A/N:

Hello, all! So sorry this was so late, had bit of a life as of late. Well none of you need to know what happened, just that I'm back!

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING!

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The sun filtered through the green curtains, giving the room a vague ambiance. Harry woke to the filtered light, yawning. Looking to his side he saw Draco sleeping soundly, huddled close to Harry with one arm around Harry's waist, though loosely. Every moment or so, his eyebrow would twitch, a low sound would come form his chest, he would move slightly…

Draco was dreaming. And it did not seem pleasant.

Harry's loving amusement soon grew to concern. What was Draco dreaming about? And… what had happened last night? Well, last night was wonderful; for once Harry hadn't minded being the catcher at all. But before… Had Draco gone out to meet someone? There was a small purplish bruise on Draco's cheek. Harry hadn't noticed it until now. Last night, it was due to the light, but he should have noticed it earlier.

Harry, though troubled, contented himself with watching his lover .Slowly, Draco woke, opening one eye slightly and grimacing as he yawned. Lying flat on his back, he then looked back up at Harry.

"Were you watching me again?" he asked quietly, nonchalantly, as if it was a surprise but not surprising enough for a great showing of emotion.

Harry nodded and smiled slightly, but it soon faded from his features; "Draco," he said, looking down; "What did you do last night? Where did you go?" emerald rose to meet sterling blue.

"I uh… merely stepped out, was all," Draco said, rolling over.

Harry leaned over him, kissing his cheek; "Please don't lie," he said; "I'll find out eventually." Another delicate peck and Draco was telling him.

Amos slowly came to wakefulness, aware of the sunlight penetrating his eyelids. Yawning he attempted to stretch his arm, only to find Morgan was laying atop it, snoring quietly. Amos smiled, and gently slid out from under her. He sat up and stretched, scratching his head and tossing his hair before yawning again.

Ah, mon confidant! You are awake! Wonderful!

Faust's excited, booming voice filled Amos's head and he groaned, falling back onto the bed and rubbing his eyes.

Morning, Faust… Amos groaned in reply.

Ooh my friend I have plans, wonderful plans! Tonight I plan on surprising my woman of interest with a wonderful evening on the town. Care to join?

I suppose… Amos said… What time?

Ah… around seven thirty? That is the plan I'm working for.

Fine. See you.

See you!

Rubbing his eyes again, Amos rose, swinging his legs over the side of the bed as he did. Morgan rolled over and watched as her lover stood, and grinned as she reached out and pinched bare flesh. Amos yelped and whipped around, pouting.

"I thought you liked me," he said sadly, and Morgan giggled as she got up.

"I couldn't resist," she said simply; "So… who were you talking to?"

"Talking? I wasn't," Amos said innocently.

"Oh, yes you were. Why else would you have pulled such a dramatic stunt?" one elegant eyebrow rose skeptically. She knew.

"Uh… just to Faust," Amos said; "Where're you going?"

"Oh, just to take a shower," Morgan asked as she grabbed her things; "Care to join?"

Like a faithful puppy, Amos followed.

"And… the in…infantry… sllllllowly moved for'ard…"

"Forward…"

"Forward… not knowing that there was…"

The sun shown through the stained glass, painting the open and vast room in aqua's and gold's and shades of rose. Dust danced in the faded rainbow, swirling with the circulation of air. The library was quiet and serene, having only two occupants within its crammed expanse.

Aideen sighed in frustration, listening as Sabet slowly read a line in the text in front of them both. Over the past month she had been regaining her strength and adjusting to the daily routine of being a witch, a routine she was foreign to. Sabet had also tried teaching her simple spells while using a wand. Once again, Aideen another strange routine. Aideen had never channeled her magic through a bewitched stick before, and she was still uncomfortable using it. Her main output of magic consisted of orbs that she used as defense.

And then there was the learning of English. Aideen hated to sit down for long periods of time, she just couldn't stand it. She also hated the dusty confines of the library. There was so little going on within the castle; everything good and fun and pure was outside. Aideen felt weak, and drained without the unfiltered light of the sun on her skin. She had grown up in the forest, she was connected to it, there was no denying.

"Aideen? Aideeeeen…" Sabet said, grabbing his pupil's attention; "Did you hear me?"

"Hmmm? No, Morste, I did not," Aideen said slowly, focusing again on the book.

Sabet rolled his eyes; "Perhaps now is not the best time to daydream?" he asked, though it was more command than statement.

"But Morste, this is boring!" Aideen whined; "Can I go outside?"

Sabet chuckled dryly; "Actually, there is something I would like for you to see…" he mused, closing the book.

Sabet rose, the book floating off to its place, and Aideen hastened to follow. They left the library, passed several residents along the way. The great doors of the foyer opened for them to reveal a flourishing winter world. Snow had recently fallen on the ground, the trees now having some sparkling life on their barren branches. The garden remained alive and strong, thanks to helpful charms and potions. Small children built snowmen and threw snowballs, their mothers laughed and watched as they chatted with one another. A training session was being held by the south wall…

But Sabet led Aideen through a side gate she didn't know existed. In a breath they were out of the safe confines of the castle, walking down an overgrown path. Sabet ignored the wayward roots and plants; they seemed to move for him, part ways for his safe passage. Aideen watched this happening in awe; how could a man hold such power that plants would hold reverence for him? Surely Sabet was more than just a wizard, and a vampire…

The trek continued past empty fields, a slow stream, and then, the line of the forest. They were soon sheltered by the low-hanging branches of trees that stretched up to touch the sky. Looking up, Aideen caught the blue and sun only in patches. Limbs of the trees seemed to reach out and grab at her clothing. Pulling everything closer, she stuck even closer to Sabet.

The vampire chanced a glance back at his now surrogate daughter and quietly laughed to himself. The life of a parent had been a bitter life for him, and Aideen was no exception to the stress and strain of raising a fledgling again. At first he allowed Narcissa to educate the young woman, but had slowly begun teaching Aideen on the sly, and that gradually took up the day and Narcissa forfeited, saying something along the lines of "I've a child, anyway. What would I want with another?" Or something to that. Sabet had let it slide, as he most always did.

"Morste, where are we going?" Aideen asked quietly.

"It's a surprise," Sabet said, slowing so that he could walk side by side with her.

"Oh," Aideen said; "Well, can you tell me where we're going?"

Sabet laughed quietly; "I could, but then it wouldn't be a surprise!"

"Oh," that plaintive little sound was heard and Aideen was quiet.

Had she never known what a surprise was? Sabet wondered vaguely. There was so much that this girl could teach Sabet and the others, but there was so much more they could teach her. Her life was deprived and aged for her short time on earth. Sabet feared that her childhood was lost. Never the less, what he was about to show her was something most adults could not handle being near. He decided now was not to worry about abandoned doll houses and forgotten playtimes.

Aideen stopped for a moment as the smell of sulfur reached her nose. But she continued to keep pace, all the while sticking close to Sabet's side. Suddenly her nerves were strained and her attention was focused on the world around her. The Vampire was hiding something from her, and she did not like it. Soon the sound of falling water reached her ears, the chirruping of birds… they were getting closer and closer to life. The sounds renewed Aideen's spirit, and she allowed a small smile to shine within her. Perhaps this "surprise" was not as bad as she was dreading it to be.

They rounded the corner, and came upon a clearing. It was large, a good three acres, but still it managed to be shaded mostly by the great trees encircling it. There was a small stable, and an arena. There was also a fence that disappeared into the undergrowth. Aideen heard the footfall of hooves, the snorts of horses and the shy whinnies. She caught a white blur rush by the path she walked. What was in the forest?

"Rarities of the equine nature," Sabet said nonchalantly; "We're trying to reestablish a species of horse. They're quite intelligent and useful, given the fact they like you and offer their services. But what I want you to see is round yonder bend…" a long, thin hand motioned for the path ahead, quickly trading dirt for stone. "If necessary, I will follow you."

Aideen blinked, but when she turned to her side, Sabet had gone with the wind. Looking down with a glare, she then held her head up and began the walk up the path, rounding the bend in a hurry. After a minute or so, the sound of rushing water grew louder and louder, as did the smell of sulfur and steam. Now she was growing nervous, anxious and was beginning to fight her urge to simply retreat.

And then she came upon the waterfall and pool. It was a beautiful scene, but eerily unforgiving. Aideen took in everything she could, taking a step back. She finally concluded that the smell of sulfur was coming from that large crimson-violet rock…wait a second…

It was a dragon, not a rock. Gracefully it rose; it's deep, onyx eyes boring into Aideen's. It was slender, sleek and lean, built for speed and judging by it folded wings, for flying. A female, it had two brownish black horns pointed back on the back of its head, towards the top. Its snout was long and elegant, sharp teeth poking out between the lips. Her scales were crimson and violet, a beautiful mix. Shiny talons/claws same shade of the horns glistened in the patching light. A long tail swished back and forth against the stones, two spikes raking into the rocks and eliciting light scratching noises. The dragon was small, slightly taller than a Clydesdale, perhaps.

The dragon snorted, blowing steam from her nostrils. Aideen grimaced as the scent of sulfur was refreshed; it was making her sick to her stomach. Slowly she backed away, but the dragon only walked closer, intrigued. No doubt it could smell Aideen's anxiety. She stumbled back again, and the dragon advanced again. Aideen turned and ran down the path. She reached the clearing before a shadow was cast over the ground and she froze. There was a crash some feet away, in the forest, and several horses whinnied in fright. Soon after, the dragon came lumbering out of the forest, shaking a stray branch from her horns and letting out a coo-like call, directed at Aideen.

"What do you want?" Aideen asked, firm despite her uncertainty.

Again, the dragon cooed and approached Aideen, her head coming up and sniffing Aideen's hair. Her muzzle then went for the pocket on Aideen's skirt, sniffing and rooting, as if for something she thought was already there.

"I have nothing," Aideen said.

The dragon looked up at her and made a disgruntled sound, a rumble from her throat. She was very vocal and curious, but quick to forgive and forget. The dragon turned her head and looked at the stable, then trotted over to it, her claws leaving lasting marks in the ground. Aideen shook her head, worry forgotten as she crossed her arms and watched the dragon circle small stable, and then stand before the gate that served as a door. With a snort, the dragon took the latch between her teeth, and opened the gate. She went in, and, curious, Aideen moved closer to watch.

But before she took thee steps the dragon was out again, a leather ball between its jaws. Happily she set the ball down, and turning, swatted it with her tail. The ball went soaring, but landed and rolled to Aideen's feet. Looking at it for a moment, Aideen picked the ball up and looked at it. The dragon let out a distressed call and quickly Aideen placed the ball on the ground. The dragon looked at her expectantly, but Aideen did nothing. The dragon repeated the swatting action, and the simple game clicked in Aideen head. She kicked the ball and the Dragon swatted it back, happy to have a playmate. Aideen smiled and entertained the creature, content herself.

They carried on like that for a time. Aideen was catching the ball when she sensed another presence. Whipping around she faced the path and watched for any on comers. She could hear whistling, and soon she saw the figure of a young man, a person a little older than she. He was tall, with wavy sandy brown hair that hung around his face and flipped carelessly about. He wore simple clothing, and was hauling a pig across his shoulders, a live one. With its feet tied it squealed and caused a horrible noise, thrashing and squirming to no avail. The young man had a firm grip around the pig's ankles, and ignored it's distress.

The dragon cooed softly and walked over, and the stranger looked up and smiled. Letting go of the pig for a spare moment, he stroked the dragon's strong neck, and then headed for the arena. Freeing the pig he placed it there, and it ran around, squealing and snorting as it tried to escape. The dragon leapt over the fencing and began to stalk the pig, acting out on primal, instinctive hunting tactics long ago wired into her brain.

Aideen watched the stranger, perplexed. She had seen him several times before, but never for more than a glance. Now he looked at her and smiled shyly. In return she smiled shyly in return. Looking around, the boy then walked over to her.

"Hi," Aideen said quietly.

The boy only smiled, and it confused Aideen. Couldn't he talk? But then, to answer her question, a calm, soothing voice filled her head, like a thought.

Hello…

Had it come from the boy? Aideen's eyes went wide, and she stared at the boy. His smile only grew. I'm Evan… another thought, not her own. Then it clicked. It was a projection. The boy, no, young man, was talking to her through the process of telepathy. It was feat she had only read about. Aideen eased up, and smiled again.

"I'm Aideen," she replied; "So… you tend to her?" she motioned to the dragon, who was quietly guarding her freshly killed meal.

Sometimes… Evan replied. You've never been around here before… did Morste send you?

Aideen looked up with a lighthearted laugh; "More like left me," she said, looking at Evan again.

He chuckled. Everything is everything for a reason, he said.

Aideen rolled her eyes; "Sure it is," she looked down for a moment again, and then at the dragon; "So… how old is she?"

Vesta? Almost four years old, I think, Evan replied, looking at the dragon as well. She was brought here around two months ago… he looked at Aideen again; Why, did she frighten you?

"No, no!" Aideen said, "I just… wanted to know a little bit about her is all… she's rather playful."

She's still a baby, really, Evan said, vying for any conversation.

"Innocent," Aideen commented ,watching the dragon for a time; "So," she said, looking at Evan again; "Do you tend to her?"

Evan nodded; I do, he replied; So… would you like a tour of the country side? It's not much, but a walk is always nice.

"C'mon, you sodding… get in already!"

Harry fought to stuff the sweater into his chest, for a brief moment forgetting of his origins. With a final grunt he managed to get the sweater in, having stuffed it into his cauldron, among other things. He closed the lid, quickly latched it shut, and then sitting on it just to be sure. With a sigh he ran his hands through his hair, glad the procedure was over.

At this time Draco walked into their shared bedroom, stopping in the doorway to eye his lover uneasily; "what's the matter with you?" he asked, purposefully walking a wide arch around Harry to the closet.

"Just packing," Harry said, looking up; "About ready, love?" he asked, getting up.

"Nearly," Draco replied from the closet, picking out the shirts he planned on taking with him; "Why do you always pack up everything you own? We'll be back in a few weeks!"

"Never know what could happen!" Harry said.

"Yes well just don't forget about the final meeting," Draco said; "I won't be covering for you like last time."

"I was sick!"

"Were not! You were being a little chicken shit!"

"Chicken shit my arse…"

"Well maybe on your arse…"

"Take that back," Harry whispered, suddenly pinning Draco to the wall.

"Ooh, sensitive, are we now?" Draco asked, and he leaned forward to kiss the young man.

That even was to boast of romance and humor. Earlier Faust and Amos had gathered their belles and had flooed to Paris for a night of peace and courting. Arriving at Cresent du hibou, or the Owl's Crescent, they then took to the main streets of Paris. The Owl's Crescent was Paris' version of Diagon Alley, though a little less attractive and not in the least bit fun for a night out. They ate first at a nice villa, and then traveled to the Eiffel Tower. At night, with the stars sparkling and shining, the city around them dancing with life and light, it was breath taking.

Narcissa and Morgan stood side by side, wrapped tight in the arm's of their beau's. Narcissa could not remember a time where Lucius had been so caring, so thoughtful, or so romantic. Faust was ideal for her; they complemented each other. He was considerate, intelligent, powerful and strong. Lucius was powerful and intelligent, but cunningly so and quick to surrender his power to The Dark Lord. Faust would probably rather die then be a coward…

Narcissa sighed, resting her head on Faust's broad chest, hearing his soft heartbeat through his coat and shirt. And though she longed to look up and kiss him, she knew she could not. The ties of marriage ran colder than water, thicker than blood. With Lucius still alive, her hopes of peace and true love were bleak and pointless.

Faust sensed her discomfort, and squeezed her affectionately, more an act of pulling her closer. Narcissa heaved a sigh, and he felt it through his entire being. What could he do? He could not make her happy; he realized that, for there would always be something there, a shadow of ominous eternity: Marriage. He could kill Lucius, but that would be unjust and his reasons would be vain and selfish. He could get the vows annulled, but that was terribly hard to do in such times as these.

The Room of Requirement was not a room for training. Instead of books and clear spaces, comfortable cushions, sofas and chairs formed a circle, much like the first time. Students sat there whispering and chatting. Harry sat with Draco, Pansy and Blaise on an extra long sofa, the raven-haired youth contemplating his words. Draco patted his folded hands in assurance, and then Harry stood up.

"Well, it's been quite a semester," he said; "And… a lot's happened. I'm not sure what exactly to say to you all tonight. Keep up the good work? Enjoy the holiday? I don't think that would suffice. You all will need to be careful, if anything pay attention to the world around you. I know that, because of who you are, what you do, and where you're at means you're immortal, but it doesn't. There's a battle going on, don't get sucked in. I've talked and talked of neutrality, but after the several occurrences that have transpired, it is clear that there is no middle ground.

"We are no longer in the times of laughter and childhood, where our greatest fear was that the monster under our bed would get us. No longer are we awkward preteens adjusting to new bodies and new thoughts. We are young adults… the future. I know that when you go home, your parents will prater on about the war. Maybe they won't, and that may very well be just as bad. Face it, we're in this. But we can change things.

"Do have a Holiday, but don't forget anything here. Now's not the time for irresponsibility. Trust me, I know."

The winds howled unusually loud that night. The branches would rake against windows; the gales would wrap around the buildings and whistle shrilly. Evan sat up, lying awake in bed, his senses overwhelmed by sound, and what he saw. Shadows danced crazy rituals across his ceiling and walls. With a low growl of frustration he tossed and turned, wanting to sleep badly. It had been a fortnight since he had gotten a decent night's rest. And the full moon was approaching. He needed rest now more than ever. And yet, it eluded him, like an enigmatic nymph in a forest.

Evan threw his covers back and rose. Grabbing a blanket he decided to depart to a small, cozy den located in his wing. He exited his room and like the breath he exhaled he silently made his way down. But as he neared the room he found the door open, and light filtering out into the hall. Someone was there. As he neared the entrance, slat reached his nostrils.

Someone was crying.

Poking his head around the side, he saw Aideen curled up on the couch, the source of the tears. She sat there with her hands over her mouth, staring deeply into the fire as tears freely trailed down her face. She was in the throws of despair, he could literally feel it. Damn him and his extra abilities, he thought. But she was in trouble, and his gentle nature won.

Aideen?

Her head whipped around as she saw him; "Evan, I… I didn't… I'm sorry," she stumbled with her words, wiping her face and eyes quickly.

No, you're okay, Evan said as he walked in. What's wrong?

"Nothing," She lied, a guilty pang ricocheting in her heart at his worry.

Something is troubling you, he said, and she sat up, offering him a place to sit.

Aideen didn't reply; "So… you come here when you cannot sleep?" she asked.

Evan let a small smile shine as he replied; Sometimes. There aren't many places here one can go for solitude.

Aideen began to rise, muttering; "well I can…" but Evan took her wrist gently in his hand and said quietly; No, stay. Slowly she sat down and Evan smiled; Company is appreciated. Besides, you look like you need some.

Aideen laughed quietly; "Well, I guess," she said again wiping her eyes.

Evan studied her features; Did you have a nightmare? He asked.

Aideen nodded; "Something to that nature," she replied; "Nothing of great importance though."

They say what plagues the mind plagues the soul, Evan replied wisely; I'm a good listener. You need a listener.

Aideen looked at him; "I'm not from the best of places," she said, looking at the fire deeply again, as if trying to get lost in the embers; "Always running, stealing, and hiding… the hiding… sometimes, without food for days," she looked at Evan again; "And I grew weary, Evan. But no one would let me go. They wouldn't let me go," she choked on her sobs, and tears came again.

"Shh, Shh," Evan said gently, the only words he could muster from his scared throat. Gently he wiped the tears away, and she held his hand.

"Can you feel how cold I've grown?" she asked quietly, and slowly he nodded; "I'm never been warm," she whispered; "Never. I can't take it from the sun, from the moon… from here," she placed her hand on his chest, above his heart; "I've never felt like others feel, I've never been allowed;" she looked away; "You should go, there's no need for my burden to be placed on your shoulders.

Evan took her hand in his again, looking at her with all the consideration and affection he could in his eyes. The burden is lighter when everyone lifts, he said.

Aideen looked at him, and then down at his throat. She had not seen the scar for she had only seen Evan in turtle necks up until now. Three long, deep cuts ran across his neck, like some animal had grabbed him and swung him around. That was the reason for his silence. Here were other scars as well, along his arms, his chest… Without thinking she reached out and touched the scar along his neck, the sensation causing Evan to shiver.

"Oh, sorry!" she said, instantly drawing her hand away; "I… I wasn't thinking!"

It's fine, Evan said, it felt… strange, but in a good way. To assure her he smiled, and she sighed.

"They've helped you a lot here… haven't they?" she asked as she ran her fingers along the scars on his hands and lower arms, grasping the stories seal in the marred flesh.

Yes, they have… Evan said thoughtfully. They could help you too, Aideen. She looked up at him. Sabet and the others feel you're special, I can tell you are. They want to know what hurts, so they can make it better… he studied her eyes deeply, and she felt like he could swim in such pools of color. But there was a sinister shadow, the nightmare that plagued her. You're not human, are you? He asked, innocent, simple, not in any way meant to be rude.

"Only in appearance," Aideen said as she looked away and gazed once more into the fire. She wiped her eyes quickly before the tears could fall; "They'd throw me out if they knew what I was. I can't stay long anyway…"

Why not? Evan asked. Aideen if anyone's after you, Mister Sabet will keep you safe. His face was then set in seriousness and worry. At least one out of every three people here have someone or something after them. And you will not be excluded from the benefit of this place.

Aideen shook her head; "I'll be gone by the New Year," she said, "I'm not even supposed to know about the world. I escaped from an underworld of lies and safety," she looked at Evan then, with a sad smile; "Funny, huh? What's meant to protect me hurts me…" she looked away again.

Evan took her hand in his. Aideen, come on, be real, he said, for the first time acting his age. She looked at him and blinked, staring blankly. Evan sighed. Stay, he said simply.

Aideen looked away, slowly pulling her hand away into her lap; "Evan, I don't…" she began, but was cut off when his lips tentatively touched hers. Her eyes widened and she stared as he drew back, his cheeks a soft pink.

Does that change your mind? He asked.

Wordlessly Aideen looked away; "What was that?" she asked after a moment of silence, and Evan blinked.

It was a kiss, he said with a small smile.

Aideen blushed. "Oh," she said plaintively, "I didn't know what to call it…"

Evan's eyes widened; You've never been kissed before? He asked, shocked.

"No!" Aideen said, blushing furiously now.

Evan's laughter filled her head; "It isn't funny!" she snapped.

Evan quietly stopped and smiled. She was so innocent, yet accountable. He could take advantage of the situation… but his mother had raised him to be a gentleman. I'm sorry, he said, I was surprised.

"Well," Aideen said, crossing her arms in a huff; "I can't see why."

I can, Evan said, and she looked at him questioningly. It's because you're pretty, you're enigmatic… You're tragically beautiful, he finished poetically.

Aideen blinked, then she sighed; "What's gonna happen?" she asked to no one in particular, staring into the fire.

Evan averted his gaze. That line should have worked, he thought, a fang gnawing on his lower lip. Wait, a fang? Evan glanced down at his hands, noticing how fine hair was beginning to darken. He glanced out the window, noting how the moon lacked a fraction until it was full. Evan began to worry. He hadn't had any potion like he was supposed to have had.

Aideen sensed the tension and looked over to see Evan looking at his hands. She stared for a moment, then it clicked. She looked out the window, following his gaze. "You're afraid of..." .

It was just a whisper. Evan looked up at her and nodded; I am, but... he said. I have control of it… now…

Aideen nodded; "Well, that's a good thing, I suppose," she said, glancing out the window.

Evan edged closer to her. Are you scared? He asked.

"Why would I be?" Aideen asked, and Evan smirked.

She could feel a sudden spark, could smell an odor she couldn't identify… what was going on? She was become wary.

"Evan…" Aideen began; "What's going on?"

Suddenly Evan's eyes grew wide and he got up, I'm so sorry! He said, waving his hands, and then he left the room. Aideen was left to her self, and deeply confused. Was it the affect of the full moon? Jumping up she hurried to follow Evan, she found he had collapsed in the hallway, clutching his chest as his face was contorted in agony. Aideen dropped down at his side, checking him over.

"What hurts, Evan? What hurts? Tell me!" she said frantically, beginning to let her anxiety overtake her.

But Evan only shook his head, groaning. Desperately Aideen popped her knuckles and pushed his tank top up to reveal a heaving, bare chest. Her cold hands touched the heated flesh, and she shivered at the contact. Calling on what power she possessed, Aideen's hands began to glow.

Evan gasped, his eyes snapping open. He felt suddenly numb all over. his mouth hung open slightly, he went limp. Total… total bliss… some euphoric touch had killed away the pain of the Moon… he fought for feeling and he turned his head to see what was happening to him. Aideen was completely focused, and he wondered why. He could feel her cool hands on his chest, how her fingertips barely graced the surface.

Without warning she gasped and shrank back, against the opposite wall, her hands clutched against her chest as she tried to fit inside herself. With difficulty Evan got up onto his knees and crawled over, gasping for air as the need reclaimed him.

What did you do? He asked her when he reached Aideen, looking at her though her eyes did not look back.

Aideen just shook her head and held out her hands. They were severely burnt, already blistering. That's bad! Evan thought to himself. He helped her up, trying to keep himself steady, and ushered her to help. All the while thoughts raced in his head.

What exactly was she?

What were they?

TBC

A/N: I know you all think I'm such a bitch for not updating, and I am. I've had the worst writer's block, and I needed to get on with this when a huge load of ideas hit me so yeah please comment thought!