Yang POV

I stood at the entrance of the ballroom welcoming the students and teachers as they entered and checking their names off in the guest book. With almost all of the participants accounted for I was beginning to think that (Y/N) wasn't going to show. He was either out hunting for the Kurgan or worse he was already dead. The thought of both made me sad. "That frown doesn't suit you," a voice said focusing my attention on the guest in front of me. It was (Y/N). He was wearing a black tuxedo with a black bowtie and black dress shoes. He was clean shaven with all traces of stubble removed, and his long hair was tied back. He looked much more handsome than he did before. "(Y/N), you came!"

"I told you I'd think about it," (Y/N) said. "I like your dress. It looks good on you."

His words made me blush. "Well look at you," I replied. "You clean up pretty well."

(Y/N) smiled. "I take it I'm not on the guest list."

"Yeah," I said. "But I guess I can let you crash the place."

"That's rather generous of you," (Y/N) replied. "I haven't crashed a party in two centuries."

I laughed. "Well you enjoy yourself," I told him. "I still have some work to do. I'll meet up with you when I'm done."

"I'll see you then," (Y/N) said then walked away to join the other partygoers.

Seeing him here alleviated my concerns. I was still having trouble understanding why I felt this way about him. Why I worried about his safety. Then it hit me.

3rd POV

Emerald stood to the side of the ballroom with Mercury as they watched the guests dance and socialize. They were keeping track of those in attendance while Cinder snuck into the CCTS. As they surveyed the area Emerald saw a familiar face. "Mercury look," she whispered motioning across the room.

Mercury looked and his eyes widened. (Y/N) was over by the refreshment table drinking punch from a plastic cup. "What is he doing here?"

"I don't know," Emerald said. "He can link us to the Kurgan. Let's split up."

The two separated with the hope of not being seen by the Immortal. They would need to do so until (Y/N) left or Cinder returned.

(Y/N) POV

I stood on the balcony outside the ballroom looking out at the Beacon grounds. It had been twenty years since I was last here and it had barely changed. A lot of weird things took place at the party. I saw a blonde guy in a white dress and sneakers dancing with who I assumed was his team. I also saw the two that accompanied the Kurgan the night Kastagir died. I chose not to bother them. The last thing I needed was to start a scene. "So this is where you've been hiding," a familiar voice said. I turned to find Yang walking onto the balcony to join me by the railing.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" Yang asked.

"It has been an interesting night," I answered. "You don't see the things I've seen tonight at my clients' fancy parties. It's a lot more fun here. I won't have to worry about the Kurgan here either."

"Why not?" Yang asked.

"Beacon is holy ground," I said. "All four Huntsman Academies are. Can't tell you why though. It's a secret shared by all Immortals."

"Well you and the Kurgan are the last two," Yang stated.

"I still wouldn't be able to tell you," I replied. "There are even greater secrets in this world than the existence of Immortals. Just know that Beacon is neutral ground for my kind." I looked to Yang. She was frowning. I knew I told her I'd tell her everything, but the secret of the relics was too important to keep. "Thank you," I told her. "I haven't enjoyed myself like this in a very long time. I'm glad you invited me."

Yang smiled. "You're welcome," she said. "I'm really glad you came." She looked down seeming uneasy. "(Y/N), there's something I need to tell you."

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

"I don't know," Yang answered. "It's just that ever since I first saw you at Junior's I knew there was something different about you. Then I saw you cut off Fasil's head and to me you were nothing but a murderer. I never would have guessed it was all a part of a fight for survival. When I learned that I couldn't help but feel sorry for you. To be alive for so long with others trying to kill you. I couldn't stop think about how lonely you were. But for you to continue going after two thousand years just shows how strong you are."

Her words upset me. "No," I said remembering my fallen friends. "The Kurgan's right. I am weak. There are so many Immortals more deserving to be where I am now. The Prize is wasted on me."

"DON'T SAY THAT!" Yang shouted at me. "If you're not strong then how have you lived this long? If you're not strong then why do I…I…" She grew silent.

"What?" I asked.

Yang placed her hand on top of mine. "(Y/N)," she started. "I love you."

I was surprised. It had been a long time since anyone had told me that. But as I looked into her eyes I was reminded of those in the past who said those same words to me. I removed my hand from under hers. "Yang, this isn't going to work."

"Why?" Yang asked. "Is it me? Is it because I'm mortal? "

"It's not that," I answered. "After Heather…I can't be involved with anyone. Not again."

"But-" Yang continued.

"I'm sorry," I said as I turned away. "I have to go." I walked back toward the ballroom.

"(Y/N)," Yang called making me stop. "Take care of yourself. Don't lose your head."

What she said made me smile but I couldn't bring myself to turn and face her. "Yeah you too." I started to walk again leaving the ballroom and eventually I left Beacon entirely. "It has to be this way."