Yay, new chapter and it didn't take me forever! Anyway, without further delay enjoy chapter fifty-three of Be Careful What You Wish For! A special thanks to: A fan of Many Stuffs, Esmereilda, Miss Cat Midnight, hara12, S-Lioness, Guest, Mariana, Sammy3210, ULTIMATE KIWI, and Stacked Waters for reviewing last chapter!

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He came back every this week!

No matter what she did he came back the very next day with his big bright smile not a care in the world as he followed her around. She asked the triplets if they could move but they told her moving wasn't the best idea at the moment. So in retaliation she brought in the triplets and had them used their magic to scare him off but the boy just laughed at their attempts telling her he knew she wouldn't let them hurt him. So here she was waiting for him to come because he without a doubt would.

Pondering what she could tell him to make him leave at long last she heard the unmistakable sound of his footsteps as he made his way in. "Miss Fairy!" he chimed.

Letting out a groan she heard him laugh before he reached her. Reaching over he shook her, "Come on get up I brought my ball today so we can play," he said.

Turning her head, Larisa gazed at the cheery boy and scowled, "You're never going to stop coming are you?" she asked him annoyed.

Flashing her a cheery smile, he shook his head, "You're the first magical creature I've never met; I'm never letting you go! You're my golden goose!" he cried happily.

Frowning, Larisa sat up and grabbed a lock of messy raven hair, "First, I'm not a magical creature I'm as human as you. I just happened to deal with demons because I'm just that unlucky. Now bring me brush and I'll go play with you…I got nothing better to do," she muttered.

Beaming John ran off to the back and she could hear him greeting Thompson before he came back with her brush in hand, "Thank you," she muttered taking it from him. With it in hand she began to attack her tangles and knots. Wincing as she pulled at her scalp she looked over to John and found him seated next to her watching her brush her hair, "What exactly got you interested in the supernatural?" she asked him curious.

There were always strong believers but she was curious why he was one.

Sitting back on the pew John smiled at nothing in particular, "The world is boring when there's no magic, when I grow up I'll be a carpenter just like my dad and just like his dad and so on and so forth. There has to be magic in this world. Something to make things not so boring. You're that thing! Or your connected to that thing," he said happily.

"That thing isn't necessarily a good thing John…I've had my mind wiped so many time it's like a recurring nightmare, I've been kidnapped, almost kill, ripped from my home more than once, and been taken from my family. Because of demons I can't have a normal life," she muttered.

"Do you hate demons?" asked John.

Frowning Larisa thought about that question, did she hate demons? She loved Sebastian without a doubt, but what about the rest. Shiro, she liked him. Kyo, Darryl, and Alphonse she liked them. Loki, he scared her but she liked him; after all he risked his life for her. Shimon…he was hard to like with how strict he was but she wouldn't say she hated him. As for the triplets she loved him. She didn't even hate Claude despite the fact he was the main cause of discord in her life.

"No…but that doesn't change the fact it's their fault I can't have a normal life," she muttered.

Nodding John sat back and watched her pull her hair back from her face in a high ponytail, then his gaze trailed down to her dress. She always wore white dresses that were way different from anything they wore in London, "Why do you dress different?" he asked curious.

Standing up Larisa smiled, "It's a secret, now come on let's play with your ball…but be warned I kind of such at physical activities. I'm an artist not an athlete," she told him.

Smiling John jumped to his feet, "Good! That means I'll win for once!" he said happily running ahead of her his ball raised above his head.

"Whatever happened to your friends?" she asked him curious.

Rolling his eyes, John peered back, "Robert and Greg are convinced you're a vampire's bride and that you're going to eat me eventually. I keep telling them you're not evil but they won't listen," he said.

"What about that blond boy who dragged you out. You two seem close he didn't run off and leave you like the other two. He made sure he got you as well," she said watching him thoughtfully.

Gazing ahead, John sighed, "Allen thinks your evil and that I shouldn't come back," he said.

"Allen's right," said Larisa.

Whipping around John glared at her, "No he isn't!" he snapped.

Bending down, Larisa scowled, "You're in danger by staying here, you shouldn't keep coming John. Demons are after me and they could make you collateral damage," she told him.

Frowning, he shook his head, "I don't care! I've always wanted to meet someone like you…even if you're not a real fairy and just a human…your still a believer. Everything says I'm stupid and nuts, off my bonkers and my mom always smacks me upside the head telling me to get my head out of clouds. I know though! That there' a world outside our or hidden within ours," he cried.

Smiling Larisa reached over and smoothed down John's hair, "Well you're correct and no one can change that but it doesn't change the fact that you shouldn't mess with it. It's okay to know about it but that's all, you can't talk about it so freely. I'm afraid that's the truth no matter the time," she said sighing.

"Why can't demons just come out and show everyone there's magic?" he grumbled.

Snorting, Larisa looked over to the boy and spelled it out for him, "Because there would be massive wide panic if they did. Demons eat human souls, so just imagined your family know that. I mean what would your mom do if there was a tiger in the neighborhood. She throw you in the house and lock you in your room," she told him.

"They eat souls?" questioned John surprised.

"Well souls and me," she told him.

"You?" he questioned.

Nodding she pointed to her heart, "The reason I'm special to demons is because my soul is a tad unique. In a past life I did something really bad and it changed me forever. Now I'm a living breathing power up, just by licking me a demon can experience a power up, so they like to take my blood," she told him.

"That's why one of those triplets was biting you! They were getting powerful!" he said.

Nodding Larisa watched him digest this information and found at last his smile was fading a little, "I wonder why they have to feed on us…but at least it means they'll always be on our side," he said. Gazing at the boy puzzled John quickly saw her look and explained, "They need us! I mean I doubt they would hunt us to extinction. So if we were ever in any serious trouble they would at least come and protect us. How else would they survive," he said happily.

Frowning at his reasoning Larisa shrugged, she supposed he was at least correct if they didn't then they would lose their food source then what. Crossing her arms she frowned, "I never thought about that, but I still don't think humans and demons should be connected. Aside from me, no other humans should be connected to demons," she muttered thinking of her family. Wasn't selfish of her to keep them when she was so dangerous too them.

Gazing at her curious John spoke up again, "What about demons who love humans and humans who love demons? Wouldn't you say they belong with each other? Also what about their families, their family that means they should be together! I mean what are you going to do tear them apart. That's just mean, not to mention cruel if you ask me" he said chatting away.

Sighing Larisa looked down, "Did anyone ever tell you, you talk too much?" she asked him.

Laughing he nodded, "Everyone tells me that! Let's play ball if you're bad at sports maybe I'll win for once!" he said racing ahead with his ball up above his head.

Walking after him Larisa hoped he be willing to do some passing game because she still didn't have very good control over her legs. The next hour was spent with the both of them playing a terrible game of pass, she really couldn't play sports to save her life. Laying out in the middle of the aisle, she listen to John bidding goodbye to Timber, or Thompson, or maybe Cantebury. She forgot who was staying and quite frankly wasn't in the mood to look up and see which one it was.

Especially since as of lately they been switching up their bangs to screw with her.

Hearing John's little pitter pattering footsteps she looked up and was surprised to see him holding up one of her dresses. Anymore they all looked the same with mild differences. All were white flowing gowns that for the most part were sleeveless with different decorations. One had gold accents on the bodice, another had pearls, and one had silver stars sew on it.

Timber usually made the dresses and after she drew him a picture of what she liked he seemed to stick with the style and just switched up the design. Raising an eyebrow she nodded to the dress, "You're not taking that home and going to perform some voodoo on it are you?" she asked.

Frowning he cocked an eyebrow, "What's voodoo?" he asked curious.

Sighing she sat up, "The answer is debatable, some would say Voodoo is a brand of fake magic while others say it's real. All I know is it's usually described to act like a monkey's paw," she told him.

"Gives you what you want at a price?" he asked amused.

"Bingo…although I don't even remember people getting what they want for a price. Out of the magic it's the least desirable brand of magic in my opinion, I would prefer Wiccan magic to anything else. The kind Charmed preformed with active powers and potions and spells. Or just natural magic, magic connected to nature…just like Flying Witch. So what's with the dress?" she asked.

Beaming he actually moved around the magic talk and let the dress unfurl letting her see it was one that had been made to be extra flowy, with sheer sleeves that would reach her elbows a multicolored butterfly stitched to the chest, and a fluttering ribbon would show behind when it was tried off. Blushing shyly, he grinned, "This is the dress I saw you in! Timber said since he can make you dresses I can have them. He said they're made of fine material and some of them have actual gems. I'm going to turn them in for money! Not this one though. I'm keeping this one forever!" he said happily.

Smiling, Larisa reached over and fingered the dresses, it was her more favorable one but after hearing that she couldn't tell him no. His memories of her would fade but at least he would have this dress to remember he met true magic, "What are you going to do with the money?" she asked.

Grinning she balled the dressed up, "I'm going to give some to my mom and pops and the rest I'm using to travel the world! I'm going to discover real fairies! Not only that I want to go to the land of Orientals mostly just China and Japan since they're the coolest!" he said giddy.

Chuckling, Larisa sighed, "You're braver than me that's for sure; I couldn't ever imagine a life where I travel never settling down and being alone. Well not so much alone because you met new people all the time but I do better with people I'm close to," she said.

Gazing at her curious he smiled, "What do you want to do when you're all grown up?" he asked.

Frowning Larisa leaned back on her hands, "Well…the original dream was become an artist, struggle at the beginning before hitting it big eventually…hopefully before death. I don't like the idea of being famous after death," she told him. That dream changed however, "Now though…I'm going to be a queen of my own so my dreams of becoming an artist will have to be shelved…at least for a century. I'll help Sebastian get control of the underworld and when they're all dancing in the palm of his hand I'll give it a try," she told him, that was her plans for her future.

"You're going to be a queen? Like our queen?" he asked excited.

Laughing Larisa nodded, "Yep, I won't be much for the actual politics but I'll find a way to help Sebastian, I can do what Kotomi did but I want to be more of a help to Sebastian. I won't let him face the burden alone, I'll be with him and be his queen and a queen to everyone else," she said happily.

"Eh, so are you going to get married to him and everything?" he asked.

Nodding, Larisa sighed, "Hopefully…to be honest, there's a question I have to ask him and I don't know what I'll make of it when he answers. It happened before we knew each other and the soul was promised to him but I feel like I'll always be looking over my shoulder in fear of Ciel's soul," she muttered.

"…I don't know what you're talking about," said John.

"As it should be, you shouldn't know all my secrets!" she said reaching over to poke his nose.

"You have more secrets!" he asked excitedly.

Smiling at him Larisa reached over and gave him a gentle karate chop to the head, "Go home John, you got two more hours of daylight and I don't want you out on the streets at night or near night," she told him sternly, she was hearing more word of children disappearing. As much as she would like to help she really needed to avoid changing the past.

Laughing he charged out of the church with a grin, "Bye-bye fairy! I'll see you tomorrow!" he said running off.

Watching him till he was a tiny speck, Larisa surged to her feet and called out for Timber who appeared from the back with a new dress in hand and a needle in his mouth, "What is it that you need?" he asked diligently, going back to his sewing as if she didn't just interrupt him.

"Quick question before I tell you, why are they all white? I don't mind white of course but all your dresses are white!" she questioned

Every dress was that unmistakable pure, unspoiled white.

"You look better in white," he said.

"I do?" she said surprised.

"You make a lovely bride…seeing you in what is dubbed a brides color now is fitting," he said.

Smiling, Larisa nodded, "Thanks! And thanks for the dresses!" she said happily.

"What else do you need?" he questioned.

"Um…what was it…oh right, can I have paints? I would like to paint the walls! My fingers can't take anymore knife slips!" she said holding up her hand to show him all the various thin wounds on her fingers, all scabbed over but a little red.

"…We could heal those you know," he said frowning.

Shaking her head, she frowned, "No, I'm using these to help motivate me home! Sebastian will heal these as soon as I see him!" she said firmly.

Sighing Timber shook his head, "You should know if you don't get them healed before they disappear you can't heal them at all. Which means, if they scar you have those forever," he said firmly.

"All the more reason to go home! Besides, jerk Sebastian already left me with scars!" she said reaching down to pull up the heavy shirt to reveal a slender shaven pale leg. On her thigh was a discoloration in the shape of a bite mark. Then along her calf was a long thin scar he made when he dug his fingernail down, she didn't know how he did it but he somehow made that a mixture of painful and pleasurable.

Then in a jerk move he licked up the blood that trailed down from the wound before bandaging her, she would like to know what was with all his jerky scars. Letting she skirt drop back down she waited for Timber to summon up a box of paints before she went to work.

She got lost in all as she let it take over. Back home she often painted to mellow herself out, when she felt frustrated with her grades and anger to her father for yelling at her she painted. When she was having a bad day and thought of the death of her beloved kitties she painted. When she was excited, she painted, it had been so long since she had actually painted for fun.

So she never took notice of the remaining triplets returning, leaving her dinner, setting up candles, or when a surprise guest came in once the triplets let to do something on their own.

Hours later and covered in paint decorated a large section of the church wall. Larisa walked backwards and gazed at her finished work only to drop her brush in surprised. She didn't really plan anything for sure. She actually just let her subconscious take over and paint a picture for her. The finishing result…the sunroom. Everything she always saw when she sat in her seat across from Sebastian.

…she really did miss Sebastian.

This longing in her chest, this ache.

"Well you have talent I'll give you that," whispered a voice in her ear.

Jumping Larisa turned and found the face that was haunting her dreams, feeling excited for half a second it quickly faded when she caught a certain gleam in the demons eye. A gleam that didn't exist in her Sebastian, at least not when he looked at her. Sighing, disappointment flooded through her of course her Sebastian wasn't here. She was still in the past, "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be with my mouthy gramps?" she questioned.

Chuckling, Sebastian stepped back from her with a brilliant smile, "Yes, but he told me to come check on you while he was here in London. I'm glad to see your awake and well," he said smiling at her.

Frowning at that Larisa raised an eyebrow, "Wait? I thought I was hidden," she said.

"You are, I caught hint of your lovely aroma trailing off a dress some bubbly young boy had. He told me he got it as a gift from his fairy friend. I asked him where was this friend and he told me it was a secret and he seemed determined to keep it just that too. It wasn't till the young master called me by name that the boy got cooperative," he said walked around the lit up church.

John no doubt thought that this Sebastian was hers. He had seen the triplets so much and probably connected the fact that demons were exceptionally handsome, so he must have put two and two together. She would talk to him tomorrow about all this no doubt, "How will Claude not find me the way you are?" she asked.

Turning back to face her he smiled, "Because both Claude's are looking for a place of isolation. So far while you've been here, you and your ragtag team have stayed away from crowds. Even when you were that fake evil queen, you stayed away from the crowds. Save the one you lured in. He's determined you will hide away in isolation, which is why if I was you I would have chosen London…not to say here isn't good. This is a place everyone avoids, humans because of the sheer negativity in the air, demons because of the reminder of the war, and shinigamis for the same reason," he said.

"Maybe we should move…I hate churches," grumbled Larisa sitting on a pew.

"Kotomi was said to not be fond of the temples in her homeland either," said Sebastian amused.

Gazing at Sebastian she frowned, "Well…you saw me, report back to gramps…wait why are you guys here?" she asked curious.

"Children have gone missing right under the Queen's nose, she is stricken by these thefts and has called her watchdog to take care of it. No doubt it will be as disgusting as the other missions…you humans can be so vile at times!" he said amused.

"Like demons haven't done crazy crap like that! I happen to know for a fact there's a demon who likes to lock up girls he considers pure and torture them in a rather unique way!" said Larisa thinking or Loki.

Chuckling at that, Sebastian seated himself, "Something tells me you've met Loki. However your dig doesn't hurt little treasure. We demons know were wicked, only unlike you humans we don't pretend otherwise, we're completely true to ourselves," he said.

"Yeah, yeah, you're the superior race who just so happens to have to rely on another race! I mean you can argue we're the same by having to rely on cows, chickens, and whatever animal we eat but we at least have multiple food sources unlike you! For such a superior race you think you would have some variety to your diet!" she snorted.

"Touché," said Sebastian.

Sitting back for a minute, Larisa turned her gaze to him with a frown, "…Can I ask you a question?" she questioned him hopeful. Nodding he peered at her and waited for her to speak up. Sitting in silence for a moment, Larisa gathered her thoughts before she spoke, "…Knowing what you do now? Knowing that you'll lose Ciel's soul for reasons unknown to both of us…why would you show up in that flower field not knowing you would get the treasure by doing that?" she asked him.

Eyeing her, Sebastian frowned, "I can answer that but my answer can change. Just like you so often remember when you gaze upon me I'm not the Sebastian you know. Therefore my answer is mine…for now, but my interest may change in the future. So I can't give you an answer. At least not a reassuring one because it can always change with the time," he said.

Frowning, Larisa sat back, "You may not be as sweet as mine but at least you're annoying traits are familiar," she said sighing, finally seeing a glimmer of her Sebastian. Sitting in total silence again, Larisa peeked over and found Sebastian gazing at her with his Cheshire smile, "Do you want blood?" she asked already holding out her arm for him.

Gazing at the pale arm, Sebastian grabbed it and yanked her toward him. Falling against him, Larisa looked up with a glare only to find Sebastian face to face with her. All she could see was his eyes, she always thought they were brown, maybe that was just her time. Gently grabbing her face, Sebastian smiled, "To be perfectly honest I much rather have a kiss," he said squeezing her cheeks to make her do the duck face.

Gazing at him suspiciously, Larisa cocked her eyebrow and spoke through her pursed lips, "Why would you want to kiss me?" she asked wondering what was up.

Smiling and looking pleased she didn't start freaking out, Sebastian pulled back only slightly, "Well much like how Adam and Eve were tempted by the forbidden fruit of knowledge, I find myself tempted by your lips. You've made such a big deal about me not kissing you and even when I tried to sneak one from you, yes I was tempted to steal one from you as you slept," he said amused by her look of shock, "Anyways, your servant stopped me from my wish…so…may I kiss you?" he questioned.

Frowning, Larisa gaze him with a blank expression, "Do what you want," she muttered.

Smirking Sebastian leaned in before pausing when he found nothing in her expression. No bashful blush, no tremoring, just absolutely nothing. Pulling back he sighed, "I guess I'll just wait a century or so," he said sighing. Getting a raised eyebrow, he smiled, "Don't look so surprised, even I'm not evil enough to force a kiss on girl who doesn't want it. Well that's a lie, but there's a difference in kissing a girl who yells at you claiming hate and one who simply doesn't want it," he said.

"Ah, even when you're a jerk your sensitive!" she joked.

Reaching over he grabbed a lock of hair and twirled it, "Well I am a being of desire I can read the desires of both humans and demon. That niffy little ability is telling me right now that you have none for me!" he said casually tucking the lock behind her ear.

"Then read my desire," said Larisa.

Sitting still, Sebastian gazed at her before smiling and leaned down to whisper into her ear, "My bride," he said softly.

Closing her eyes, Larisa smiled but shook her head, "It's just not the same," she sighed.

"How about a stroll to get your mind off things," he offered standing up and holding out his hand.

Gazing at him Larisa smiled but shook her head, "Thanks, but no. You need to get back to my very evil and annoying Grandfather…who is no doubt kicking puppies right now," she snorted.

"You don't like your grandfather!" said Sebastian amused.

Shrugging, Larisa gazed up at the high ceiling, "I don't know him well enough to make a real opinion of him. All I know is that he's sort of a jerk, controlling for sure, and kind of a brat. Not to mention he's broken, he puts on a brave face but I can see he's the type to ball it up inside. He doesn't want to face his problems, something that carries on to my Ciel. Sometimes it's like I have to go at it with a pair of wire pliers before he tells me what's wrong," she said sighing in annoyance.

"Well boys are taught they shouldn't act or show their feelings. It's only natural that he would think like that, the young master is the same but he keeps quiet more out of contempt for me," Sebastian confessed.

"Well I don't blame him, you do seem like a jerk!" she snorted.

Looking unbothered by her comment Sebastian stood up, "He's the one who asked me to be completely honest with him, I am simply following orders. Speaking of orders, I must return to the townhouse," he said standing up pulling out a pocket watch. Snapping it shut he smiled, "It is time for the young masters evening tea, well then Larisa it was a pleasure to see you again and I feel this will be my last visit. There is stirring in the shadows and that tells me Claude will probably attack soon. One can only guess it'll be me who he's targeting and if he is I guess I should ask you to wish me luck!" he said amused.

Gazing at his smilingly face, Larisa sighed and walked up to him grabbing the end of his jacket. Seeing this Sebastian lean down to hear her words only to get a flash of surprise. Going up on her tippy toes Larisa allowed her lips to brush against Sebastian's. Feeling that electrical rush that always came with kissing her demon king, Larisa held back from the lovey dove sigh and just stepped closers.

Unlike what she thought kissing Sebastian, past or present was no different. The same feel, the same spark, the same smell, and deep down the same guy. Staying in lip lock till she felt the last of her energy leave her, Larisa stumbled back and collapsed into the pew at once feeling her eyes get heavy. Femi told her she wouldn't have to worry about that when she turned seventeen. After that the gates would open and any time she kissed Sebastian no matter how much it made her happy and matter how much energy she gave she would never experience ill repercussions like this.

Reaching up she could feel her head swimming, "I hate that after effect," she muttered shaking her head as if trying to dislodge the dizziness she felt inside.

"…It was like submerging in an ocean," commented Sebastian catching her attention.

Looking up she found the man wearing a look of concentration his eyes closed as he remember the flow of that energy pouring into him. It felt like he was falling into an ocean of power when she kissed him and what's more…under that ocean was an even deeper one waiting to be discovered. Gazing over as she slumped over fast asleep, Sebastian frowned, "It really does bring to question why her soul is able to do this, Kotomi's as well," he muttered before reaching over.

Moving her around, he laid her out on the pew before giving her a goodbye and taking his leave.

He visited ruins all across England ones he was sure Larisa would find charming, he looked in hidden places the triplets knew about, and he even went to Hannah. Nothing though. Sitting outside the manor her brother and best friend stayed, he listen to their chatter but found no leads. "Larisa hasn't returned and she won't be returning. I already told your younger self so leave," said Shiro from behind.

Ignoring him Claude kept gazing at the house, if he took one of them then Larisa would come for them, unless she wasn't in contact with them in anticipation he would do this. Which was no doubt fact, damn, he needed to find her but how exactly could he find her when she didn't want to be found!

If she left it to the triplets she would no doubt go to that church that was taboo for their kind but that would be a big fat no, Larisa was terrified of religion. She would avoid it like the plague. Still she would never leave England not with Sebastian's life on the line. He didn't have a doubt that she would have the triplet stalking Sam and Ciel…that's it!

Standing up he ignore Shiro and leap away. If he couldn't find her he would just find them! She would have one of them keep an eye on her sister and brother. There was no way she would like them go uncheck so now all he had to do was wait and find one of them then stalk the to her hideout!

Now he just had to figure out how and where they were hiding as they spied!

There was but one rule you must commit to when you become a queen's butler. Her wish is your command, if she wanted blue roses in the castle you turn white roses blue. If she wants a cake to look like it was made of lace you have it made. And if she wants a girl rumored to be a fairy you go to the church she's rumored to stay at and catch her off guard.

You learn a lot about a persona when you catch them off guard.

Just what kind of person they were, a killer or a weakling.

He was a killer who prayed on the weaklings, although tonight his sword wouldn't taste blood but it had tasted the blood of many weaklings who tried to sneak up to kill the queen only to find him instead. The look of pure shock that stalled their reactions, a deadly mistake when facing him. Moving across the moor quieter than a mouse, Charles came upon the old church. Gazing at it his eyes narrowed, it had been some time since he last saw this place up close but someone had fixed it up.

The roof was no longer caved in and he could smell fresh paint. It still looked lonely and desolated but there were some fixes. Slipping in as quiet as a shadow, he darted in and hid before taking a look only to find nothing. This room was bare and the only difference was the weeds had been picked. Looking around he paused catching sight of the back wall. Correction, the weeds had been picked and someone painted a sunroom on one of the walls. Great technique and the room looked nice and homey, heading over he sniffed the paint and from the smell it was fresh.

Reaching over he touched it and found dark brown stuck to his fingers.

Wet.

Looking around light caught his eye, watching the flickering candlelight he followed it to the back room where usually the office of whoever was in charge. So that was where this fairy live. Heading toward the back he slipped in and hide behind the closet thing before peeking over only to get floor at the sight of an undressing girl. She wore rather revealing undergarments, just two small pieces of clothe that covered her chest and rear end.

Feeling his face burn it took everything he had to keep from barreling out of the room for walking in at her during a time when she was indecent. Waiting till the rustling of clothes was gone, he peeked up and gave an inaudible sigh of relief to find her fully clothe.

…although they were rather odd clothes if he was to be perfectly honest. She wore a dark grey short sleeve top that was free of buttons and it had some strange blue monster eating cookies printed on it and she a pair of dark blue fuzzy looking pants with the same monster. What the heck was with those clothes?!

Listening her sigh, he gazed as she situated herself on the bed, "Ah nothing like jammies from your own time to make you feel at home…at least as much as they can! I don't think I'll ever get use to this church house…seriously why a church house," she muttered flopping back on the bed.

'Own time…curious words,' he thought to himself.

Peeking out Charles watched her for a couple of minutes as she got ready for bed. Ritual wise she seemed normal enough; she brushed her hair, washed her face, and read from some book. Then she blew out some candle and he waited till she was fast sleep. Coming out from his hiding spot he lit a candle with some matches and walked over to the bed. Holding it up high he let the light bath her but not enough to wake her.

Letting his eyes trail along her form he took immediate notice of the lack of wings, bending down to get a closer look at her face he frowned because all he found was some half breed. Someone of Japanese lineage and no doubt English. As far as he knew the fairies were supposed to be rather alien looking, sure she was pretty cute but not the alien perfect beauty that books talked about.

Flowers were supposed to be jealous of fairies beauty.

"If you're not a fairy what are you?" he questioned calmly.

He of course never thought she was a fairy but he at least expected her to be more fairly like, but it seemed his first thoughts were correct she was just some crazy girl. Who chose to reluctantly live in a church house she obviously wasn't fond of in the least? Sighing he blew out the candle and put it down, tomorrow he would return and then he would see just who this mysterious girl was.

Tomorrow he would find out.

So what do you think! It should wrap up in the next chapter! Hopefully, you never know because sometimes you start writing you get more ideas and before you know it its transformed into something else but the past adventure is definitely coming to an end!