Lizzie was in a dream or at least it felt like one, as she stared at his cold face that betrayed no emotion, as he looked down at her. She wanted to comfort him, and didn't know how.

She wished she could read his mind and or at least have some sort of clue of what he wanted from her. That's when an idea struck Lizzie, what was one thing that seemed to cause some sort of reaction from him.

Singing, was the word that crossed her mind, so before she could even realize she was doing it, she began to sing in her husky yet sweet voice.

"Your touch, your ways," Lizzie began to sing, and watched as, Will flinched as she began.

"Leave me dumb without reason,"
"Your love, my cage,"
"My prison so pleasing,"
"I spend my days,"
"Tangled in thoughts of you,"
"Stuck in this place,"
"Resigned to be your fool,"

"I thirst no longer,"
"Drenching my soul,"
"Pour out like water,"
"You're my only infatuation,"
"Don't leave my stranded in my obsession,"
"My purpose, my possession,"
"Live and die in my obsession,"
"My obsession."
she finished, watching his face.

"I could never be that." he told her in a whisper. "It would be better if you left now." Will said, but he still didn't let go of her waist.

"Aren't you going to tell me how you got the curse?" Lizzie asked, wanting to know who or what made him this way.

He looked down at her and actually smiled, "Tonight, we'll going flying and I'll tell when we're far away from the house. The walls have ears you know." he said looking at a dark corner purposely, from where Will's sensitive ears and smell had caught a silent gasp and the slight sent of lime.

"Okay, I'll meet you, tonight." Lizzie agreed and then added, "I probably should go." she said hoping he would get the hint, but he didn't seem to so finally said, "You're going to have to let go of my waist."

Will looked her in the eyes as she said this and felt something close to smoldering inside of him, and so picked her up off the ground, and pressed his lips roughly against hers.

Lizzie was surprised when she was suddenly lifted up and felt, Will kiss her hungrily and she knew how close his fangs came to injecting poison into her system, and so pulled away, and said in a teasing tone, "I would like to keep my memories for now."

Will, dropped Lizzie as if he had been electrocuted, and frowned. "Elizabeth, I am so sorry. I-I don't know what came over Me." he apologized, while managing to look extremely frustrated.

Lizzie looked at him from the ground surprised and slightly amused. "I'll go now." Lizzie replied as she picked herself up from her fallen position on the floor, and walked out of the room.

"Uh," Will groaned, knowing she probably hated him now for not controlling himself, but there was bigger things to worry about, like Lizzie's lime smelling shadow. "You can come out now." he said coldly, one more person to find out what he was.

A tall thin girl came out of the shadows, her plain face filled with fear. "I-I h-had n-no I-idea." she trembled.

Will watched her face for a moment, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a flash of something being hidden behind her back. "Give it here!" he ordered, walking over to her and stuck out his hand, feeling very much like a teacher catching student doing something wrong.

Charlotte shoved something hard and square into his hands and ran out of the room. Will debated on chasing after her or checking out the object in his hands. Long story short, curiosity won over.

It was a black camera a very new, very expensive, camera, one that only a very rich, powerful woman or man could manage to buy, a person that was most definitely not Charlotte.

Will, thought about this, as he looked through the pictures, Lizzie was in every one of them, it was so bad Charlotte managed to get a picture of her sleeping.

Will continued to search through and noticed there were also a few Lizzie and himself together, and the last few were of him with Lizzie in his arms reaching down to bite her neck, and then her came upon the final photo it was him kissing Lizzie.

The camera was so hi tech that it had caught the hungry look in green eyes, and then he noticed the intense way she pressed her lips to his, the way she clutched at him, as if he was all that matter, it was intoxicating for Will to look at.

The photo gave him one thing he was certain would never ever happen to him, the light airy feeling of the burning emotion called hope, but he remembered she was not a blue-blood, and could not break the curse, and the light airy feeling turned to a bitterness that made Will look and feel almost evil.

--

Lizzie placed a hand against her pounding heart as she leaned against the large oak door, the only thing separating her from the rest of the world…and Will.

She groaned and slid down until she was sitting on the rug, as she thought of his darkly angelic face, the intense, intoxicating way he kissed her, and then reality set in.

He was prone to unexplainable mood swings, he was loving and then he was angry, he wanted her near-no he wanted her faraway, but that was the only thing that bothered her, the whole "Cursed" part didn't bother Lizzie at all, she could handle that, if anything it was more interesting, than if he had been just a regular super gorgeous millionaire.

Lizzie twirled her auburn hair around her finger, and stared at it as she thought about Will. She finally came to the conclusion that she would evaluate her feelings after she heard the whole story, maybe it would clear up the way he felt about her, and the way she felt about him.

Lizzie suddenly felt tired, so extremely tired she barely made it over to her bed, she rolled over with sigh, and looked at Charlotte's bed expecting to see the girl's figure, but there was no figure in the bed.

She probably had to go to the restroom. Lizzie thought with a loud yawn as she shut her eyes and fell asleep.

--

Charlotte ran down the steps, stumbling and breathing heavily as she ran. She had to let Catherine know that Will Darcy was a monster and he needed to be sent to the zoo or area 51, or somewhere, where he would be locked up.

Charlotte thought she was going to collapse, these kinds of things didn't happen in real life, this wasn't freaking "Beauty and the Beast" for crying out loud.

Charlotte finally came to Catherine's room, and began to bang on the door like a mad woman…and it was very possible that was what she was.

The door was thrown open to reveal, a very scary looking Catherine, there was white gunk on her face, her hair had pink rollers in them, and her skin resembled a dinosaurs rather than human. "What is it!" she demanded angrily, interrupting Charlotte's assessment.

"W-Will's a-a-"

"A WHAT!" Catherine yelled, ignoring the other girl's stares as they looked at Charlotte and Catherine.

"H-he's a-a MONSTER!" Charlotte wailed, tears streaming down her cheeks. "He stole the camera with all the pictures of Lizzie and himself on it." she continued to cry.

"Charlotte," Catherine said in a falsely comforting tone, as she finally took note of the other girl's stares and whispers. "I think you better come into my rooms." she said taking Charlotte by the arm and dragging her into the heavily furnished room.

Catherine carried the girl over to the bed and pressed down on her shoulders until she was sitting on the bed.

"No!" Charlotte wailed, "You need to do something about him, he's a monster!" she moaned.

Catherine ignored the girl's cries, as she got down on her knees and reached under the bed to pull out a long black box with golden clasps.

She then placed the box on the bed beside of Charlotte and opened with a click. Catherine reached in, and pulled out a long syringe filled a weird green looking liquid. "Now, Charlotte dear, this will only hurt a little." she said menacingly.

Charlotte looked in fear, as the long needle glinted in the light. "No!" she yelped, weakly, as Catherine place a hand on her arm, she tried to jerk away, but suddenly felt sleepy oh-so-very sleepy, and then there was a slight sting, and Charlotte fell into a suffocating blackness.

--

Lizzie waited until the sun went down before walking up to the third floor. She felt weak-kneed and helpless, as she made her way up the stairs, it wasn't fear, but it wasn't excitement either, it was somewhere in between, it was a tight feeling that had placed itself in her stomach.

It was a physical, but also emotional pain, it was strange and frightening. Lizzie felt if she saw Will and he didn't respond in a certain way, a hole in her heart would appear, but if she didn't go, she would explode into a million pieces.

Lizzie finally made it the third floor without exploding. "Hey." she called out to the inky black hallway, praying he was waiting for her.

"Hello, Elizabeth." he responded and Lizzie saw his figure move in the darkness. "I'm surprised you haven't run away." Will commented bitterly, as he walked over to her.

Lizzie felt her face turn red and anger well up in her chest, what was his problem what gave him the right to act like a bratty little kid? It was very infuriating.

"Would you grow up?" Lizzie said sharply, and immediately blushed after she realized the words that had came out of her mouth, but continued anyway, "do you really think I care that you're cursed? Because I'll tell you it doesn't bother me, I wouldn't care if you were a giant glittery whale." she told him heatedly, as she threw her hands up in the air.

Will looked at Lizzie in shock, he could break her neck, without a second thought, if she angered him, surely she knew that, and yet she was yelling as if was nothing more than a spoiled child.

They were both silent, both staring at each other's shadows. That's when a sound cut through the darkness and the silence, a sound Lizzie had never heard in Will's presence, it was the ringing sound of laughter.

It was a beautiful sound, it made Lizzie's heart jump, it was surprising and pleasant, and it was the last thing she expected from him.

"A-a glittery whale?" he asked through his laughter.

That's when Lizzie began to laugh as well, she laughed until tears were streaming down her cheeks. "It's all I had." she informed him, when she had finally gotten her laughter under control.

She looked at him in the darkness, his bright grin making everything seeming brighter; it was like the moon adding a little light amidst all the darkness.

"What are you thinking about?' he asked after a moment of watching her stare past him, caught up in her thoughts.

"Y-you," she admitted feeling extremely stupid, "it's your grin, it made the darkness seem brighter somehow, it's enchanting…" Lizzie dropped off.

Will gave another spurt of laughter, while flashing a grin. "What are talking about?" he asked quizzically.

"Your grin, it's like the moon adding a little light to the darkness." she told him, feeling exceedingly big idiot. "Just forget it." she said with a sigh, at the sight of a quizzical look on his face.

"No," Will began, "I understand what you're saying, I just think your losing your mind." he finished playfully.

"This is coming from the vampire with angel wings?" Lizzie asked sarcastically with a raise of her eyebrows.

"Touché." he replied. "So are we going flying, so I can tell you how I became, a cursed vampire with angel wings?" Will asked.

"Of course," Lizzie replied. "I didn't come up here to stare at your pretty face."

Will grimaced at the thought of her still thinking he was beautiful, even after seeing him for what he truly was.

--

"Here, we are." Will said softly, as they landed in what appeared to be a fruit orchard.

"Hmm, so you grow fruit." Lizzie commented as she looked around at all the trees, trying to figure out what sort of fruit they grew.

Will didn't answer he was too busy wondering how in the world he was going to even begin to explain what had happened to him, it was still hazy.

"Are you going to tell me how you became a vampire with angel wings?" Lizzie asked, wishing he would put her down.

"Of course, I didn't bring you here to stare at my gorgeous face." he said stealing her line, while putting her down softly. "Let's go over here." he said walking over to a tree and sitting down.

Lizzie followed watching him in the moonlight, wishing she knew what went on his head, and why he was deep one minute and teasing the next, and the reason he seemed to want her near.

He was silent as he watched her come over to where he was sitting with his back against the tree, she was so different than what he had expected from his first glimpse of her, and that was what made her so very interesting.

Lizzie placed herself beside of Will and leaned her against the tree's rough bark, and listened as the warm breeze whistled through the air. She waited for him to begin speaking, so she would finally know why he was the way he was and maybe even learn what she could do to help.

"It started out on a day like any other," Will began a deep look in his eyes, "I was home alone, Georgiana was out with some friends, my housekeeper had went into town for groceries. I sat in my office looking over a contract, when I suddenly felt so very weak, so much in fact I couldn't move my hand. I could only watch as a person in a long black cloak with the hood thrown over their face came in, the man or woman, had a long syringe in his or her hand, the only thing I remember was it held a strange green liquid…" he dropped off, remembering that day as clearly as any other.

"So what happened?" Lizzie asked curiously, as she watched a painful look come over his face as he began to speak.

"The figure stuck the syringe in my arm and I blacked out. I'm still not sure how long I was out, but during that time I felt like someone had taken torch to my body and burned it until I was nothing but charred remains. When I finally became conscious I was laying on my bed, the figure watching me," Will took a breath before continuing, "the figure told me it had cursed me, I was now a vampire and a angel. I would be forced to spend my days in darkness, and my nights pining for a woman's touch-"

"Is there anyway to break the curse?" Lizzie interrupted.

"Yes," Will admitted, with a sigh, "a blue-blooded Woman must fall in love with me, and I'll be set free." he placed his face into his hands, feeling complete and utter despair.

"Will, I am so sorry." Lizzie whispered placing a hand on his shoulder, feeling completely helpless.

He turned sideways so he could look at her. Will took in every curve and groove, the sad look in her misty gray eyes, the her thin fingers with the uneven nails on his shoulder, the long silver hoop earrings that moved back and forth in the warm breeze.

Will stared until he couldn't stare anymore, and then reached over and grabbed her hand and in one quick motion pulled her until she was sitting in his lap wrapped in his arms.

Lizzie looked up into his face surprised; he had quicker reflexes than she had thought. "Your fast." she told him. "So, what are you going to do about finding a blue-blood?"

"I don't know," he admitted with a shrug. "It's going to be a problem because I'm already in love with someone who is not a blue-blood." Will, said watching Lizzie's face for a reaction.

"Hmm, is it one of the girls that are on the reality TV show?" Lizzie asked.

"Yes, though I'm still trying to figure out why she's here."

"So, what color is her hair?" Lizzie asked curiously.

"Does it matter?" he asked liking the jealousy in her eyes, though it was surprising she thought it was someone else when she was the one in his lap.

"Yes." was her quick reply.

"Well, it's a red color that reminds me of a flaming ball fire."

"Is it Caroline?" Lizzie questioned.

"No." he said giving her a look like are you a moron.

"Okay…um…I have no idea." she told him.

"I'll give you a hint," he said, "she absolutely cannot sit still, and she had grey eyes that sometimes of smoke and other times of mist, she can be quirky-"

"Alright, I get the idea." Lizzie said biting her lip thoughtfully; he couldn't be talking about her, could he? "Just tell me who it is."

"Oh, I don't know I am having fun, watching you figure it out." he whispered playfully, as he ruffled her hair, she shot him an angry look. "Alright, I tell you the first letter of her name, It's a E." Will said liking the surprised look on her face.

"Oh-no." she scrambled to get out of his arms. "I would never ever do that to you." Lizzie told him, finally managing to get out of his arms.

"What are you talking about?" he asked letting her out of is grasp, while wondering what was up with her weird reaction and if it had anything to do with his curse.

"Look, Will, you need to just forget about me. I can't let you throw away a chance to be human," Lizzie informed him, "that would be too wrong for me to bear." she whispered, placing her face on her knees.

"Elizabeth, for one minute forget what would be best for me and what you feel." he told her seriously, knowing he was placing his heart and humanity on the line, but he really couldn't care less, he then began to stroke the back of her hair.

"I-I'm just not sure." Lizzie said uncertainly as she looked up at Will stroking her hair, "I'm twenty years old, I've never been in love…" she dropped off

"I understand." he said kindly, as he removed his hand from her hair. "I think it's time we got back." Will told her distantly, as he thought about what she had said.

Lizzie didn't want to leave on this note. She wanted to scream that she loved him, that she would give up everything just to be with him, but the thought of Will giving up his humanity simply because she born a noble, made her hurt worse than if she knew she would never see him again.

So instead followed him out from under the tree and out into the open, where they flew away, both focused on their thoughts.

Um…I really don't know what to say, okay another chapter and now you know how Will became a vampire with angels wings, and maybe you know who did it, and what their reasoning was, let me know.