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"Annabeth?" I looked up. It was supper and everyone at the table was staring at me. It took me a few moments to realize that it was Charlotte that was attempting to attract my attention. I stared at her and gave her a small smile. "Yes, Charlotte?" I asked quietly.

"You've finished supper, would you mind too terribly to bring Mr. Crepsley and Mr. Shan their supper?" I felt my eyes widen and my cheeks flush as I heard Will snickering at me and caught Jem and Tessa hiding their smiles. "Wh-why do I have to do it? That's Sophie's job." I stammered. Charlotte stared at me in the way she reserved for Jessie when she said something ridiculous. "They trust no one aside from you." She said slowly. I bit my lip as I realized I was cornered. I sighed and stood up, nodding. "Of course, Charlotte."

As if on cue, Sophie came out rolling a dining cart with two plates of steamy food on them. I frowned when I saw the wine bottle that contained a liquid that was too thick to be wine. I scrunched my nose. "Magnus gave one of Lady Belcourt's to us." Charlotte explained. I nodded and pushed the cart out of the room and down the halls.

I was dreading the trip down to the witchlight lit room with an angel fountain in its center. I hadn't been able to muster the courage to go there and speak to Larten or Darren, despite the questions that were running through my head. When I told Darren of my plans with Gabriel, he almost laughed in my face, and I knew he'd tell Larten, which would be much worse. Why exactly it would be worse, I wasn't sure. All I knew was I'd rather die than have Larten laugh at me.

I stopped when I got to the door. I could just knock and run away, then they'd never know I was here…except for my scent that would still linger behind me. I frowned and raised my hand, knocking lightly on the door. No matter how much I wish they wouldn't have heard it, they were vampires and it shouldn't have been a surprise to me when he opened the door.

Larten POV

He was delightfully surprised when he opened the large door to find the pink haired shadowhunter on the other side. He quickly looked her over once, but not too quick as to miss the changes. She was chewing her bottom lip again—a nervous habit he assumed—and had changed into a black Lolita dress. Her pink curls were pinned up and out of her face, causing them to tumble down her back.

"Why hello, Annabeth. Do come in." he smiled, stepping to the side so she could come through with the cart that he had only just noticed she was pushing. He frowned. "Is there a reason you are bringing this? It is the maid's job, correct?" he asked her. Her already pink cheeks turned a bright red.

"Yes, well, Charlotte asked me to bring it." She said quickly. She looked around and paused when her eyes rested on the sleeping from of his assistant, Darren. "He's sleeping." She whispered, sounding rather confused. Larten stared at her funny. "But of course, it is night." He said. She looked annoyed now.

"I know it is." She snapped. "He's a vampire, why is he sleeping?" she demanded. He laughed softly. "He is only half a vampire." She stiffened. Larten furrowed his brow. "What is wrong, Annabeth?" he asked her. She stared at him. "Is…is he a Halfling?" she asked quietly.

"Not exactly. I have made him a vampire, but he is only half vampire. He still has human blood running through his veins." Larten answered. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open slightly. Without much thought, Larten stretched out his hand and pushed her chin up gently, his cold fingers lingering on her warm, soft skin. She turned pink. Larten coughed.

"You will catch bugs if you let your mouth hang open." He murmured. She bit her lower lip, smiling. "So you've told me." She frowned and returned her gaze to Darren. "Vampirism…it's a demon disease. How can Mr. Shan be only half a vampire?" she murmured, crossing her arms across her chest, shivering.

Larten took off his coat and draped it on her shoulder. She smiled up at him kindly. He couldn't help but smile back. "Darren and I…we are not normal vampires." He told her. She looked into his eyes for a few moments before answering. "I know." She smiled a little and blushed.

He smiled as he saw the fire of curiosity burning in her bright pink eyes. He laughed softly. "I will tell you about it sometime in the near future." He said, well aware of the fast approaching date. She nodded and asked another question. "Well, from the way you speak of it, it doesn't seem like your sort of vampirism is a demon disease so…is that why you can say God? It occurred to me during the day that I heard you say God last night, a word no vampire can utter." She asked. Larten nodded.

"Yes, that is why we can say it. Since we are not a demonized people, we have the ability to use holy words such as God." He explained to her. She nodded and looked at the dining cart. "Well…um, we got a bottle of…blood from Magnus so you could drink it." She said, staring at the angel fountain. He snorted.

"It is not very gentlemanly to drink blood in front of a young lady." He said. She giggled and blushed a light pink. He noticed that she did that a lot when she was around him…and he rather enjoyed it. Larten walked around the cart and pulled it towards the fountain then sat on the edge, placing the plate in his lap. He looked up to see Annabeth standing awkwardly, her eyes darting from the door, to his face, and back to the door.

"Join me, Annabeth. I have not had decent conversation since you ran out this morning." He smiled, suddenly annoyed by the affair with Gabriel Lightwood. Her face turned red and she slowly made her way to the fountain before sitting next to him. Larten took a spoonful of the delicious broth that had been brought to him and swallowed slowly before asking his question.

"So, this Gabriel fellow," he began. The girl's face turned red. "Do you fancy him?" she bit her lip and shrugged. "Well, he's a shadowhunter, and quite handsome, and Charlotte would like me to court him…" she trailed off. Larten raised a brow at her. "But?" he pressed. She relaxed some and smiled softly. "But…he's not the one I fancy." She said softly.

Larten was sure his heart would pound if it was still beating, but he couldn't figure out why this was. Well, that was a lie, he knew why, he just couldn't admit that he had an attraction for this seventeen year old Nephilim. She looked up at him from under his lashes. "Do…do you fancy anyone?" she asked in a small voice. Larten stared into her eyes, seeing nothing but care and affection. "Yes." He said in an equally small voice, staring at her intensely.

Her eyes widened slightly, her cheeks turned pink and she started biting her lip as her eyes stared at his own lips. Larten had been with enough women to know what that look meant. She wanted to slam her lips against his as much as he did. His eyes trailed down her face, staring at her full, soft, pink lips, which had parted slightly, letting out a shaky breath.

He could do it, right now. Just cup her face with his hands and pull her towards him and show her a kiss like no other. They were alone aside from Darren, but he was sleeping and would never know. None of the shadowhunters had been to see him since Annabeth had left earlier this morning, Larten assumed they were giving him some space.

Her eyes slowly slid shut and she shivered. Larten put his tray of food back on the cart and slowly reached his hand out and held it against her cheek. She leaned into his touch and sighed contently. Larten smiled and slid his hand to the back of her head, holding a fistful of her curls, and cupped her right cheek with his other hand. Her eyes snapped open and she stared at him, her breath ragged.

He chuckled softly; her heart was racing as though she had just run a mile. He slowly leaned in, never taking his eyes from hers, until there was barely a centimeter of space between their hungry lips. He could feel the warmth in her cheeks growing warmer. He hesitated.

He wanted this, but did she? Did she truly want this or was she just too shocked or overwhelmed with young desire to say anything? As much as he wanted her like this, he couldn't bear doing something that she wouldn't want and have her angry with him, never to speak to him again. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath.

Annabeth POV

I sat there, unmoving as he came closer and closer to my face, our lips destined to meet in a matter of seconds. He stopped just before reaching my lips and stared into my eyes. His emerald eyes were a window to his soul, I could see the care that he had for me in them and I realized that these attractions I've had for him have not gone unreturned.

My cheeks flushed some when I came to this realization. I'd had many admirers among the shadowhunters and other Downworlders, but none like Larten. He was…different. He almost seemed more human, he wasn't as demoralized as most Downworlders tended to be now a days—particularly the vampires.

I was snapped out of these thoughts when he sighed, his breath rolling across my face. His hand released my curls and slid down my neck and over and off my shoulder. His hand on my cheek lingered slightly and then he pulled himself away entirely, putting more distance between us. I froze as my heart dropped.

What just happened? He was going to kiss me, I know he was! Did…did I do something wrong? This last thought ran through my head like a broken clock would toll at every hour. I started to shake. He wasn't looking at me, why was he avoiding my eyes? "Larten…" I trailed off. His shoulders tensed up. "Miss Bane," he began. Coldness shot through me, emanating from my very core. He wasn't using my Christian name anymore.

I shot up, stumbling backwards. Had I been wrong? He looked startled as I fell backwards onto my bum. He stood up, concern in his eyes. "Miss Bane, are you well?" he sounded genuinely worried. I felt stupid as I felt tears well up in my eyes. I blinked them away harshly and rubbed the back of my hand against my eyes in an attempt to get rid of the tears. "Stop calling me that!" I sniffled. He nodded slowly and helped me to my feet.

"Annabeth…I am sorry for the way I acted just then, it was completely inappropriate and unprofessional." He said. I stared at him, my mouth forming an o. "Unprofessional?" I whispered. He nodded. "I am here for business reasons—to give any information the Clave might find of use." I stared at him. Business reasons…this was strictly business? I must have said the words out loud because he answered my question.

"Yes, business reasons. Again, I give you my most sincere apologies. You are quite an attractive young woman and I could not control my behavior and caused you to act with poor judgment based on physical desire and I—" He stopped abruptly, shock spreading all over his face. I admit, I was pretty shocked myself. I didn't think I would have slapped him, but I did. He raised his hand to his cheek where, had he not been a vampire, would have been red and splotchy. "Annabeth." He said, shocked.

His eyes lit in alarm as the tears spilled over my eyes. "You think I was acting out because I'm too…too…too under the influence of my own physical desires?" I shouted at him. He was silent, his eyes widening and jaw dropping.

"Did you think that I was just some girl that it was okay to toy around with? That I'd be so caught up in the desire of it that I wouldn't pay heed to any sort of emotional bond? Because I will have you know that though I am merely seventeen, I have had to grow up fast. Do you know how hard it is to watch your mother die, knowing you can't do a single thing to stop it? Or stand by and watch as your best friend slowly dies because he's poisoned? Or watching as someone who is like your brother pushes himself away from everyone for some unknown reason? Or having to live with people when you know you'll get them all killed someday?" I shrieked.

He froze. He took a step towards me. "Annabeth, I—"

"Hey, what's all the yelling about?" Darren was awake now. Awake and alarmed.

The door slams open and Will comes in. "What's going on in here? I can hear all the yelling from the training room." He looks at me and stops when he realizes that my cheeks are wet. "Annabeth, are you crying?" Darren gasps. I looked up at him as he stood next to Larten, his hair and clothes disheveled. I shook my head, trying to wipe my tears. "No, no Darren I'm fine." I lied. Will took my hands and stared at me. "Don't lie to us, Anna. A blind idiot could tell you're crying." He was seething but I couldn't be sure as to why. He turned and glared at Larten

"Well, the kid next to you was obviously asleep, so you must be making her upset. What did you do to her?" Will demanded as he wrapped his arms around my shaking and sniffling form. I stopped and glared at Larten. He was staring at me, his eyes filled with shock, confusion and hurt. "Nothing." I stated, angry and upset that Larten had made me cry in front of people. "He did nothing at all."

Darren and Will stared at me confused. But, at the same time, it must've clicked because their eyes widened and they both said "Oh." They exchanged looks and Will gave me a squeeze. "Come, darling." He said, speaking in terms that he only used with me when I was beyond upset.

I followed Will out the doorway and was almost pleased when I heard Darren smack his master on the back of his head and said, "My God, Larten! You bloody idiot! Even Herondale and I can see it! Are you that stupid?"

Ohp, I bet you all thought they were gonna kiss ;) nope! But wait, what is it that I see in this crystal ball? I see a kiss looming in the young girl's future…who from I wonder? ;) SO! Whether you enjoyed it or not, I would love your reviews. Critiques would be nice :) as long as there not hot and flamey :) I hope you enjoyed and I should be updating soon! Thanks for reading, love you all!

Keni