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He watched her the whole flight. She eventually fell silent, then shortly after, her skin fell colder than his own.

"Scath, she's not breathing." But there wasn't anything the dragon could do.

"Do whatever you can to try and wake her, Master Aiden. We are almost at our destination." But what could he do? In a moment of panic, he bent down and places his lips against her neck, forcing his fangs into her jugular. He injected her with the venom used to turn humans into vampires, but would it have the same effect on faeries?

"Wake up, Marcelle. Please." It took a few too long minutes, but eventually, she moved slightly, coughing. "Marcelle?" But she didn't respond.

"Vampire venom doesn't have the same effect, I am afraid. While it keeps death at bay for a few minutes, it will not stop it from coming. Luckily, we have arrived."

The beast dropped through the sky, not even bothering to land as the three entered into the faery ring. Just as before, the scenery around them melted into another. Within moments, the three were at the castle, running through the castle doors and to the nearest comfortable place to set the girl down. The color was draining from her yet again, and her breathing was suddenly gone.

"What are you going to do?" Aiden looked to Scath for guidance, but suddenly was mesmerized by what he was doing. Ripping the object from her chest caused her blood to flow, pooling around her quickly. Within moments, both of the men were drenched in the red liquid. But instead of letting her bleed out, the dragon moved a hand to his own chest, forcing a scaled claw through the skin.

. . .

The world around her was black. There was absolutely nothing for a long while, and so, she walked. She was dead, and she knew it. But strangely, the fae was alright with that realization. But would the girl be wandering a black abyss for the rest of eternity?

The darkness faded though, a familiar world springing about her. She knew everyone there, all the fae who had been killed in the slaughter. They all greeted her with sad smiles, and finally, her own parents and siblings stood before her.

"My little girl." Her father said, wrapping his arms around the redhead.

"Hello, father. Hello, mother." They didn't say anything for a long while, just embraced each other. But soon, the group pulled away, her mother looking down at her with a warm smile.

"I've missed you, Marcelle." She smiled and nodded at the woman. Oh, how she missed her family. "Follow us." She did as she was told, wandering into the castle that held so many memories. But instead of a happy scene, it was one of dread.

"Aiden? Scath?" She whispered, stopping as her gaze fell upon the two. The vampire's face was wet, panic and dread filling his handsome features. And Scath was forcing something into the bloody chest of the girl laying on the couch. "What are they doing here?" She looked to her father for answers, but she didn't need an answer. She was a ghost. And they were alive. And there, in a bloody heap, was her. In that moment, she was glad she wasn't alive. Her body was torn to shreds, scratches, bites, blood, and bruises filling every inch of her. "Stop! Leave me alone!" Marcelle shouted, lunging at the two. But she fell through them.

"You need to go back, my dear." Her father whispered.

"Why? Why can't I stay here? Where I belong!" The king and queen smiled at each other, finally shaking their heads at the princess.

"Look at the vampire. Do you not see the pain, the love he has for you?" Celle turned to look at him, and she finally noticed. "You're the last of our kind, Marcelle. Live on for us." With a heavy heart, the girl turned and hugged them both, nodding.

"I hope to see you again one day." The last thing she saw was the smiling faces of her parents before returning to her own body.

. . .

She shot up with a gasp, coughing heavily. A pair of arms flew around her, hugging her tightly. She remembered all the bruises and cuts and everything else that littered her body and winced loudly. Aiden pulled away, laughing nervously.

"I'm sorry. I just... I can't believe it. You're here. You're alive." Marcelle looked around the castle, gaze falling to where she remembered her parents last stood. A soft smile turned up on her lips as she turned back to the prince. Throwing her arms around his neck, she placed her lips upon his, holding on tightly. He seemed shocked, taking a few moments to finally react. Arms snaked around the petite frame as he lifted her, spinning the fae around once before the two finally broke apart.

"I love you." She whispered, resulting in a goofy smile from him.

"And I you."

Marcelle leaned against Aiden as she looked at Scath, who was looking away uncomfortably.

"Thank you, Scath." His eyes finally met her own, and he bowed low, a wide smile on his face as he finally stood.

"My work is not done, yet." Taking a step towards the girl, his hands began moving, lips whispering something inaudibly. "This will hurt, princess." A searing pain suddenly happened upon her back. She let out a shriek, holding onto Aiden for support, digging her fingers around his collar. But as quickly as it started, it was over. And the fluttering feeling on her back caused her to look over her shoulder at the velvety creations sitting delicately on her skin. While they seemed to be the same as her own wings, iridescent scales adorned these, traveling down to his skin and covering a small area on her back.

"Scath. They're beautiful."

"These ones are more durable, princess. The scales make them harder to pull from your skin, and harder to penetrate." She moved them slightly, together, then apart, then let them relax.

"Thank you." He bowed once more before turning and exiting the room, leaving only the prince and princess. They said nothing for a long time, just rested in each other's arms. But finally, Aiden pulled away from her, the smile on his face warming her heart.

"You should get some rest. Let those wounds heal." She gave a soft nod, looking out one of the large windows. The sky was beginning to change colors, signaling the start of sunrise.

"Outside. I love the morning sun."

"Then let me carry you there." Lifting the girl easily into his arms, the two made their way out to the large gardens nestled behind the castle. She'd be able to recover there, all while having him next to her. "I'll never let anything happen to you again, Marcelle." He whispered, squeezing her slightly.

"And I will never leave your side."