Fiona was having a wonderful time. Yes, she was in a house full of bloodthirsty killers that could take her head without even thinking twice, but it was fun. And they were all so, nice. She found herself starting to actually like all of them. Which was a bonus, since she and Umhala would be working for them for a long time. Also, she got to meet a genuine harpy! And not just one, she meet three of them! Gwen, Kaia, and Taliyah. She liked them. They were spunky and full of life. And Sabin was right, their wings folded in and out through slits and their nails elongated to make claws. Keeping in mind their wing demand, she made a notation in her notebook to incorporate slits so their wings could come and go as they please. Then she got to officially meet a genuine angel and demon. Legion was not what she had in mind when the word demon was used, but oddly enough, she pulled it off.

After her little "Fairy Story," they had wanted to hear more. So, she sang "The Scotsman," and "The Chandler Shop." Olivia soon started to catch on to the subtext of the songs Fiona had been singing and laughed so hard, it made her sides hurt. Then, Anya started to sing some bawdy songs Fiona had never heard before. She didn't have a bad singing voice, but it wasn't quite on pitch regardless of how she sang the song.s Eventually, the guys got involved in the singing a tune that reminded Fiona of "Roll Your Leg Over." It was fun having all the big, evil, scary killers in a merry mood. Well, all but Gideon, but he was just mad that he had to wear something from the one incest he hated most, Scarlet had explained.

Fiona was halfway through "The Cuckoo's Nest," when she realized she had gone through the whole room. So, she just started dancing as she sang. "Thank you, thank you. I'll be here all week," Fiona bowed to her audience. "Remember to tip your waitress and I take scotch as payment," Fiona smiled at everyone. "But no, seriously," she sobered. "If you're hiding Cinderella, now would be a good time to bring her out."

"That's the perfect name for Torin," Anya laughed. "Did you hear that Cindy?" the goddess asked as she looked up to the ceiling. Silence greeted Anya's question. "Cinder-el-la," Anya yelled, and again there was silence.

Who in the world are you talking to? Foina questioned the goddess as she watched her features change from playful to feirce.

"Torin, I know you're there. Answer me!"

"Yes, goddess?" a male tenor teased form all around Fiona. A voice so captivating it caused her heartbeat to quicken and her skin to tingle.

"What do you think of your new name?"

"I refuse to answer to it," the male said matter-of-factly.

Gods, who is that? Fiona asked herself as she looked the room over. She knew most of their names, and not one of them had possessed a voice like that. It was like honey poured over satin, laced with nightshade. Sweet and sultry while intoxicating all at the same time.

"But it's perfect," Anya insisted.

"Not going to happen," the voice said as it sent shivers through Fiona's body settling in her core.

"Flowers," Anya whined to Lucian.

Lucian shrugged. "I cannot blame him for not wanting to answer to that one."

"But it's perfect."

"Who, who is that?" Fiona asked with only a hint of a wisp to her voice.

"Torin," Anya fumed to the ceiling.

"Torin?" Fiona asked, as the name swirled around in her brain, sending impulses to every nerve ending in her body. The scensations making her feel as if she had been placed into a boiling caldron and set for bone melting.

"Yes, Fiona," Torin seemed to purr her name all around her, sending more of those shivers through Fiona as her wings started to twitch in their coverings.

"How," Fiona found herself asking as she looked to the ceiling and spinning around trying to find the mystery man. "How are you doing that? You're not invisible are you?"

A very male laugh sounded around the room. Fiona wanted to close her eyes and wrap that voice around her like a blanket, as those wonderful sensations coursed through her faster and faster. "Some days."

"Where are you?" Fiona asked arching a brow to the ceiling. "And how can you hear me?"

"Torin is linked to the fortress," Sabin offered as he pointed to cameras that were hiding in the corners of the room.

"I, I can't outfit a whole house! Are you crazy?" Fiona panicked. And why in the gods' names was she reacting to a mechanical voice. Why couldn't she have reacted that way to Kane or William? They weren't that terrible to look at. In fact, they were quite handsome. But there was something in that voice they didn't have.

Oh gods, that wonderful voice laughed again sending Fiona's pulse racing with delight. "I am watching you through the cameras onto a monitor."

Oh thank the gods he's a real person. Fiona didn't know if her ego could take that round house kick to her head. She had always thought herself strange because she was not attracted to many males of the opposite sex. And she was not a lesbian, because no woman appealed to her either. Though, if she were to become a lesbian, Cameo was now at the top of her 'to do' list. Even if her voice did cause her heart to break, Fiona would bet she would make one hell of a Cio-Cio San if Cameo could sing spinto soprano. Their eyes were almost identical. It was rare to find someone with silver eyes, so a small kinship for the woman had bloomed within Fiona. They were also the same height and had the same hair color. The main difference being, that Cameo emitted a 'I'll kill you in less time than it takes for you to breath' attitude even when she smiled. "So, are you going to come here so I can measure you?" Fiona asked the hidden man.

"I cannot," Torin sighed. "There's not enough room in there for me to move about freely."

Great. Just my luck. I'm attracted to the voice of a fricken GIANT! Fiona cursed and moaned at herself. And if he is a giant, how am I supposed to outfit him? We don't have that much material. We barely have enough to outfit the warriors here in this room, and man were there a lot of them. She did have to give props to their lineage, though. Chip and Dales would become multi-zillionaires if the warriors ever decided on a career change.

"Would one of you mind bringing her up here?" Torin's voice sounded again, heating her blood to the point of evaporation.

"I'll do it!" William beamed in delight as he stepped forward. "Come on sweetheart, I'll show you our dirty little secret," he said with pure mischievousness highlighting his beautiful blues.

"Touch me and I'll castrate you," Fiona beamed as she spoke in Gàidhlig, confusing the taller man. She didn't mind touching people when the need arose, but she hated being touched by people when they had that look in their eyes, that said 'I am irresistible and I know it.'

"That's pretty, but what did you say?" William asked raising an eyebrow as he walked closer.

So, none of them understand Gàidhlig? Otherwise one of them would have made a gasp or laughed. Perfect! "That I would be honored if you would show me the way," Fiona smiled as she got another vial out of its box. Corking the larger vial, only a quarter full of ruby red liquid, she placed it and the smaller empty vial on her notebook as well as her dagger. "Lead the way," Fiona nodded to William as she clutched her bundle to her bosom.

"You know, I don't think I've ever had fairy," William spoke mostly to himself as he lead the way up a flight of stairs.

"Sucks to be you," Fiona spoke in Gàidhlig under her breath. At least here she could get away with it. At home, Umhala would have yelled at her.

"Would you be willing to correct that?" William asked as he turned to Fiona, a huge smile that would have melted most female hearts, plastered on his face.

"Um," Fiona thought as she tilted her head to the side. "No, thanks," she smiled back.

"Your loss," William shrugged as he resumed walking down a long hallway. "Oh," William said remembering something. "Whatever you do, do NOT touch Torin," he demanded.

"Why?" Fiona wondered as she tilted her head, yet again. "Is he an aphephob?"

"A what?" William stopped and asked confused.

"Aphephobia is the fear of being touched."

"Something like that," William nodded, then continued to walk. "He is cursed by the demon of Disease. If you touch him, you could spread the disease to others. So it's best that you don't touch."

"Oh-kay," Fiona shook her head confused. How in the world am I going to take measurements on a giant that's an aphephob? I kind of have to touch to get a precise measurement.

"Do all fairies have wings?" William wondered as he rounded another corner.

"Yes," Fiona nodded.

"Is possessing wings really the only difference between fairies and elves?"

"I take it you've had an elf or two?" Fiona asked as she followed behind another corner.

"A couple," William shrugged as he stopped in front of a door with a camera mounted in the corner above the door.

Instantly, a tall, broad, overly qualified Chip and Dale's material of a man with shoulder length white hair, black eyebrows, bright emerald green eyes, and tanned skin stood in the doorway that William had stopped in front of. "Hello Fiona," he said with his eyes burning right through Fiona to her very soul, making her feel naked in his presents.

Fiona's mouth opened and closed as she tried to formulate a coherent thought. Pretty, was the only word out of thousands that came to mind. "H-halò," she finally managed to get out. Seotal. Fiona purred as she looked the man up and down. He was covered from neck to toe in black. Even his arms and hands were covered. Lethal black kitty. Fiona moaned to herself as her knees tried to buckle. One I can't pet! Fiona had to remind herself shaking her head violently from side to side. No petting the pretty kitty!

"Come in," Torin offered as he moved away from the door stepping into the room.

"Tapadh leat," Fiona tried not to swoon as the words left her lips. Ah! English, English, English! "Thank you," she smiled as she walked into the room still staring at Torin as she absently bumped into the doorjamb.

"Watch it," William said as he moved to catch Fiona.

"I'm fine," Fiona said as she moved out of William's range. "I just, I thought you would be a giant or a golem," Fiona said as she stared at the floor so she wouldn't have the erg to pet the white haired man. "You said that there wasn't room with the others. I just assumed you would be…"

A low laugh caused Fiona to look at Torin. He had the cutest and faintest dimples she had ever seen. Beautiful, Fiona swayed again.

"You okay?" William asked as he moved to catch her again. The moment he caught her, Torin's features changed to loathing and Fiona noted that the rims of his emerald eyes were being lined in red.

"I'm fine," Fiona nodded and moved away from William again. "Um, where can I put these?" Fiona asked gesturing to her bundle.

"On the desk," Torin said as his eyes stayed on Fiona's bosom. Fiona could have sworn she caught a hint of something dark and sensual in that look. That look made her knees want to buckle and her core moisten.

Hating herself for it, Fiona looked away to see the rest of the room. It was mostly bare. There was a desk with so many monitors on it, Fiona was amazed it didn't buckle under the weight. A chair, a bed, and two doors that lead to who knew where. Walking to the desk, she placed her things down carefully next to the keyboard. "William said you are an aphephob who harbors Disease," Fiona asked as she picked up her tape measure and debated with herself if she could get away with taking his measurements the same way she had done Kane's.

"It's just, easier, not to touch," Torin responded in a voice that reminded her of Cameo's. It was heart breaking and she wanted to sooth that pain from him.

"So," Fiona asked finally turning to look at the lethal, black clad from head to toe, man. "Would I get sick from taking your measurements?" she asked as she held the tape measure in both hands, absently winding it in her left.

"No," he said shaking his glorious head of hair. Would his hair feel like snow? "You are immortal, like us, so you would wind up infecting mortals when you come into contact with them."

"Oh," Fiona sighed as she continued to memorize the beautifully hand crafted man in front of her. "So then how are we going to do this?" Fiona asked as she tilted her head to the side.

"Carefully," William offered from the door with his arms over his chest leaning up against the wall.