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Author's Note: I know I'm late for my update here. I got distracted by Twilight. I can not promise that it won't happen again but I can promise that Twilight does not show up in this series. Any Vampires I put in here will need some sort of a charm or enchantment to allow them to move about in the sunlight. Feel free to suggest scenarios on that if you like as I want them to be unique to the story rather than copies of Vampire Diaries. Back to the story now.

Chapter 2 Narrowing it Down

"You have got to be kidding me," she stated crossing her arms.

"It's the only way around here you're going to get clean," he replied.

"I am NOT undressing with you right there," she insisted.

"Well that narrows it down. You're not a succubus. They don't care who sees them naked," he said in an amused tone.

"That's nice. Now may I please have some privacy," she remarked.

"Alright. I'm leaving a towel here for you. I'll go see what I can find for clean clothes you can wear," he agreed.

She waited until she was sure he'd left the room before removing the leather armor. Apparently he feared to go above during times of war so they had no idea what being would wear this armor. It certainly didn't feel thick or heavy enough to withstand weapon attacks. There certainly were plenty of garments to the ensemble though. Boots, leggings, a miniskirt, a corset over a closefitting long sleeved shirt and a pair of gloves had to be removed before she could bathe.

She stepped into what he had described as a natural lake in the caves of the underground city. It was cold which was to be expected. She waded deeper until she was up to her shoulders and treading. There must have been magic in the water because she felt the caked on dirt all but disintegrate from her skin with barely any effort from her. She relaxed and let her head go under, easily taking the filth from her matted hair.

When she had gotten almost entirely clean she swam back to the shore. It took her a minute to find the towel so she could dry off. Once she was as dry as she was going to get she wrapped it around herself and felt her way back to the room she was living in. She found a place near the fire to sit and let the heat dry her hair. It was only a few minutes later that she heard him returning.

"I got you some clothes and a hairbrush," he said and she felt him place something made of metal in her hand.

Upon further inspection she noticed soft bristles on the other side and realized this was the brush. She began brushing through the now clean but still tangled mess. There must have been magic in the brush too since even the hardest knots unwound themselves painlessly as the brush pulled through.

"That eliminates human. The brush would not work it's magic on human hair. Thank goodness too. If you were human your hair would be twice as tangled now as it was before you brushed it," he spoke.

"Isn't there a surefire way to do this without all these random tests," she inquired.

"Nope. We have narrowed the list down a bit though. Let's see. Earth kinesals and genies always have dark hair and you're blonde. For the next test I'll need to see your back," he replied causing her to pause in her brushing.

After a moment of insecure thought she set the brush down and pulled her wet hair to rest on her shoulder before loosening the towel, which felt more like a small thick blanket, just enough to show her back and keep her front covered. She waited a few seconds while he examined her freshly cleaned skin.

"No markings. Some creatures have two scar like markings on their backs to show where the wings retract to help them hide among humans," he observed.

"So what does that eliminate," she asked.

"All forms of sprite, pixie, and fairy," he sounded like he was thinking, "How was your bath? Anything strange happen?"

"Other than all forms of filth practically fleeing my body, no, not really," she tried vainly to retighten the towel.

"Not a mermaid then. Don't worry child. We'll figure out what you are," he assured her and she heard him moving to leave the room, " Your clothes are by the brush."

Once he was well out of the room she reached over to find the clothes he'd left her. They were soft and she was easily able to determine what order to put them on in. A pair of pants that reached her ankles acted as an undergarment to the full length long gown. It fit close around her waist, chest, and neck but the sleeves flowed out. A robe like garment went over the dress and a thick sash went around her waist.

He soon returned and informed her that there were seventeen different possibilities left but that those could not be tested. They would just have to wait and see if anything happens. Until then she'd have to wait and remember what she was or at least something about her past.

TBC…

AN: I know it's not very long but it will have to do for now. Let me know what you thing so far.