Styxx started from his sleep. It was another one of Acheron's nightmares. The movement immediately woke Fancy next to him, who reached out to him and pulled him into her arms. She pressed her lips to his forehead, stroking his hair.

He wrapped his arms around her waist. "Sing to me," he whispered hoarsely. "Please. Your voice soothes me."

Fancy smiled softly, her fingertips gently trailing over his back. She started singing softly. "When the weight of the world bears down so strong, you leave footprints on the street, and there's too many miles to face, without a few more hours sleep. The storm clouds overhead won't shed, any rain to quench your thirst, I wanna be the one you reach for first…"

She continued the song all the way through to the final verse. " Fall into me, My arms are stretched wide open, You don't have to say a word, Because I already see, That it's hard and you're scared, And you're tired and I know it hurts. Yes, it's hard and you're scared, and you're tired and it hurts, and I wanna be the one you reach for first."

Styxx had drifted back to sleep in her arms. She smiled sadly, still stroking his hair. She sighed shakily, tears filling her eyes at the pain he was in. "If there was anything I could do, anything at all…" she whispered.

Styxx opened his eyes halfway. "You already are, Fancy," he murmured.

She pressed her lips to his forehead, hiding her tears. He drifted off, his arms subconsciously tightening around her waist. She fell into an uneasy asleep, one tear escaping the cage of her lashes and sliding down her cheek.

Styxx woke after a long, relaxing sleep, one that he'd needed and hadn't had in a long time. Fancy was still asleep, and he smiled softly at the sight she posed. He gently disentangled himself from her arms and silently slipped out of the room, to his study. He paused and glanced back at her, his eyes catching the time. They had slept through the morning. It was already afternoon. Laughing softly, he continued on his way.

Fancy awoke shortly after Styxx left. She listened carefully to the sound echoing through the house before pulling out her cell phone and dialing a number she never thought she would. After one ring, the line was answered.

"Acheron? I need your help. Meet me tonight at seven?"

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"Fancy."

Fancy turned. She immediately noticed the musical lilt that set Acheron's accent from Styxx's. She smiled, linking her arm through his. "Thanks for coming. Did you bring it?"

He flashed her his laptop. "Everyhting we need."

Her smile grew. "Lifesaver, I love you," she giggled.

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Styxx pulled up short at the sight of Fancy and Acheron sitting together, pouring over a laptop in front of them. Fancy was saying something, concentrating hard, and Acheron was nodding in approval. Acheron glanced up, smirking, and closed the laptop. Fancy looked up, her confused expression dissolving into a smile. Se kissed Acheron on the cheek and stood. She skipped up to Styxx, linking her arm with his. "Hey, lover," she said.

"What was that about?" he asked, watching his brother warily.

Her grin grew as she waved to Acheron. "Same time next week?"

He nodded and stood as well, tucking the laptop under his arm. "Remember what I told you. You did well."

She nodded and beamed.

Acheron nodded to Styxx and left.

"Again; what was that about?" Styxx said.

Fancy giggled and pulled Styxx out the door. Acheron was already nowhere to be seen. "Can't really tell you. It was all Greek to me."

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Acheron and Fancy continued meeting for about a month. Neither told Styxx what they were up to. Styxx constantly wondered, but it seemed both took amusement at watching him struggle.

Fancy came down, her long red hair braided down her spine. She sat at the table, Styxx sliding her usual breakfast foods her way.

"Efharisto. The vampire myth actually started in Athens, not with Bram Stoker."

"I knew that. Acheron- wait." Styxx narrowed his eyes. "Since when did you speak Greek?"

Fancy flashed a grin at him, taking a bite out of a strawberry. "Since Acheron's been teaching me this past month."

Styxx grinned widely, standing and sweeping Fancy off her feet. He laughed happily and spun her around. "Whose idea?"

Fancy was smiling grandly. "Mine. But it's all thanks to Ash that it fell through. I had some convincing to do, but he agreed. He said he'd give me the ability to speak it fluently, but I said I wanted to wait on that, until I could speak it fairly well. Last time we met, he gave me the ability. I can now speak your language as well as you speak mine."

Styxx held her close. "Oh, Fancy, you're amazing. Thank you."

Fancy blushed. She bit her lip, glancing away, her smile fading. "Ryssa's son… his name was Apollodorous, right?"

Styxx nodded slowly.

Acheron told me about some of that stuff too, I think to get me to hate you. But… I understand. Trust me, I do. It's…"

"Complicated," Styxx finished. He held Fancy close and tight. "It's complicated."