A/N: This is where the plot starts. I had to make the story go faster because I'm already starting to lose interest. I hop you don't mind. Anyway, enjoy and don't forget to review. Love! Lostxinxtranslation
"I'm worried about Musa. She's so pale and fragile. She won't even let me touch her." Riven confided in the raven-haired boy sitting across from him. Helia had decided to take it upon himself to find out why Riven was suddenly so concerned with his girlfriend. It had just seemed odd.
"I do have to agree that she seemed… skitish at Pixie Village a few days ago. All the girls are worried too. According to Flora, she can't transform either. They've been in school for two weeks and Musa's already flunking three classes." Helia attempted to pick up the hot pizza again. Cooler this time, but cheese oozed off the side and half of the toppings fell to the floor. Helia sighed and tried the other piece, with both hands this time.
"Something happened over the summer, Heels. I know it. I just need her to tell me what."
"Maybe you should recruit Stella, they seem closer this year. Maybe she can find out for you. Excuse me." Helia's phone vibrated on the wooden table. "Hello? … Flora calm down, what's with all the screaming? … Oh no, we're on our way."
"Let me guess, Stella broke a nail." Riven hated when they had to assist the silly emergencies of the high-strung fairy.
Helia looked across the table, scowling. As his look shifted from annoyance to worry, the lone hero froze with concern.
"Musa?"
"She went for a walk in the woods two nights ago and she hasn't returned yet. Faragonda's organized a search party and she wants us to lead it, now." He reached for his jacket and when he looked back up Riven was already out the door.
Musa woke with a slight headache. She was cold and her bed wasn't quite as comfortable as she remembered. She fumbled around for the silent alarm. Where was that thing? Turning, she realized she wasn't in her room anymore. In fact, she wasn't in a
room at all. It was too dark and there was water dripping somewhere. She could smell a faint scent, mold. Where was she?
"Ah, my darling. You're awake." A sharp voice sounded from the dark depth.
"Sheryl? Is that you? Where am I, what's going on?" Musa knew her voice was suddenly full of terror. She hissed as the twin marks on her neck burned. Oh no, she thought. It's finally happening.
"The Master will be here to see you shortly. You'll make a wonderful sacrifice to raise his bride. Unfortuately, you have to be one of us first." Sheryl walked into view, only a faint outline of her body. "Do you know what we are, dear?"
Musa shaked her head yes, in vain. It was too dark to see the movement. She cleared her throat. "Yea, I think so. Am I turning into a…" She took a deep breath and released, "A… vampire?"
"Yes. Once you exchange blood with the Master, it shall be time for the sacrifice."
Musa bowed her head and cried, silently praying to the gods that Riven would find her. If only she'd told him sooner.
A quiet noise from a puddle of water woke her from the thought. "Well, this just won't do. You're friends have started to search for you." Sheryl spoke to something on the ceiling, a bat perhaps. "Saeth, take care of them. They cannot interfere."
Once again, Musa began to weep.