I jerk back a bit, hair falling like a curtain as I start away quickly. I needed space. Space to think. My hands fluttered about quickly, fidgeting like a crack head as I paced about grave stones. Clearly thinking quickly while arguing with myself.

I was moving in wide and quick strides about the space. Why would anyone want to marry me? Me. Of all people. Isn't that a bit fast? It had been less than a month and he was already-Hundreds of things were flashing about my mind. But I was aware of his eyes upon me.

He frowned from where he was by the pole, where I left him.

"Faelyn."

Right. So the idea was there to begin with. Maybe that was his game the whole time. He's one of those old fashioned types. Yeah. Just find who you like and marry them. Like. Forever. Forever ever. Oh gosh! What if it totally doesn't work out?

What if, like down the line, how ever long that is, he ends up being a big douche? Or I do?! Oh shit! I'm the worst person in the world. What if I get screwed up one day and accidentally make a move on somebody? Would he kill them? Hurt me?

I was jerked to a stop, hands grasping my upper arms. I blink, coming out of my panic driven thoughts. Slowly, my head tilts back to look up to him. I knew my eyes were wide, like I was looking the hangman in the eyes while he held the lever to my platform. My heart was beating fast, breathing near gasping.

"Faelyn," he says lowly, eyes tight, clearly anxious by my reaction. "You will hyperventilate. Calm yourself."

"This is a horrible idea."

That got a sound look of a dark frown. "Pardon?"

My eyes flick about, hands motioning as best they could in his grasp. "Marriage." I motion to myself. "I'm the worst person. I was raised against them!"

"You're telling me no?"

That held a hint of danger to it, hands tightening a bit. This went unnoticed, frantic almost.

"I mean, I never even planned to marry. Like, I thought I'd just be that old cat lady and scare the neighborhood kids. This, this is serious stuff. I'm horrible with serious. I could screw something up! What if you don't like me later?! People always get tired of me!"

He looked like I smacked him with a rotten fish. "You…"

And there went the gears. I lightly swat his chest. "What the hell is wrong with you?! Why would you want to marry me? Me?! Of all people?"

His head fell back. And he laughed deeper and louder than before. I was yanked into his chest, arms curling about me.

"Damned it!" I cry in aggravation, swatting more. "This isn't funny!"

It was a long while before there was a sort of calm between us. He found it damned hilarious. He thought I wouldn't marry him because of who he was, what he was. Honestly, why did that matter? It hadn't mattered before. Why would it now?

We may or may not have spent a good deal of time…

It was the last thing I would think to do, but I really didn't know if I wanted to say 'No'. I liked him. Loved him. Sure, he got jealous. Maybe I would too. He'd never had me in a situation where I could get jealous.

It sort of sold it more when he told me about soul mates. It sort of fit. I was attracted to him at sight. We sort of clicked. Sure, it was fast. But when did I follow a norm? Sure it was sketchy. Guy made a contract years back to get a female of the family. Shows up to 'take' one of us. He'd done nothing wrong. Not in my view.

Sure. He could just want to keep me around for blood, sex and to 'own' me. But I saw it as a two way street. He had a nice ass that I would love to stare at. Amazing in the sack. Both win-wins. But when he tries to tell me to do something I don't want to, Hell will shake.

So, at dusk, we did it. Me following at his direction.

I was still a bit tired from waking up late in the next day. He made it far easier to get from there. I was laughing, his arm about me as we moved back toward Sook's. I had a faint blush at something he'd said.

"Warlow!"

He dodged to the side, hand flinging out. The blue bolt of light hit Gramps. It seemed an instant reaction as he dodged that light from Gramps. It left a mess in the tree it hit.

I took a step forward, alarmed at how Gramps was just out. "Gramps?"

A squelching sound came from behind me. And I knew with a sick feeling. I whirled.

"No!" I scream out, launching forward.

There were no dimples as the flesh seemed to crack. A stake right through his chest and Jason behind him. Jason held such victorious pride.

"Take that, Warlow!"

"Macklyn!" I shriek, eyes burning as I felt my heart clench.

And then he fell to a glowy mess of dead vampire.

"MACKLYN!"
I was on my knees, hand frozen mid reach for the mess. I couldn't get breath. Could feel my throat closing as tears came and fell in a steady flow. I was letting out this horrid gasping, squeaky sound while trying to breath around this pain.

It was like loosing Antony again. This time, I could have helped.

And I let out a sheer scream of enraged pain, hands sinking in to the dirt.

"Hey, hey. It's alright, Fae. We got 'em."

A snarl left me, arm swinging up wide and fast with more than just my physical strength. Jason was smacked clean off his feet, whirling hard to skid down the path. He thumped into Gramps as he was getting up.

"How could you?!" I shriek, scrambling to my feet in the heels. "How COULD you?!"

Jason looked horrified, clearly pained from the hit. But both looked at me in alarm. It may be the way my power had my dress and hair dancing. Or it was the show of my new side. I'd lean toward both.

I let out a bellow of my emotional pain, hands fisting by my chest as I arch out with it. "No!"

"Fae?"

"Get the fuck away from me!"

I fell to my knees. I wanted so badly to hurt him. Hurt them. Maim them. Kill them. Eat them. But I loved them. Jason most of all. How could he just- I screamed out again, hands in my hair as I fell in a heap by the mess that was Macklyn, Ben.

"Go away," I sob, hair falling into the mess.

"Fae, please," Jason pleads. His voice wheezed, pained. I could smell his blood.

My head snapped up, animalistic snarl leaving as glowing eyes and razor sharp teeth snap at him. He jerked back with a yelp, Gramps holding his own ball of light as if to use in case.

There was blood on Jason's face from a small wound where his cheek hit something.