Author's Note: So we are about with 2P!England. (We will get back to England himself soon.) This one was a bit of a struggle to write. But I managed to pull it off. Oliver is really trying to win Hecate over, isn't he? But she isn't fooled. She's on to him. The question is how is going to deal with him. You are going to have to find out as the series goes along. I have no idea what's coming next week, but I will work on it. For now, enjoy this week's match.


Match Six: Fairy Queen:

In England, they started to see the fog too. Oliver looked out the window and frowned.

"Such a dreary day," he said. A little smile spread across his face. He closed the curtain and turned back to the nightcomers.

"So ladies," he said. "What are we doing tonight?" The girls didn't answer.

"Can't you feel it?" Sabine asked. She held out her hands and closed her eyes.

"Mmm," she said. "Just thinking about it makes me shiver."

"Okay…" Oliver said. Hecate sat off to the side, quiet. She already knew what was coming next. It wasn't going to work out for Mam. Oliver locked eyes with her.

"Dear Hecate," he said. "Why so sour?" Her sisters turned and looked at her.

"No reason," Hecate said. She got up and walked out of the room. No one said a word as she walked by. Tessa frowned.

"Why does she always have to do that?" she asked. Oliver raised his eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" he asked. Tessa threw up her hands.

"She's been closing us out more often lately," she said. The witch leaned back and pouted.

"Why can't tell what she's thinking," she complained.

"Let me talk to her," Oliver said.

"Huh?" Tessa asked. The corrupt English man turned and walked out of the room. The nightcomers all looked at each other.


He's determined to win her over. But Mr. Darcy he is not. That isn't his goal. He wants her to be his ally. But how can that happen if there is no trust, to begin with?

Well, Oliver was going to have to change that.

He managed to track down Hecate walking out of the flat into the fog. She stopped in her tracks.

"What do you want?" she asked. Oliver gave her a creepy, charming smile.

"Why do you hate me so much?" he asked. She wrinkled her nose.

"I don't hate you," she said. "I just don't trust you." Oliver clutched his chest in a fake way.

"Why do you have to hurt me so much?" he asked. Hecate rolled her eyes and started to walk off.

"Hey, wait up!" Oliver yelled. He ran to catch up with her.

"What do you want from me?" she asked again.

"Why can't we be friends?" Oliver asked. Hecate cut a cold glare at him.

"I can't believe you are asking me that," she said. She tried to walk away again, but he grabbed her by the wrist.

"Hey, let go of me!" the nightcomer shouted.

"Come on," Oliver said. "Just talk to me. Please?" Hecate puffed up her cheeks and frowned. What was with this guy? She tried to pull away again, but he still wouldn't let go. The smiling was the worst part. Hecate wanted to slap him.

"I just want us to get along," the creepy English man said. "We're on the same side here." Hecate sneered at him.

"Why would you think we were?" she asked.

"Why would you think we weren't?" Oliver asked. Hecate snatched her wrist out of his hand.

"Bullshit," she said. The nightcomer turned and walked off.

"Hey, come back here!" Oliver shouted. He ran to follow behind. Hecate clicked her tongue.

This was going to be a hiccup in her plans. This would be like her mother to try and fuck everything up for her. Hecate was going to have to do what she always did. The nightcomer stopped in her tracks. She clenched her fists at her sides.

"You want to be friends with me?" Hecate asked with her back turned.

"Yes," Oliver said.

"Maybe I ask why?" she asked. There was a pause as he took a moment to think.

"Because we all have the same goals?" Oliver offered.

"Do we now?" the witch asked. She looked over her shoulder. She could see the curious look on his face.

"What does that mean?" he asked. Hecate looked cold on the outside but she was smirking in her head.

"It is true that I am playing the game just like my family," she said. "However…" The nightcomer turned to face him. Oliver stared at her as she walked up to him. Hecate looked him straight in the eye.

"I found my own way to win," she said in a low voice. Oliver found himself intrigued by this answer.

"And whatever do you mean by this?" he asked.

"Would you really like to know?" Hecate asked. The two stood silent for a long moment.

"Heh," Oliver said. "I think I am starting to like you a lot better now." Hecate raised her eyebrow.

"What does that mean?" she asked. Oliver gave her that annoying grin as he patted her on the cheek.

"Come along and you shall see," he said. Hecate grabbed his wrist.

"Don't touch me like that again," she hissed. Oliver gave her a shrug.

"I do apologize," he said. The English man slipped out of her grasp. Hecate's nostrils flared. She turned and walked away. This time, Oliver didn't follow her. The nightcomer looked over her shoulder. He just stood there staring at her. Hecate rolled her eyes and kept walking.

She was going to have to get rid of him. Well, she was going to have to do it fast. Hecate already knew that time was running out.