It was late afternoon when the Twins and I finally lost Smith. We were exhausted by this time so we thought it best that we find and check into a local hotel until we figured out our next move. We were fortunate to find a place where we got two rooms next to each other on the same floor. The Twins were in room 105 and I was in room 106. It was a rather fancy place, but I wasn't about to complain. I liked a little ritz now and again. After getting our rooms, I stood in the middle of mine, too overcome by the previous hours and too tired to take another step. I let my backpack slide to the floor, and I placed my laptop on a nearby table before I collapsed on the bed. The bedroom was decorated in an elegant shade of grey and tan, with the bedspread being a soft light blue. It was rich looking, no doubt about it, though the way the place looked didn't really concern me at that moment. I was more or less thinking about my stomach. I hadn't eaten anything for breakfast and it was way past lunch so I was famished as well as tired. Before I began making my way down to the hotel's café, I reached for the bandage that was wrapped around my hand and pulled it off. My hand was sore from when I sliced it with the razor earlier, but it was better now than it had been. I got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom where I washed the dried blood away. I, then, proceeded to go to the café. As I descended down the hall, I stopped at the Twins' room and softly rapped on the door. One answered.

"I'm going to go down to the café. Care to come?" I asked.

"No, we are going to stay here for awhile and rest and freshen up." One answered. "We'll meet you down there later, if it's ok."

"Fine with me." I smiled.

"You let us know if anything happens." Two added before I walked away.

Getting off the elevator, I walked toward the direction of the café. I stood in its doorway and stared a few minutes. The place was even fancier than I had imagined. The carpet was a deep maroon color with gold designs in it. Each table was round and was covered with a pure white tablecloth and centered with a small vase of fresh cut flowers. Waiters dressed in tuxes carried trays and took people's orders with a flair of elegance. The place was crowded, but I finally found my way through and settled in a remote corner of the room and picked up the menu that was placed in front of me. After ordering, I took it upon myself to scan the room for any mysterious looking visitors. My eyes soon fixed on a man, or rather two men sitting at a table not more than a few feet away from me. Somehow I had the feeling I had seen them somewhere before, but I couldn't rightly place them. Not giving it any thought, I settled back in my chair and waited for my meal to arrive.

When my meal arrived and after I had finished, the Twins entered the café dinning room and looked around. Spotting them, I raised my hand a little ways to let them know where I was. When they caught sight of me, they walked over and took a seat.

"How's it going?" Two asked.

"Pretty good, haven't seen any sign of trouble yet." I answered, taking another look around. "Then again I could be wrong."

The Twins looked in the direction I was looking in.

"Cain and Abel!" One gasped. That was it. I knew I had seen them before. They were two of the Merovingian's werewolf henchmen.

"Let's get upstairs to our rooms." One whispered. "Now, while they have their backs to us."

The Twins and I inched our way out of the café and to the elevator. Once the elevator stopped on our floor, the Twins and I ran to our rooms and opened the doors.

"We'd better stay inside for awhile." One whispered to me. "If we're fortunate, Cain and Abel didn't see us just then." One turned his head for a minute to look toward the elevator, then turned back to me.

"We'll be over later to talk over our plans for getting out of here and where we need to go." Two added.

After saying bye to the Twins, entering my room, and closing the door, I turned around to see a curious sight setting on the table across from me. A dozen red roses in a green glass vase stood in the middle of the table, next to my laptop. Strange, they weren't there when I had left earlier. I slowly approached them and ran my fingers over their silky pedals, then bent to smell them. They were stunningly beautiful and arranged perfectly in the vase. As I moved one of the roses' leaves, I noticed a tag strung around one of them. I hesitated a minute, then proceeded to take the tag and turn it over. If this was someone's sick joke I was about ready to blow a fuse. Turning the tag completely over, I forced myself to read what was on it.

These are for you, Angel.

From someone who loves you.

That was it. That was all the tag said. That's all it had to say. I smiled to myself and smelt of the roses again. Two had placed them there when I was down in the café. I smiled again. I knew my feelings for Two were more than what I let on, though I didn't know how to tell him. I knew it from the moment we had to say good bye and the last time we both saw each other. When I looked into his eyes there by the pond that night, something inside of me turned over. Evidently he felt the same way and was too shy to tell me. Maybe that's why he secretly placed the roses in my room.

A soft knock on my room's door brought me back into the real world. I walked over and opened it, only to see Two standing before me. He smiled shyly when he saw me.

"Uh... mind if I come in?" he slowly said. I nodded and opened the door for him to enter. I closed the door and smiled mischievously to myself before turning to face Two. I was about to have some fun.

"So did you like them?" he asked, smiling sheepishly.

"Did I like what?" I replied, pretending I didn't know what he was talking about. He paced the floor a little, and then looked at me. "Something wrong?" I asked, trying not to giggle.

"No, n-nothing's wrong." He stuttered.

"Why did you come over here?" I calmly asked.

"I, uh..."

Two nervously looked around him, then grabbed the first thing he could find that was nearest him, which was one of the bath towels the maid left there.

"Towel. I needed a towel." His voice trailed off as he held the towel up.

"Didn't the maid leave any in your room?"

"Yeah, she did, but... um..." Two glanced at the towel. "They aren't this color."

I smiled at Two's blushing face.

"Well, guess I'll be going now." Two pushed his way past me and opened the door. After he slammed it closed, I couldn't contain myself any longer and literally burst out laughing to myself. After getting my laughing under control, I turned, opened up the door and as I walked out of the room and into the hallway I slammed into Two, who had been standing on the other side of the door all along. I nervously looked up into his face and stopped. He smiled, then wrapped his arms around me and placed his lips to mine. After he stepped back, it took me a few minutes to realize what had happened. The next thing I knew, I had slapped Two across the face and slammed the door. While leaning against it, I tried to get a hold of myself. What had I done? It was a complete blur to me, but the last thing I saw was Two quickly running off to his and One's room like a whipped dog, while rubbing his sore cheek. Poor Two. I hadn't meant to do that, but he nearly scared me to death. I'd have to make it up to him. But how?

It was at least a good two or three hours later before I dared to set foot out of my room. The place was quiet. I knew what I had to do, but I was scared to do it. What would Two do or think of me when he saw me again? What would I say to him?

After getting up enough courage, I walked up to the Twins' room and softly knocked on the door and waited. A few minutes passed and the door slowly opened, revealing One's face without his shades on. He saw me and opened the door wider.

"May I come in?" I said softly. He nodded and allowed me to enter. The room was totally dark except for the soft dimmed sunlight that came in through the window curtains across the room. Two sat in one of the room's recliners, his legs crossed over one another. He too had his shades off. I swallowed and looked down at the floor when I saw Two.

"Two," I began, again swallowing. "I'm sorry for slapping you earlier. I didn't mean to, honest I didn't!" I ran to Two's side as I spoke. "It's just; I've never been kissed before. And the way that you did, it scared me. I didn't know what to do or think."

Two smiled at me and placed his hand around mine and gave it a soft squeeze.

"Don't be sorry, Angel. I'm the one who should be sorry. I acted like a childish idiot anyway and deserved what you gave me. It helped bring me to my senses."

"You aren't mad at me?" I answered, looking into his beautiful silver eyes.

"No, of course not." Two laughed. "Why should I be mad at the one person I love?"

My eyes grew wide at Two's words. I looked up from eyeing my shoes only to see Two give me a wink and a smile. I smiled back then glanced over at One. He smiled at me as well.

"Do you mean it, Two?" I knelt beside his chair and placed my hands on the chair's arm. "Do you really love me?"

"Yes!" Two came closer to my face, all the time smiling. "I've loved you from the first moment I set eyes on you. Although it took me awhile to realize my feelings. You remember the last time we spent together?"

I nodded.

"It was then that I knew something bigger was growing inside of me. Something more than just friendship love. I didn't know how to say it to you. I was both scared and shy."

"Is that the reason for all the flower business?" I laughed.

Two grinned sheepishly and nodded his head. He remained looking down as if he was too shy to continue on. It was then that my heart went out to him more than usual. I slowly lifted my hand to his face and turned his face towards me. With a few tears in my eyes, I forced myself to speak.

"I love you too." I smiled sweetly at him. Then I got up and slowly placed my lips to his and gave him a soft kiss, then touched my nose to his.

"Ooooo, Romeo and Juliet finally found each other." One said, interrupting the moment. Both Two and I nervously glanced in One's direction, plain forgetting that he was even there. We cleared our throats and pulled away from each other quickly.

"Well, I need to go I guess." I walked toward the door.

"Wait!" Two jumped up from his chair. "Want to go out for dinner tonight?"

I looked over at One then back at Two.

"Sure. It's fine with me. I'll go wash up and get dressed and meet you in the lobby."

"Great!" Two grinned.

With that I walked back to my room.