A/n: I'm glad to see that there are some people who are interested in this story. I told you it was really different. I hope I didn't surprise you all too much. To answer your question, KT, Sylvia is nothing like the one in the show. She's supposed to be young looking with a mature personality. The chapters so far seem shorter than I usually write, but I'll start making them longer later. I'm thankful for all the nice reviews. I really hope to catch your interest more and more each chapter. Enjoy!

Chapter 2.

Thompson swung the door open as the four guys rustled inside their large hotel suite. Le headed straight to the fridge to snatch his organic fruit juice he's been hiding from Trent. Jay flicked him in the back of the head for the fun of it and headed over to the living room to place his instrument down. It wasn't long 'til Trent came running towards Le, effortlessly, just to put him in a head lock. Nathan ignored them and sat on the end of his bed, cupping his face in his hands. The night had been so stressful that all he wanted to do was kick his shoes off and go to sleep.

"Get some rest, guys. It's been a long night," Thompson advised at the door. He watched over all of them and curiously noticed Nathan's quiet form. "And Nate, don't worry too much about what happened. We'll find a solution to this, but that stunt you just pulled might cost us a lot. I might have to postpone the band's activities because of it. "

Nathan took his face out of his hands and nodded, smiling at him half heartedly. Thompson took that as a sign to leave and walked out the door, leaving all four of them to care for themselves.

They were just at the broadcast studio thirty minutes playing their first song in the last six months, but it was ruined by a man wearing a cap. Thompson thought it was best that they leave the place. The fan meeting after the show was cancelled. But the other performances continued despite the hectic mess backstage. Security were still questioning the strange man. Some of the fans left, others stayed even though they were very angry. But the band couldn't stay. Knowing that the man targeted them, making Nathan lose control, made it unsafe for the guys. Who knew what was going to happen after that? Angry fans?

Nathan flopped backwards and started rubbing his eyes in frustration.

Jay peeked his head out from the other room and glanced at his best friend curiously. "You okay, Nate?"

"What do you think?" Nathan snapped. "Our comeback was ruined because of that ass."

Jay finished fixing his belongings, placing his guitar case at the corner near the window, and stepped into the bedroom. "Look, I know it's not easy right now. I mean, things are a bit out of control, but let's be strong about it."

"How can I be strong about it? That's impossible."

"Not impossible," Le managed to grumble as he tried his best to remove Trent's arms from around his neck.

"Look, if I can do it," Trent began, nodding at his head lock around Le. He wasn't exactly the strongest amongst the members, but to see that he could still hold a head lock in place was very impressive. "Then you can do it. And I'm a lanky, lanky man."

"Too lanky! Get off me!" Le cried out hoarsely.

"Give me your drink."

"Fine, fine, here." Le handed the glass bottle quickly to him, pleading for air.

"I punched the guy. I just made everything worse for us," Nathan replied.

"It was just a reflex. Let's think of it that way," Trent stated. "We're not going to blame you, Nate. It happened. We can't go back now."

"You just have to control yourself, Nathan. Or maybe like Thompson said, we should postpone our next shows until everything gets better," Jay advised.

Nathan didn't respond. Instead, he shut his eyes, trying his best to release his stress over what had happened and drew out a long breath. Maybe using a relaxing breathing method could help him ease his mind. But the image of the man jumping on stage, straight out of nowhere, and slamming his hands against his drum set kept replaying in his mind. It was the proud smile on the man's face that concerned him the most. Why was he so content about ruining his performance? Was this whole thing planned? Or was he just mentally ill and couldn't resist himself?

Not only was the man who ruined his performance bothering him, but the familiar girl he saw in the audience caught his attention. He wanted to know why she was there? Was she following him? And why did she suddenly disappear when they met each others' gaze?

Jay moved towards the sofa in the living area and placed his legs on top of the coffee table. Le weakly trudged over to him and sat on the opposite side of the sofa.

"You know what makes me a little curious about what happened today?" Jay questioned, rubbing his chin.

"What?" asked Le, who was massaging his neck after being put in a head lock.

"Why didn't security see him before he got on stage?" Jay questioned.

Everyone heard him and began to think deeply about it. Even Trent, who was busy downing the glass of organic fruit juice he managed to steal from Le.

"Well, to think of it, I didn't even notice him climb on stage. He just appeared," Le stated.

"He probably came from the back," Trent added, smacking his lips after drinking the last drop of fruit juice. Le sent him a silent sneer.

Nathan lifted himself on his elbows and questioned whether security knew he was there and let him pass on purpose or if the guy was just that quick and sneaky.

"That's a good question, Jay," Le stated as he grabbed the remote from the coffee table and turned on the television.

The first thing that came on was the entertainment news about what happened at the broadcasting studio. A blonde news reporter was reading the papers she had in her hand, while a screenshot of Nathan's face with the mysterious hat man appeared at the corner of the screen.

"There was an unexpected incident at the AMD studio's tonight involving the country's most cherished band, Stained Heart, and a mysterious dark headed male. Sources say that he jumped on stage, without being seen, and started havoc with the band, but specifically drummer, Nathan Scott, by slamming his hands on his instrument. It wasn't long before Mr. Scott, himself threw a few punches at the man. The audience became angry, making it unsafe for the rest of the performers. Unfortunately, Stained Heart left the building before they could be interviewed about this situation. But it has been suspected by anonymous sources that this had something to do with Mr. Scott's scandal from a few weeks ago. There is no official evidence about this. It's been reported that security caught the man, but there are no details of his identification. It's very fortunate that no one other than the mysterious man was hurt. We'll keep you updated about this topic on the website on -" Le quickly changed the channel and turned to Nathan who did not look amused nor entertained about this at all.

Nathan's eyes were glued on the screen, his jaw and fists clenching. Thinking that this was all of his fault was enough, but to have the news announce this incident was connected with Nathan was worse. What does that make of him?

Trent strode towards him and said, "Don't listen to those anonymous sources."

"It's hard not to, considering what I've been through," he replied, sitting up on his bed. "I'm going to head out for a bit. Don't wait up," he stated, heading towards the closet to grab himself a cap and jacket.

"Nathan, it's late."

"Well not for me," he retorted, his back towards them as he put his leather jacket on and adjusted the cap.

Before any of the guys could run and convince him to stay, he was already out the door.

"I can't believe he's asking me to do this," Sylvia complained.

Her and Haley were standing in the middle of one of the national parks, which Paralda told them to go to in order to start Haley's journey.

"I can't believe you're actually doing this. Couldn't you have waited a bit longer to do this. This is so sudden," Sylvia continued, rolling her eyes and shaking her head at the same time. The whole 'turning human' idea seemed ridiculous to her. It made no sense at all.

To Sylvia, being a sylph was an important role. Since the moment she was created, she was completely and utterly attached to who she was and what she was born to do. She was one of many who adored their position as an important element in the world. It wasn't until Haley was created when she realized that not everyone was alike nor perfect. Sometimes she'd call Haley the defected sylph, but that didn't stop her from growing closer to her.

"It's too late to convince me to stay now," Haley blurted out as she placed the jeweled necklace over her head. "I have this beautiful item to protect me."

Sylvia stepped over to glance at the dull looking jewel, which she noticed, did not shine nor glitter in her eyes. "What's so special about this?"

"It's going to help me become human," Haley answered, holding the gem in her palm. "I have to make someone fall in love with me for it to start working."

Suddenly she heard Sylvia chortle. "You have to make someone fall in love with you? You don't even know how to do that."

Haley scowled at her. "SURE I CAN!" she whined.

Sylvia looked away, unconvinced and let out a tired breath. "Are you sure? Because I can go tell Papa that you can't. I mean, do you even know what you're getting yourself into?"

"I'll take the risk."

"How about not taking the risk? How about that?"

"Stop it, Sylvia. I've made my decision. You can't make me change my mind. Just do what Papa told you to do so I can start," Haley ordered, growing tired of Sylvia's countless pleas to make her stay.

Sylvia still felt uneasy about doing this. It would've been fine if she wasn't ordered to do this by Paralda and he did the job instead ,but she couldn't refuse. She just didn't want to be the one who did it.

"I'm waiting," Haley stated impatiently.

The silver haired beauty sighed deeply, causing a gust of wind to blow past the tree branches. "Let me just say a few things before I do this, okay?"

"Okay," Haley replied anxiously.

"You know you're my best friend, Haleyah, right?"

"Yes, of course."

"You're such a good friend to me. It's not going to be the same without you by my side. I just want you to make sure you are making the right decision. Either right now or down there. You have to promise me that you'll be safe and won't get hurt by those humans."

"That's silly," Haley laughed. "They seem harmless to me, but I promise."

Sylvia wanted so much to convince to her that she was wrong. Haley had no clue what she was getting herself into. No matter how many times she's been asked if she was completely sure about this, her answer was always going to be yes. There was no turning back.

"Don't forget who you really are, Haleyah, okay?"

"I won't."

"You're a sylph. Remember that. But just in case you forget, just listen to the wind. I'll be there."

"Thank you, Sylvia."

"Alright, let's get this thing started."

The silver haired beauty closed her eyes and raised her arms up as she gathered air in her mystical arms, creating a violent column of rotating clouds around them. They were in the eye of a twister. It was silent and still as death. Haley kept her eyes opened and looked up, glancing at the opening at the top where streaks of light shone. Then she turned back to Sylvia whose eyes were now opened. She said, "This might hurt a little." Haley was suddenly confused for a second, unaware of what this "hurt" meant. Soon enough, Sylvia lowered her hands near her chest. Haley's breathing suddenly became difficult, closing her eyes in agony. She clutched the necklace around her neck and she felt a gust of wind blow against her body with a heavy pressure on her chest. Everything went black for a second until she started feeling something strange. She was shivering. Never in her 500 years of living has she ever felt this way before.

Her eyes fluttered opened and she found herself in the same place she started. She glanced at her fingers and noticed them shaking uncontrollably with a hint of cool air hitting against her skin. When she looked up, she noticed that Sylvia was nowhere to be found. She wasn't in front of her like she was a few seconds ago. It happened so fast.

"Sylvia?" Haley whispered, shocked to hear that her voice had deepened a little bit. It was completely different from her high pitched, fairy-like voice. "Sylvia, where are you?" Again, she was surprised to hear herself talking in the language she's always wanted to speak.

Repeatedly, she would call out for Sylvia ,but she heard nothing in response. But really, she was standing right in front of her. Haley couldn't see her because she was in human form. And it pained Sylvia to know that she couldn't be seen at all by the one person she called her best friend. So she did what all sylphs did when they were near a human. She swiftly flew passed Haley and whispered a few simple words in her ear.

"Good luck," she spoke.

Haley heard it over her shoulder and glanced behind her, but saw nothing. That's when she knew that Sylvia had already left her. The freezing cold air dispersed a little bit, but still left her freezing to death.

"Good luck," she repeated. Her gaze fell down to her bare chest where the crystal lay. She held it in her hand and rubbed her thumb gently against it. "I'm human."

Some of the people at the bar were a little out of it. Ordering one drink after another without looking inside their wallets to see if they still had money was pretty irresponsible. Maybe it was because there were pretty, young ladies sitting beside them, persuading them to drink more and more. How could a man that old resist a woman wearing a short mini dress like that? Impossible.

It wasn't long for another one of those girls to approach Nathan with a grin on her face.

"Hey. How can a handsome man like you be here alone?" she greeted.

Nathan looked down at his glass, trying his best to hide beneath his cap, and said, "I'm not alone. I have my pal, Jack, right here." He tapped his glass of whiskey. "So I'm fine."

"How about I join you guys?" she insisted, sitting in the seat next to him while hiking up her skirt a little bit.

He glanced at the bare thigh beside him and snorted. He wasn't impressed. It's not because he didn't think she was pretty, the girl was beautiful, but he saw her just a few minutes ago, talking to another guy - a man who looked like he was part of house of congress for that matter- with a drink in her hand. She was on top of his lap with her arm wrapped around him. The man was so drunk that he wasn't fully aware of the fact that she had stolen his wallet. So Nathan knew not to get too involved with the girl.

"I think I'm about done,"

"Aw, how about another glass? I'll buy," she smiled cheekily. He watched as she pulled out the wallet she had stolen out of her purse.

"No thanks. I think I might've had a bit too much."

"One more won't hurt."

He could see that the girl wasn't going to leave him alone, so his drunken mind decided to take control of the situation on it's own. He turned to the girl and nodded. "Okay, I'm going to say something, but please don't be offended by it. I'm not the kind of drunk who will let a girl like you buy me a drink. I mean you're pretty and all, but I think I'm smarter than that man over there," he stated, pointing to the middle aged man sprawled over the counter a few feet away from them. "Tomorrow, he's going to find himself waking up with a fucking painful head ache, while you go out on a shopping spree with the money in his wallet. Why would a pretty girl like you steal? Maybe because you're not worth a good man's time. If you were worth it, you wouldn't have to get a man drunk to get him to give you what you want. Do you really want to do that to yourself? Don't be cheap."

The woman's eyes widened as she clenched the dollar bills in her hand. "Excuse me?"

"Take my advice. Don't lower your standards to men like him. Find your own success," he replied. He glanced at his wrist watch and drank the rest of his whiskey. "Well, I have to get going. It was nice meeting you," Nathan stated, pulling out a few bucks to leave at the bar.

He turned around in his seat to lift his cap up a little bit, smiled at her, and walked away. It didn't take long for the woman to recognize his face. Her jaw was practically on the floor.

Nathan hurried through the crowd as soon as he heard her gasp and exited through the back door. Once he found himself outside, he glanced behind him to make sure she wasn't following him. He blew out a sigh of relief when she didn't appear and looked back in front of him.

He found himself walking down the wide alley that led him towards one of the parks across the street. A few people were hanging out, standing against walls and smoking a few cigs. He figured from the sound of electronic music from the building next door, that they were from that club. They all looked at him strangely. Probably wondering where he came from. But he ignored them and continued walking until he made it to the main sidewalk.

As he turned the corner, he noticed a line of people dressed in their club outfits. There were a lot, so it was possible he was near the most popular club in Charlotte. The light of the entrance was a bit bright, so he had to be extra careful not to be noticed by the large crowd. He pushed his cap down and quickly walked passed them. As did, he heard everyone gasp from behind him. He immediately thought he was caught, so he stopped in his tracks.

"What is she doing!" he heard a girl cry out.

He sighed in relief. They didn't recognize him.

"OH MY GOSH!"

"What the hell are you doing!"

Nathan quickly grew curious and glanced over his shoulder to see what the commotion was all about. Just like everyone else, he was surprised to see a bare naked woman standing by herself across the street. She had nothing but a jeweled necklace around her neck. From the way she was holding her arms to herself, she must've been freezing to death.

What the hell is she doing? he thought, wondering the exact same thing as everyone else.

"Is she crazy?" he heard another woman discuss with her boyfriend.

"I don't know," the boyfriend shrugged in response, but he didn't look too bothered by it, which gave him a whack in the head.

"Stop staring at her!" another one ordered.

"HEY! SLUT, GET SOME CLOTHES!"

"No, DON'T DO IT!" a male voice cried out.

Nathan observed the girl as she stood there confused. She didn't look like she fully understood what was happening. She looked lost, but also very amazed at the same time. Seeing her look like this was pitiful. It gave him flashbacks to the incident from two weeks ago. Remembering it made him angry.

"SUCH A WHORE!"

"COME HERE, BABY!"

"I'LL KEEP YOU WARM!"

"GET OUT OF HERE!"

The constant insults and disgusting words were making Nathan frustrated and annoyed. The blonde girl was just standing there, completely unaware of what to do. Shouldn't she be doing something about it? At least fight back? Walk away? But no. She was frozen. He wanted to go help the girl, but he didn't want to get himself involved in a situation like this and have it be broadcasted all over the news. But he couldn't leave the poor girl like that. He couldn't. So he turned around, looked left and right and made his way across the street.

Another man, dressed in a tacky green shirt, did the same thing and jogged up to the girl happily with a mischievous grin on his face, which bothered Nathan a little bit. So he pushed him to the side.

"Hey, I'll take care of her, man," the guy stated. "Don't worry about it." He was a few centimeters shorter than Nathan so he wasn't worried about him. Plus, his hair was greased back which made it even less intimidating. Could he have put anymore gel in that hair of his?

"Thanks for the offer, but it's not needed," Nathan replied. He removed his leather jacket and placed it around the woman. Again, she stood still and didn't even bother to help him put it on her. "Here, wear it for a while," he whispered against her ear.

The short man observed the two curiously and questioned, "Is that your girlfriend?" He pointed to the blonde.

Nathan furrowed his eyes and glanced at the lost woman. He noticed how strangely she was looking at his jacket as if she's never seen such a thing before. An amazed smile appeared on her face as she grazed her fingers on the zipper line of it. She giggled softly herself.

"Uh, yeah," he answered, looking away. "I'm sorry for the disturbance."

"Are you sure? I don't believe you."

"Well, you better believe it." He quickly strode towards the girl and held her in his arms. "Come on, let's go."

He pulled her away from the guy, with his arm around her shoulders to give off that 'coupley' appearance and walked away from the crowd. The girl didn't even look bothered by the fact that she was being taken away by some stranger.

He glanced down at her as he held her close. "Are you okay?" he questioned. Her lips were trembling. He assumed she was still very cold. But he noticed a small smile on her lips.

"I don't do this often, but it seems like it's becoming a pattern lately," he stated as they walked towards an isolated place. "You shouldn't be walking around without any clothes on like this. It's not safe for you. Those guys back there looked like there were about to cook you up."

She didn't respond. She was too busy beaming over the texture of the jacket.

"Uh, if you want, you can keep it," he stated as they turned the corner. Once they stopped under a broken lamp post, he removed his arm from around her and pulled his cap back down. The woman was still very naked under the jacket and he was fully aware of that. He was a guy after all. Her breasts were exposed in front of him and it was a big distraction from even starting a conversation. So he took a moment to zip up his leather jacket, which fortunately was long enough to cover her other assets. "There," he stated.

The woman glanced up at him, hesitating to remove her gaze from the leather fabric and met with his dark face. She couldn't quite see him from the way the shadow of the cap was covering his features. He was surprised that she didn't recognize him. She probably wasn't a fan.

"I don't know who you are, but this is how far I can take you," Nathan stated, observing his surroundings. "The place doesn't look dangerous, so hopefully you'll be okay. I'm a little drunk, so I can't fully take care of you."

She looked at him blankly, making him feel really uncomfortable. Maybe she was a mute and couldn't speak or maybe she was a foreigner and she couldn't understand what he was even saying.

"Can you speak English?" he questioned.

She furrowed her eyes and began whispering to herself. Then her eyes widened and she smiled, happily.

"Yes!" she answered.

He chuckled at her excitement. "Do you know anybody who can help you? Like any relative of some sort?"

"Relative?" she replied, confused.

"Family," he corrected. "Any parents or siblings?"

"No, I don't have a family."

Nathan noticed her saddened expression and felt her pain. "I'm sorry. Sometimes I feel like I don't have a family either," he stated. He didn't know why he said that. She didn't look quite interested by it so he brushed it off. "Well, what about a friend? You must've gotten yourself in a bad situation. So maybe they can help you out."

"A friend? I have a friend named Sylvia."

"Alright, then let's go find her."

"Oh you can't. We can't see her."

"Why not? She's not in town?"

"She's invisible," she answered, coolly.

Nathan laughed nervously. "Um, did you just say she was invisible?"

She nodded her head excitedly. "Yes. We can't see her at all."

"Oh," he answered. A few seconds ago he was about to pull his cell phone out to give to her so she could call her friend 'Sylvia', but rethought about it. This woman was obviously on the crazy side. She was naked in the middle of the city and had an invisible friend named Sylvia. This was definitely not something he wanted to get involved in. "Well that's great," he added.

"She just left me a while go. She didn't want me to come here, but I didn't want to listen. I was tired of being a sylph. It's not fun flying in the sky all the time, you know," she continued.

Definitely. Definitely crazy, Nathan thought. He stepped back a little bit and gave her a convincing smile.

"Oh, it must be hard," he replied, trying his best to converse with the strange woman without looking scared. "I hope you find your way around here then."

He slowly turned around on his heel to make his getaway, but the woman latched onto his wrist, tightly. It was almost too tight that it seemed abnormal for a woman her size. And she was tiny.

"Wait. Are you leaving me?"

Nathan sighed deeply and glanced at the poor woman. "I'm sorry, but like I said, this is how far I can go. I'm sure someone else out there can help you."

"Can't you help me?"

Nathan's jaw clenched and glanced over his shoulder. "Uh . . . I guess."

"Can you say you love me?"

"Huh?"

So, what did you think? Keep me inspired!