"No, you're not. You're a witch. Or half at least. Your mother carried the Arun, Vida, and Light lines. She was one of the strongest witches besides Dominique Vida. But she married your father, a human and eventually you came along. You know how things go from there."

"You knew... how?"

"Your blood allows me to see your mind, also accessing to memories."

I looked down at my feet, ashamed that now my secret was out. It had been years ago, when I was seven. My father had come home with a deathly illness and died in the hospital. My mother had caught it as well and died. I didn't because they put me in a mental institution, believing that I was insane after a violent reaction to a police officer. I eventually broke out and built myself a house under a new name. I inherited the land from the owners when they died and I retyped their will. All illegal, but what did I have to loose but myself? If I ever got caught, I'd commit suicide. That was it.

"It's alright. I understand how you feel." He put a hand on my shoulder. Despite the comfort, I shrugged him off, not wanting to be seen as weak. "Can I stay at your house tonight? I don't feel like running back to New Mayhem."

"If you don't mind sleeping on the floor with the cockroaches. There's only one bed."

"How big?"

"Double twin. Why?"

"Big enough for two."

"Will I have to tie your hands to your neck so you wont touch?"

"No, but it wont stop me from a little touching."

I made a face, but agreed. I changed and allowed him to borrow a large shirt and a pair of my dads old pants. I'm not going to sleep at all tonight, I can tell. I thought as I tied my long hair in a french braid.

"Do you want help?" Aubrey asked in my head.

"No. I know for a fact that men and hair will never really mix." I replied.

Aubrey smiled. In a way, I was right and I knew it.

I climbed into bed, favoring the side closer to the wall, and faced it, saying an unaimed good night to Aubrey. He followed more slowly. I opened my eyes slightly to find him hovering over me. Just after, I smelled his scent.

"Do you mind giving my some space?" I said, my eyes closed again.

"Yes, in fact, I do."

"You suck."

"And blow."

"Ew! Get off me, you sicko!"

"Come, now. You honestly think that?"

"Yes, if I didn't, I wouldn't have said it." He looked directly at me, his black eyes boring into my soul.

"I don't believe you." He drew near and I pulled back, hitting the wall. "There's no where to go."

"Except forward." I flung a leg at him, but he dodged it. then, he pinned me down.

"You want to play that game I'll play, too." He laid down on me, his lips by my ear. "But not for long."

He kissed my neck, sending shivers down my back and a gentle churning feeling in my stomach. I was nervous! I couldn't believe it! I jumped when he raised his head smiling.

"This your first?" he asked offhandedly. Now that I thought about it, it was. I had written this part in so many characters lives, it seemed as though I had, but I hadn't. Reading my mind, he smiled and kissed me. I suddenly became very aware of where he had his hands; on my hips. Despite my bodies wishes, I pulled away from him, snuggling into the blankets and eventually falling asleep. I didn't want to start anything too soon (besides, we weren't allowed Public Displays of Affection at school. Imagine how that might go down!).

IN THE MORNING, I woke with my head buried in his chest which was now bare. It was hot, so I understood. I climbed over him and took my shower. I came back in a towel to find that he was still asleep, so I got dressed. I had my jeans on and was squeezing my hair out before I put my shirt on when I heard rustling. I looked in the mirror and saw Aubrey gawking at my back, which was facing him.

"Is my back that interesting?" I asked.

"Well..." He stuttered. I smiled and slipped my shirt over my head.

"You know what?" I walked over and sat in front of him. "You're pretty sad. I would think you'd never seen a girl before."

He looked away. There was an awkward silence while I studied him. It wasn't possible. He had lived for hundreds of years, surely he hadn't missed such a common practice.

"Once. When I was human. I hardly remember anything. The woman was a prostitute and got me drunk. Your mind can take it from there."

I shivered. I never would have known and it was a wonder why not now. Things were beginning to make sense. But then why...?

My thoughts were interrupted by a sharp rapping on the door. I wouldn't have been surprised if the door came off the flimsy hinges. I walked toward the door when Aubrey stepped in front of me.

"Move. There's someone at the door."

"I couldn't tell." His voice dripped with sarcasm. "It's not safe."

"And its safer for you?"

"Yes. Unless I decapitated, I'll survive nearly anything they can throw at me."

"They? Who?"

Never mind. By the way-

He pulled me close and and into a passionate kiss. I was shocked at first, then I pulled away.

"What was that for?!" I exclaimed even though I had kind of liked it.

"I hope for nothing."

Then he walked toward the door.

A/N: Hey, I'm back!! Sorry I've been gone so long. I just realized that I had a TON written for this story and I just needed to edit a tiny bit. My plot bunnies have deserted me, so i don't know when updates on everything else will come, but, for now, you get to be satisfied with this story. It gets good, trust me. -- Ravyn