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The storm had passed the following day; dark clouds disappeared to invite the rising sun. The creatures of the forest emerged from their safe areas to welcome the new day. The morning birds sang once again and flew past the small village with their noise. The villagers spent the early morning repairing any major damage the storm may have done; thankfully, there were none. Several leaves and branches were thrown into the streets and a few fences were out of place, but no farm animals were hurt, no property was in shambles and whatever tree that fell away from the village was quickly chopped up and made into materials for other use.

Blossom was curled up in her bed underneath the warm quilt blankets. Last night, Dexter returned her to her father safe and sound. She apologized for giving him so much worry, but the Professor was relieved to have her safe and sound. Blossom heard the bird chirping outside and the people doing their chores and preparations for the festivities today.

Blossom's eighteenth birthday was today.

She knew this, which was why she stayed in bed longer than expected. However, her father had yet to come in a scold her for wasting the day in bed. He was probably too busy with preparations himself. Blossom was looking outside the window, until she heard a knock on her door. Thinking it was her father, Blossom sat up in her bed, reached for her red ribbon on her nightstand, and tied her hair up. "Come in."

The door open and a blur of blue and blonde jumped from the doorway and on top of Blossom. "Blossom!" The blue girl wrapped her arms around Blossom for a tight hug. "Good morning and Happy Birthday!"

Blossom smiled and hugged the girl back. "Thank you, Bubbles!"

Bubbles Jojo was around the same age as Blossom, eighteen, and like Blossom, Bubbles was considered to be a village beauty. She had golden hair that shines in the sun, big twinkling sky blue eyes, and a smile that will warm the iciest of hearts. Bubbles was named for her happy and bubbly personality. She would talk to every villager every day and would spread happiness to anyone she saw. Unlike Blossom, Bubbles was already married four months ago to a man named Boomer Jojo.

Boomer was Bubbles's childhood sweetheart and promised to marry her when they were very young. Until now, Boomer worked very hard to earn enough money to buy her a ring, but he could only afford to buy a small golden band. Despite this, Bubbles loved the ring the never took if off to this day. Bubbles and Boomer had been happily married ever since.

Bubbles happily bounced on Blossom's bed. "I can't believe you're eighteen now! You must be so excited!"

"She doesn't look excited if she stayed in bed this long." The two girls looked toward the doorway to see a raven-haired woman leaning against the wall. The woman had short black hair and enchanting green eyes. Unlike the rest of the women in the village, the raven-haired woman wore clothing similar to a man's.

Bubbles pouted. "Buttercup, it's her birthday! Congratulate her!"

Buttercup smiled at Blossom. "Happy Birthday, Blossom."

Buttercup Lin was different from the rest of the girls of the village. While girls would keep their hair long, Buttercup had her hair chopped to her chin, and while other girls were focused on finding a husband, Buttercup was more concerned about her role as a huntress. Being the only huntress in the village, Buttercup's ideal profession was frowned upon by the villagers, but her skills were very valuable that it would be a waste to force her to quit. Dexter and the rest of the hunters agreed.

But that also meant that Buttercup was the attraction of several stronger men, for some would rather prefer a strong woman to be by their side. Buttercup constantly refused all marriage requests ever since she was eighteen, and only wanted to be huntress to protect her village. Even now, at age twenty, Buttercup was a force not to be treated lightly. Bubbles and Blossom loved her all the same.

"I'm fine. I guess you can say I'm a bit tired from yesterday."

"I bet! What were you thinking? Going out to the forest when a storm approaches?" Buttercup scolded. "I'm surprised you haven't caught a deathly cold."

Blossom laughed at her friend's sudden "Big Sister" attitude. "By the time the storm began, Dexter arrived to take me back."

"OOOH!" Bubbles squealed. "I saw you two riding into town together! His arms were securely wrapped around you protecting you from the harsh elements. It was such a sight I bet Princess was so infuriated!"

Buttercup rolled her eyes and Blossom giggled. "It wasn't as romantic as you pictured it."

"But Blossom! You don't know how many girls would die to be in your place. In the eyes of Dexter Alexandrov." Bubbles swooned but quickly sat up. "Except me, of course, because Boomer is my one and only!" She swooned.

Buttercup smiled at the blonde. "Did you tell Blossom the news yet?"

Blossom looked up and Bubbles with concern. "What news?"

Bubbles beamed at Blossom with a lovely smile. "No, dear, it's not any tragic news." Bubbles gently took Blossom's hand and placed it on her stomach. Blossom looked up to her friend in realization. "I'm pregnant."

The two girls squealed in excitement and Blossom gave her friend a gentle hug. "Bubbles! This is such exciting news! How long are you?"

"Well…about two months, I think."

"Bubbles congratulations!" Blossom smiled. "Does Boomer know?"

Bubbles shook her head. "Not yet. I just found out a few weeks ago, but I'm not sure how to tell Boomer. I know he always wanted children; we've talked about this before, and I know he'll be so happy about the news!"

"So tell him today!"

Bubbles frowned. "Blossom, no. This is your special day. I don't want to overshadow your birthday,"

Buttercup rolled her eyes in frustration. "You can't keep this secret forever, silly-head! Tell him later today after the celebration!" She huffed and flicked Bubbles's forehead.

"Ow!" The blonde whined rubbing her forehead. "Okay fine!" Blossom and Buttercup laughed at her.

"Alright. Let's go to get ready and leave Blossom to her morning preparations. It is her special day after all."

"Oh of course! We will talk later Blossom!" Bubbles smiled giving her friend one last hug before departing. Blossom bid her best friends a temporary farewell before pulling herself out of bed.

After taking a hot bat, Blossom quickly got dressed in her favorite party dress, and after a few brushes of her hair, she tied it in a high ponytail making sure her bangs do not completely cover her eyes. She looked at herself in the mirror with a content sigh, stalling to step out of her room for as long as possible. Most girls would be excited for their eighteenth birthday; a coming-of-age ceremony that began a life of an adult. Such responsibility and freedom was that every girl dreamed off, but to Blossom, it meant being moved from one prison to another.

A knock on her door interrupted Blossom from her thoughts once again, making her realize how deep in thought she had been lately. Upon no answer, the door opened to reveal her father carrying an array of flower arrangements. With a warm smile, he gave his only daughter a hug.

"I knew this day would come. If your mother were still here, she would have been so proud."

Upon the mention of her mother, Blossom remembered the words her grandmother told her; how the old woman had preferred Camilla to marry Brick instead of the Professor. The very idea made her wonder about the history between her mother and Brick. She knew Brick and her mother were very good friends. Brick would often talk fondly of Camilla, sometimes as if she was a past lover. He was hurt to discover her mother's death, but he learned to move on, unlike her grandmother.

The Professor pulled her out of the hug and revealed Blossom's first present of the day; a gold pendent wrapped in simple, but durable string to make into a necklace. Blossom stared at the necklace in awe.

"Father. Where did you get this necklace from? How much did you have to give to acquire this?" Blossom asked worryingly causing her father to chuckle.

"This was your mother's." He explained wrapping the necklace gently around his daughter's neck. "She always wore it on her. She said it was her mother's and now, it's only right that it will be given to you."

The necklace hung around her neck just landing at her chest. The pendant was small with little markings engraved around it. "Father. It's beautiful."

"Come. I think you've spent too much time indoors."

The Professor smiled leading her outside. This was the first time in her life that Blossom dreaded going outdoors. The Professor opened the front door letting the fresh rays of the early sun drown her vision and cheering voices of the people filled her ears. Her senses her bombarded with thick smells of baked bread and sweet treats, the children's screaming filled her ears, the sights of colorful cloth and string decorating the entire village were more than enough evidence to know that Blossom's birthday was a well-planned and most anticipated event. The moment Blossom stepped forward, the band began playing joyful music and the people began to surround Blossom; women congratulating her for turning eighteen, elderly wishing her long years, and young children presenting her with an assortment of flower crowns to wear all day.

The morning was filled with nothing but attention for Blossom. The birthday girl was lead to a special wooden chair decorated with pink and red flowers, cloth and string. It was a special throne made for her so that she may enjoy the festivities in comfort. Once Blossom sat, the ceremony began with men and women lining up to give their presents to the birthday girl, presents that Blossom will open later in the day. Afterwards, the village would partake in games and dancing. By noon, food was offered. All of Blossom's favorites; baked chicken with berries and lettuce on the side, steamed carrots soaked in honey, and wheat bread filled with butter. Dessert was reserved until later.

The food was delicious in her mouth sending her taste buds into absolute bliss. She was sure to give her utmost respects to the cooks who prepared this feast. The children began to gather flowers from a nearby field and played with her hair with braids and flowers. The village would continue the festivities and conversational merriment. The village girls would gather around the birthday girl in giggling gossip about eligible bachelors for Blossom. Of course, the topic of conversation was Blossom and Dexter.

"Blossom! You have to tell us about last night!"

"Yes! Yes! Dexter escorting you back to the village must have been a dream come true!"

"Are his arms really muscular? It must be if he had to carry all of those weapons."

While the girls continued to ask her questions, Blossom's eyes wander elsewhere until she saw Dexter on the other side talking to another hunter. He eyes looked up to meet hers for a moment before he returned to the conversation.

"Oh hush your silly talk!" Princess screeched. Her freckled cheeks were puffed and red with jealously. Her dark brown eyes were set on a glare towards Blossom, who clearly had no interest in her. Her thick, curly mane was the same shade as Blossom's, but on the mayor's daughter, it was aesthetically unappealing. "Dexter Alexandrov has no interest in courting such an animal as Blossom. She spends so much time in the woods, she might as well learn to live like one."

Bubbles frown. "Princess! This is Blossom's birthday! Please be nicer to her today. Of all days!"

Princess rolled her eyes scoffed. "Just remember that my father is the village leader, so I will be one to be named Dexter's bride. It's only natural."

"As well as being such a bi—"

Blossom put a hand on Buttercup's arm, stopping her from speaking such foul language she was notorious for doing. Blossom did not want this conversation to drag out into something she would regret later.

"Princess. Let's be peaceful; at least for today." Blossom offered only for the spoiled brat to roll her eyes. Suddenly, the Professor began ringing the bell in his hands.

"Gather around so that Blossom may open her presents and we may eat cake!" The villagers, young and old, cheered in excitement; the presents were waiting in anticipation for Blossom to open and everyone was waiting to see what the town's beauty was given.

The Professor lead his daughter back to her chair, where everyone gathered around, and handed her the first present received from Buttercup Lin. Blossom unwrapped the gift to reveal a leather-bound book with empty sheets of paper. The book was engraved with several flower petals on the cover along with her name on the bottom right corner. Buttercup smiled at her friend's delighted face.

"I remembered you told how much you liked writing. So I made you little writing book so you can…. write in." The tomboy rubbed her neck embarrassingly before Blossom sat up to wrap her arms around her friend's neck.

"It's lovely. I'll write in it every day. Thank you, Buttercup."

The next present was from Boomer and Bubbles. Blossom opened it to reveal a coral pink summer dress with white lace stitched on the edges. Blossom gasped along with the rest of the villagers as she felt the soft fabric on her fingertips and pressed the dress again her body. It was so beautiful and color was so fetching. Bubbles was always a talented seamstress. Blossom gave Bubbles and Boomer and bright smile and hugged her friends.

"Oh, this dress is wonderful!"

Boomer chuckled giving Blossom a pat on the back. "It was no problem, but you should thank Bubbles. She made it."

Bubbles pouted at her husband. "Oh Boomer! It was your idea!"

Blossom continued to receive everyone's gifts, opening them and thanking everyone for their wonderful and thoughtful presents. Everyone had brought her handmade gifts and they were all assortments of clothing, trinkets and other useful items Blossom will use in the future. Eventually, the last present Blossom opened happened to be from Dexter. Blossom carefully unwrapped the gift, as she did with other, and in doing so, caused plenty of suspense amongst the villagers.

"Oh! What did Dexter give you, Blossom?!" Bubbles hopped in her spot.

"Bubbles. Be patient. It's Blossom's day." Buttercup scolded.

Once Blossom removed the wrapping, her stomach dropped once it revealed a small wooden box. The people gasped at the sudden reveal and began whispering to each other over Dexter's bold move. Blossom looked up at the ingenious hunter with uncertainty and a hint of nervousness; but she should let her fear show, Brick taught her that. Dexter stared back at her in an unreadable expression, and Blossom opened the box. The suspense was anticlimactic from what was in the box; it was a red ribbon.

However, it wasn't any regular ribbon. The fabric was made of fine material, so smooth like silk with purple edges. It was decorated in expert stitching that created into a series of flower, trees and rivers throughout the entire ribbon. It was beautifully made and quite expensive looking. It put the townspeople in awe, as did Blossom.

"This is beautiful, Mr. Alexandrov. You didn't have to acquire such a pricey item such as this for me." Blossom thanked humbly.

Dexter shook his head. "It was no trouble, Ms. Utonium. You are now an…adult now, so I saw it fitting that you had something to corroborate your adulthood. I figured it was for you to trade away your old ribbon for something better."

Blossom chose to hold her tongue from his arrogant comment. Now that she thought about, Dexter was probably showing off his wealth by buying her expensive items in order to prove himself as an excellent provider. It was a sick display in Blossom's case as she never cared for expenses. But she had to remain defiant and show Dexter that she was uninterested.

She shut the box while narrowing her gaze at him. "Thank you, Mr. Alexandrov." She said curtly ending another conversation. Dexter said nothing and nodded his head.

By the time presents were opened, cake and desserts were served as promised. The sweet berries and pastries were handed out and everyone enjoyed themselves in more merrymaking. The musician gathered together with their instruments and began playing songs for people to enjoy. The townsfolks began singing and dancing, while others opted to talking and playing games. Blossom was content with watching other people dance and enjoy themselves, even though it was her birthday.

Blossom searched the crowd for her friends. Buttercup was sitting at an open table with other men of her hunting parting engaging in arm wrestling matches. It was a hilarious sight to see; large, burly and muscular men were being outmatched in strength by a small raven-haired woman. Some would argue and simply call Buttercup an Amazonian descent. Sweat on her brow, eyes locked in fierce determination, black hair cut short, legs spread apart in the pair of trousers she wore, Buttercup Lin was a far cry away from the ideal lady, but she was still beautiful in her own way. Something that Blossom admired.

Bubbles was farther away with her husband. The couple had separated themselves from the festivities for a private conversation. Blossom couldn't understand what they were talking about, but from the way Bubbles was fidgeting, she imagined Bubbles was going to spill the big news. Bubbles' nervousness made Boomer concerned as he gently grabbed his wife by her shoulders. After taking a deep breath, Bubbles stared at Boomer in his eye and spoke. Boomer stood their speechless for what seemed like an eternity until he shouted at the top of his lungs and picked Bubbles up in the air and the two began spinning around. Blossom cried happily and smiled witness her friends' happiness. The couple hugged and kissed each other at the idea of starting a family, Blossom only wished the best for them.

"Would you like to dance?" Blossom was brought back into reality from Dexter's sudden question. Blossom hadn't realized he had been standing so close to her until he spoke; she wondered how long he had been standing next to her.

Blossom shook her head. "No thank you." She said turning away from the hunter.

"It is your birthday. I imagined you would enjoy some merriment with people you care about."

"I would much rather watch my loved one enjoy themselves. It makes me happier know that—"

She stopped dead on her tracks once she felt a familiar presence in the area. Blossom couldn't describe "how" or "why" she had this feeling that she was being watched; by a particular entity.

He was here.

"Ms. Utonium, are you all right?"

But where? She looked around the area, in crowd of dancing people, in the outskirts, around the edges of the woods, but she couldn't find him. Probably playing one of his mystical tricks. As she looked around, Blossom continued to ignore Dexter's question of concern.

"Blossom?"

"Abandon that pest. Come and fine me."

Oh yes. Brick was here, and he wanted to play a childish game with her.

How fun.

Without a word to Alexandrov, Blossom left his side in search of her true lover. She avoided the people and moved to the outer areas of the party away from unwanted eyes. She scurried from house to house missing young children, who would run and play not caring of the world around them. Blossom knew she had to hurry or else people would notice the birthday girl absent from her own day.

"Think Blossom. Where could he be?"

….

Her home.

Blossom picked up her dress and made run for her house more excited than she had ever been all day. Once she reached her house, she had to maneuver and hide from growing numbers of people so they wouldn't spot her and distract her. That Brick always liked to pick the most difficult of places to hide, but Blossom was more than resourceful to figure out how to get inside. The front door was very busy with people, so it would be impossible for her to go through there. She only had one option left: the windows.

Sneaking as quietly as she could, Blossom spotted her bedroom window with the shudders open wide, and with no one else around, this was the perfect opportunity. She wasted no time running toward her window and pulling herself up and over the open window. All those times with Buttercup had certainly paid off. But before she could bring her entire body inside, she felt a pair of large hands pull her in her room and Blossom fell to the ground. Instead of landing on the wooden floor, her fall was cushioned by Brick's body.

"And here I thought you were the more graceful one." He chuckled.

"Brick!" She leaned down and greeted him with a kiss on the lips. Before their lip locking became passionate, Blossom stopped him. "Wait." She quickly got off him, and turned to close the shudder windows making sure that they—mostly Brick—were out of the village's eyes.

Without warning, Brick grabbed Blossom and tossed her on the bed in a rough but gentle manner. She yelped at Brick's abrupt action, but before she could scold him, Brick quickly found his way climbing on top of her. Hovering over her with a smug smirk caused Blossom to blush greatly, but she tried her best to hide it away.

"You can't hide anything from me, my dear."

"No. But that doesn't mean I can't try." Her snark was rewarded with a sharp bite on her neck causing her to squeal loudly, but she covered her mouth from drawing too much noise. "Brick!"

"Couldn't help myself. You are so irresistible like this." He licked his lips hungrily.

"Is that my fault? I didn't throw myself on the bed, did I? And please don't tell me you came all this way just to ravish me?" Her valid accusations made Brick groan.

"You are right." He smiled at her lovingly. "Happy Birthday." He reached down and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you. And I hope you didn't get me a present."

"You stopped me from giving it to you." He pouted jokingly earning a smack on the arm from Blossom. Suddenly, Brick noticed the small pendant around Blossom's neck and reached for it. "…. where did you get this?"

"It was a present from father. He said it was my mother's."

Brick smiled fondly at the memories the pendant brought. "Camilla never took this off. Ever. Ida gave it to her when she was young, and Camilla treasured it more than anything she ever owned."

This was the first time Blossom ever heard of this necklace. She sat up and asked Brick. "What was so special about it?"

Holding the pendant in his hand, Brick began tracing the markings. "It was marked for protection for whoever wore it. Its magic still lingers."

"This pendant is magic?"

"Not actively, but yes, it is."

Blossom stared at her necklace in awe. Her mother wore this hoping to give it her one day, like her grandmother did. Thoughts of them resurfaced back and her heart ached at the memory of her mother; the woman who gave her life, but whose life was taken away in turn. She passed when Blossom was very young.

A hand on her cheek brought her back to reality and she was met with ruby red eyes filled with concern and attention. His eyes were checking around her face for any signs of tears or sadness; Brick was always protective of her.

"You miss her?"

She nodded. "All the time, but I know she's at peace now. I'm happy for the memories we shared, and everything she left behind for me. I miss her, but I cannot be sad forever."

Brick stared the woman before him; her braided locks covered in flowers and petals, her glowing flawless skin, pink eyes shining with hidden wisdom beyond her years, she was beautiful, probably the most beautiful thing he has ever seen upon this wretched world. He asked why would such beauty be with a terrible creature as himself, but now, it doesn't matter.

She was his.

And he had no intentions of letting her go.

"I suppose you're right." Brick's sharp hearing picked the sounds of villagers taking about Blossom and wondering where she went. "They're looking for you."

Blossom sighed. "I suppose it would happen sooner or later. Well, I guess I should go—" As she tried to sit up, Brick forcefully pushed her back down on the bed. "Brick!"

"Who said you could go? Besides, I still need to give you your birthday present." Blossom grabbed his hands before they find their way under her dress.

"Brick, I'm serious. You need to go before someone finds you."

Brick rolled his eyes. "Oh please. This village has spent years doing so. They'll never find me even when I'm under their noses. Besides," He stood up and grabbed her arm to pull her against his chest. "I came for the festivities."

"The festivities?"

"Yes. I wanted to be sure that some unworthy human has stolen my red hooded bride away."

Blossom giggled. "You shouldn't worry. Their fancy trinkets and presents had not swayed me."

"Blossom? Sweetheart, are you here—?!" The couple were so absorbed in each other that had failed to notice the Professor walking in the house calling for Blossom. The second he barged in the room and spotted Brick, Brick's eyes began to glow and he uttered the words:

"Sleep."

And the Professor dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes. He laid silent and motionless, except for the occasional snoring. Blossom groaned and put her hands to her forehead.

"That was too close! What am I going to say once he wakes up?" She pondered.

"Tell him that you're running away with a handsome wolf, and you'll live your life being happy and free to do as you desire."

She hesitated and giggled sadly. "A whimsical idea, that it. I hope you are not serious."

"And if I am?" Those words made Blossom tense as she stared at Brick.

"B-Brick. Something like that… I cannot."

"Why? Why not? What else is keeping you here and be miserable?" As Blossom averted her eyes, Brick grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her to look at him. "Blossom. You're not happy here. You live here, you work tirelessly, you're sought after by men who don't appeal to you and for what? To be a man's bride and never having true freedom? Blossom, you are worth so much more than that. And I'm the only one who can give you want your heart desires the most. My love, please, come with me. Leave this behind."

"Brick…." She didn't know what to say. This was all happening so fast for her. It was a dream come true, but she couldn't just leave the village without anyone noticing. She couldn't bear to leave Bubbles and Buttercup without saying goodbye; it would crush her heart. And the Professor—oh her father! What would she say to him? How would he handle losing another loved one in his life?

But she loved Brick more than anything itself. The thought of leaving to spend the rest of their days together sounded like eternal bliss; a chance that she couldn't possibly pass. She could be finally free from the wretched role that was expected of her, and she could finally become her own person. Blossom was conflicted.

"This choice seems so easy. Eloping with you is everything I ever wanted, but…. I don't know if I can."

"You can. Blossom please. I want you to be happy." He pleaded—begged to her.

Blossom closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She decided to do what her instincts commanded her to do, and let the fates fall from there. "Three days."

"Three days?"

"Three days, Brick. That's all I need. And then I'll be yours."

Understand what she meant, Brick nodded his head in agreement. "Three days it is. And not a moment sooner."

"I promise." They sealed the deal with a hard and passionate kiss, but while Blossom broke the kiss, Brick continued it down her neck. She could hear the Professor stirring awake from his nap; the spell was wearing off. "Brick you have to go now."

He groaned. "Go? Go where? Should I just hide?"

"Yes! Please!" Blossom desperately grabbed Brick and pushed him inside the nearest closet door. Brick snorted.

"A wolf hiding in the closet? Now where have we heard this before?"

"Shush! Stay in here and stay quiet! I won't be gone long." Blossom commanded.

"Don't make me wait." Blossom quickly closed the door shut and ran to kneel beside her father. She had to play the part. The Professor opened his eyes with a painful groan and reach for his head where he fell on.

"Father? Are you alright?" Blossom asked as the concerned and charming daughter.

"Oh! My head. I had the most awful dream. I was looking for you and you were with this terrible demon. It was awful indeed." Her heart began to sink, but she swallowed her uneasiness and helped her father up.

"That sounded terrible. Why were you sleeping on the floor in the first place?"

"I… I was looking for you! Dexter said that you had ran off, and we were looking for you."

Blossom huffed and folded her arms. "I can take care of myself, thank you. And besides, I ran to fetch my hood. It was getting quite chilly outside."

The Professor nodded his head in agreement. Blossom had managed to fool her father flawlessly once again. After much coaxing, the Professor took his daughter outside to rejoin the villagers in the festivities; this time Blossom took her red hood to keep up with the lie. The party continued well until the night. The wine was served beforehand and by nightfall, the people were intoxicated in more than just the merriment. The presents were gathered and moved to the Utonium household, where they would be sorted out in the morning. The food was gone, the decorations were everywhere and the people were more than tired. This was one of the best celebrations the village had ever seen.

Bubbles and Buttercup bid their friend a good night. Boomer would do that same, but after the news his wife gave, he had all the more reason to drink happily until he passed out. And now it was Buttercup's duty to drag—escort Bubbles' husband home.

Dexter Alexandrov bid Blossom a good night as well. Blossom politely did the same, and the two went their separate ways.

The Professor kissed his daughter on the forehead instantly wishing for the days his little girl would hug his leg every night for a bedtime story. She would curl up in his arms as he rocked her gently back and forth letting the gentle, fairy tale stories drift her to sleep. But now, he had to watch her grow up to become a beautiful, young woman. "Good night, Blossom."

"Good night, father."

Blossom closed the door shut and breathed a sigh of relief. It was over. Today was finally over. She untangled her hair letting all the leaves, petals and flowers fall onto the ground, and went to her dresser to pull out her nightgown.

She tensed up and nearly shrieked as a pair of arms wrapped around her pinning her body roughly against his chest. She felt his hot breath against her neck and ear, and his hot, wet tongue on the skin of her neck. "You kept me waiting."

Blossom smiled haughtily challenging him. "Aww, don't be too sad." She cooed.

"I won't be." He quickly picked her up and, once again, tossed her on the bed. Blossom pulled her head up to see his blood red eyes glowing amidst the darkness. The outline of his lean, muscular form was achieved by the moonlight from small crack in her window. He was stalking toward her like a deadly predator about to devour its prey. His large hand took hold of her legs and parted them so that he could easily fit between them. The space between the two grew smaller and smaller until Blossom could clearly see the hunger and desire in his eyes.

"Because now, I finally have you to myself."

BunnyKoi Says: "Do what you love, and you'll never have to work a day in your life."