immediately halting her sister's laughter.

"Hmm?"

"Is this yours?" Maria dragged Heidi into the room. The thrall stared blankly as usual. "Because I found it outside the castle."

"Huh, I knew she would follow eventually." Alana got up and walked to the two girls. She whispered something into Heidi's ear. After a moment the thrall turned and walked down a hallway. Alana turned only to find Stan gone. "Where'd he go?"

"I think he went outside." Alana sighed and turned to walk away.

XXXXXX

Stan wandered the lost forest. Examining the place from a different perspective. Alana had given him a vial of her blood last night, so he could return to the castle if he needed to. He held a dagger in his hand as he picked up a strange flower. He had to be outside of the enchantment. A small noise caught his attention. He dropped the flower and held the dagger ready.

"Hello?" He saw some foliage move, and a familiar figure stepped out, causing Stan to relax his hand. "Wendy?"

"Stan!" The girl made her way over to him. "I've been looking all over for you!"

"What are you doing here?"

"Trying to find you! That girl you were with is dangerous!"

"What do you mean?"

"I have a feeling she's going to really hurt you. You have to come home!"

"How did you know I was here?" Stan asked, suspicious.

"I-I just had a feeling I'd find you here. Did that girl hurt you?"

"No Wendy, she wouldn't hurt me."

"You don't know that! You have to understand that she's dangerous!"

"Wendy, tell me what you're going on about or I'm walking away."

"I shouldn't have to! Why can't you be trusting enough to listen to me!?"

"Because everything you're saying sounds suspicious!" Stan snapped. Wendy gave him a look of pity and reached out.

"Stan…" Before she could even lay her hand on his shoulder, a black mist slammed her into a tree. The mist dissipated to reveal a familiar vampire pinning Wendy by her throat.

"Alana!"

"You will not touch him!" Alana hissed. Wendy grappled at the vampire's hands with no luck.

"Alana what the hell!?"

"She's lying to you Stan! Everything she told you is a lie!"

"Stan! Make her let go of me!" Wendy gasped.

"You can fight back and you know it Wendy!" Alana hissed. "You just choose not to so you can protect your little secret!"

"Stan! She's crazy! Just listen to me!"

"Don't listen to her Stan!" The vampire looked him in the eye with a sense of pleading. "Stan, Wendy is a werewolf!"