Emma looked around in the darkness. Vaguely she could make out the walls of the great Dwarven chamber they had stumbled into. Something crunched under her foot. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"What's wrong?" Neithan asked, a glowing phosphorescence in this passage allowing him to finally see. If you could call it seeing.

"Nothing," she said in a high voice, "Oh, god, we're all going to die down here, aren't we?" She rolled her eyes and tried unsuccessfully to accept her fate as her friend had.

"At least, if we die, we'll go doing something good." He said encouragingly, but his voice was so single in the gloom it had no effect. "Would it be so bad? I can't think of a better way to die."

Emma glared at him. "I can!" She growled, the Kriaz-Nor within her barely suppressible. "Eating chocolate for one! Can you believe I've gone so many days without it! Something's not right."

"Chocolate?"

"Yeah, it's kinda brown, in blocks, Cadburys is best…"

"No, I know what chocolate is. I just meant that if you liked it that much, why don't you just ask your friend for some?"

"Who? Millie? She doesn't have any chocolate."

"Ya-ha. She was eating this bar of it the other day. Didn't you know?"

Emma looked at him in disbelief, waiting for the information to sink in. Then, suddenly, as if possessed she growled loudly into the darkness. "Millie!"

"Whoa! What was that?" Millie said as she turned to Legolas. They stood motionless for a moment listening for any further noise. "Sounded like Emma."

"I am sure that your friend is well. If they need us, we will know." He looked at her as her eyes circled the room.

"Plus, she sounded pissed."

"Pissed?"

She opened her mouth to explain, but then stopped when she caught his eyes. She let out a long breath. "Never mind."

They continued to walk. "How long have you known Emma? From birth?"

Millie laughed. "Nah. Couple of years. Similar interests united us in a really boring English class loads of times each week." She turned to see his reaction. He was watching her intently, patiently listening and trying to understand everything she was saying. She lost her smile. "Feel free to say anything."

"You are good friends?" He attempted. It was sufficient for her to continue.

"Yup. If one of us is in trouble, we always know that we can go to the other person, you know? We may look like we hate each other most of the time, but you know, it's when you need help, the other person is there and…I sound crazy, don't I?" She laughed.

He smiled. "Not at all. I understand." She nodded to herself and turned to continue walking. "You are a good person."

"Debatable." She said; a well practiced response. She took a deep breath. "So, what of you, Prince?"

He watched her walk a head. "There is not much to tell of me. And you are wrong, you are a good person."

"Yeah, and you are blind. Anyway, I'm a person who has done bad things. You do the math. I'm sick of talking about me, lets talking about you." She was getting uncomfortable, and was grateful that he could not see her face.

"You are a good person who has done bad things. It is possible. And unless you have committed murder, then I doubt you have done bad things."

"Jesus Christ, Legolas. You talk too much." She shook her head.

"And you are…different."

She laughed. "Yup, crazy ol' me!"

"Different." He corrected.

He was suddenly very close. Millie stopped and closed her eyes. She could feel his soft, controlled breath brush against her hair. Her own, jagged breath, was catching in her throat.

Legolas raised a hand to her shoulder, and tentatively rested his fingers there. She turned and looked at him. Everything was serious now as she looked up at him.

His eyes didn't meet hers. They were focussed, intent, on her lips. He bent down towards her. She sucked in a harsh breath.

"Don't." She whispered. He froze, inches from her mouth.

"Ooooh! She is evil – no, wait, evil is too good a word for her. " Emma racked her brain for something to call her friend but for once her wide ranging vocabulary failed to draw any suitable words from the many different real and imagined languages she knew-or at least new the bad words from. "Oh fuck it I've never been good at English anyway she's just a fucking, bloody, stupid, bitch!"

Neithan shook his head. He had been listening to this rant for some time now, and had decided it best to just sit down and wait it out. He was surprised however that the girl had finally chosen to swear in English.

"That git! If I had chocolate I would have shared it with her, unwillingly probably, and I wouldn't have given her much, but I would have given her some…maybe." Emma side. She turned to Neithan who had his eyes half shut. "Fuck her the stupid bitch!" She shrieked again. His eyes shot open.

Realisation struck him. They were stuck, in a big, big cavern, filled with vampires, and Emma was shrieking.

"Emma, shush!" He spat in a whisper, jumping up. He looked frantically around for any movement.

"No way! I'm gonna kill her!"

"Shut up!" He grabbed hold of her arms, pinned by her sides and continued to search.

"I'm gonna kill--"

"Shut up!" He covered her mouth with one hand and looked into her eyes. "Over a flaming bar of chocolate you'd kill your friend?" She glared at him mumbling something through his hand something about being perfectly willing to kill anyone if chocolate was involved. "Shush."

He let go of her, but continued to watch her. "Why?" She asked feeling quite content to continue this rant for the next hour or so, or at least until they met up with Millie again…

"They can hear you?" he replied slowlyas if talking to an infant.

"I hope she fucking well does hear me!"

"The fucking vampires!" He growled back.

Emma blinked. Neithan had just sworn. Neithan. Good Neithan. Misunderstood Neithan. Neithan Neithan. "Did you just swear? You've been spending too much time around Millie."

"Shh!" He pleaded. "At least I have a good reason for doing so."

Emma starting flailing her arms. "I think chocolate is a perfectly good reason for anything, and like if any bloody vamps can hear us anyway they'd be here by now…"

Neithan moved in. He pulled on her arms and tugged her towards him, covering her mouth with his own. At first he continued to look around for movement as he did so, but then his eyes felt heavy and he deepened the kiss. He released her arms, his hands sliding round her back. Emma looped her fingers in his hair. She didn't know what she was doing. But she liked it…

Legolas' eyes stared into Millie's as she stood completely still, refusing to meet them. She felt weird, confused. She took a deep breath and a step back, still focussing on the floor.

Legolas furrowed his brow and turned away. "You do not like me."

Millie looked up at him. She shook her head. "Oh, no, I like you. And believe me, there's nothing I'd like more than to do you right here, right now, but we can't…I can't."

"Do me?" He asked, unsure of what she meant.

"I can't." She looked at him, her eyes flicking across his body. "God help me, I want to!" She bit her lip and took a deep breath.

"You really are 'different'."

She looked at him and sighed. "I really am crazy. So fucking crazy that I'd turn down a hot prince." She rolled her eyes and turned. "Shit!"

Yellow eyes and white teeth grinned at her. "Fucking shitty fucking shit!" She spat out as the figure remained there.

"You're the one the master wants, aren't you?" The creature slimed.

"Fucking shitty fuck!"

"Can you speak this language?" He asked, confused.

"Oh fuck." Millie continued. The vampire frowned at her, then suddenly his eyes bulged and he fell back screaming.

"How sweet." A voice floated down out of the darkness.

Emma would have screamed but that was kinda impossible what with kissing Neithan and all. Drawing away from the now frozen boy she turned slowly to meet cat like amber eyes glinting in the darkness. And screamed.

Neithan clamped a hand over her mouth as the vampire laughed but he needn't have bothered, at exactly the same moment a more feral scream of fear and pain filled the echoing caverns.

The vampire glanced around, suddenly less confident. With the silken sound of steel on leather Neithan drew one of his swords. Pulling Emma behind him he stepped forward; "You were saying?"

The vampire stared at the sword for a moment, then laughed; "Dinner." (Will not use 'happy meals on legs' quote!)

"I don't think so." He barely seemed to move be trying, one moment he stood stock still before the trembling Emma, the next his blade was flashing out through the vampire's neck. The creature screamed as its flesh burned into a cloud of fine ash. "Well that was easy."

Emma tapped his on the shoulder before indicating the mass of amber eyes twinkling in the darkness.

"Bugger." Neithan muttered, if Emma hadn't been so busy worrying about the hoard of Vamps before her she might have noticed that this a word neither she nor Millie had ever used…she didn't. "You might want to find you're bow."

Millie mean while was staring at the pile of ash before her. "Fuck, I didn't even touch it…shit."

"Millie, are you alright?"

"Shit."

"Millie?"

"Do I sound fucking alright! How the hell did that happen?"

Legolas looked from girl to dust and back again before even trying to answer, "I think it died."

"No shit Sherlock!"

"I think that maybe you killed it…who's Sherlock?"

"Clever arsed git detective. And how could I have killed it, I didn't even touch it!" Suddenly Millie who had seemed so…if not rational then at least calm and confident, appeared to be shaking slightly. Legolas was more than a little scared. Reaching out tentatively he took the girl in his arms, feeling her melt into his comforting embrace.

"Don't worry. Be glad that it is dead."

"But if I did it what's to stop me doing it to anyone else? Like you…or Emma."

Legolas smiled, "And you say you are not a good person!" Millie chose not to comment so Legolas continued; "I would assume that what you did is linked to you're telepathic powers."

"What telepathic powers?"

"You said you could counter the instructions the lead vampire put in your head, I think that's telepathy. So this could just be an advancement of that power."

"Fuck." Millie didn't really seem too happy about that.

Neithan moved like, well like an expert swords man. Vampires appeared and disappeared around him, dissolving into clouds of ash. And yet as each one was killed another would take its place. Emma tried to help though her lack of skill with a bow served more as a distraction than anything else. Occasionally-more by luck than skill-the arrows would pass through the heart of a vampire, killing it instantly.

As the vampires kept coming Neithan began to fall back to the cavern entrance, being sure to keep Emma behind him, safe from the creatures. "Emma run!"

Emma let another arrow fly, "What?"

"Bugger," The boy hissed as a vamp's fang caught his hand. "Run will you, get out of here!" When the girl still didn't move he slashed wildly at the vampires closest to him, sheathed one sword, grabbed the girl and ran dragging her into the deepening darkness of the passage they had entered that cavern by. The vampires gave chase.

Within five seconds, or half a line depending on how you look at it, Neithan could no longer see the passage before him, the eerie phosphorescence having disappeared along with the cavern. He stumbled into the wall a few times before Emma realised that he couldn't see and took the lead, dragging the boy along behind her.

A short while later…(um another half a line) Emma stopped, doubled back and charged down another passage. Neithan tried to ask what she was doing but was quickly silenced. The vampire hoard(wow have used that word a lot!) charged passed following their original route. The creatures had soon disappeared into the darkness.

"Ok so what do we do now?" Neithan asked as quietly as he could.

"Follow this passage 'till we find Millie and Legolas."

"How do you even know how to find them? We could wander around these mines for years and never even hear them!"

"I don't need to hear them, being a werewolf does have some advantages."

"Oh…yes." Neithan sounded a little less confident now, "So you can just, what? Follow their scent?"

Emma was slightly hurt by the boy's apparent distrust and fear of her, he had been perfectly happy when he didn't know-or forgot-that she was a werewolf. "Something like that." She muttered before turning to follow the route the elves had taken.

"Um…Emma?" The girl turned half hoping for an apology, or some nice words at least. "I still can't see anything, I have no idea even where you are, let alone which way to go."

"Oh." The girl replied without a hint of enthusiasm. She grabbed his arm and dragged him in roughly the right direction.

Millie was still stood in Legolas' arms when Emma strode up to them dragging Neithan along behind. "Having fun?" She muttered. Millie immediately leaped away from the elven prince who appeared more than slightly embarrassed.

"Emma…and Neithan…what the hell are you doing here?"

Emma let Neithan go barely watching as he leant-carefully-back against the stone wall. "We were attacked. We fought. We ran. We ended up here."

"Very concise." Millie commented, "Did you find anything?"

"No…but…why didn't you give me any chocolate!"

"Chocolate…what chocolate?" Millie asked, all innocence.

"You know what chocolate! You evil, evil person! Kuso shite shinezo!" (I love that one, die eating shit etc. Japanese)

"Told you I was evil!" Millie grinningly told Legolas.

"You could have given me some fucking chocolate." Emma muttered.

Millie appeared to look shocked, "Emma…did you just swear?"

"Oh fuck off Millie." The girl said, obviously in a bad mood.

"Moody!"

"What's that?" Emma asked pointing at the vampiric pile of dust in an attempt to change the subject.

"Um, that would be a vampire." Legolas answered.

"Aren't they normally taller?"

"Not when dead."

"That is so unfair, we get a hundred vamps and you only get one!"

"That's a bit of an overstatement isn't it?" Neithan put in.

"Piss off."

"Emma, I have a feeling you're in a bad mood at the moment and will probably regret it in the morning if you piss everyone off now." Millie told her friend who just glared, seeing the reason of her friend's words but not wanting to listen.

"Um, this is just a thought you know, but don't ya think we aught to sorta move in case those vamps we lost become…unlost as it were?"

Millie stared at the boy, "Did you always speak that much crap?"

"No, only when blind and told to piss off. Look we really should probably move."

"Great, can we go back outside now?" Millie asked.

"No," Emma replied trying to sound less moody, "Firstly we haven't found anything out yet, and secondly that's the way the vamps we lost went so unless you want to find them again I think we should go the other way."

"Great." Millie muttered. (I think Millie should say something Millieesq and witty…but being neither witty nor Millie, I have no idea what to put:S)