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"Where is my train ticket?" Asha's eyes were wide as she checked all her pockets for the piece of gold that would get them on the train, the city was dark, it was eight forty-five and they were supposed to be on the train, but they were not.

"Didn't you leave it in the car?" Braiden asked, searching the bag that he had.

"I couldn't have," she whispers, lost, "I guess I should check…"

"No, it's dark," Braiden said, after he stood up empty handed, he put his hand on her hip carefully, "I'll go," he said in a low voice so that the passer bys wouldn't know he was leaving her here alone, "You get on the train, I'll grab the ticket and meet you in five minutes."

"What if you take too long?" She asked, she felt a sort of uneasiness in her stomach, this wasn't a good idea.

"Well, then if the train leaves without me, I'll meet you at the next stop, I'll drive up there and buy a new ticket, and we'll ride the rest of the way together."

She hesitated, worried, "That's not a good idea…" she trailed off thinking, she was looking through her mind's eye, trying to figure out what was going on, where she could have put it. It was not like her and her photographic memory to forget something," I want to go with you to the car."

"What if we miss the train?" He inquired, he felt the annoyance that radiated off of her, he worried it was with him. Could she get annoyed with him?

"Then we miss it," she said finally, taking his hand. Asha led the way. The train station in this town was a dump, trash was everywhere and hobos slept on the benches covered by skimpy jackets. The air was smoggy, thick, annoying. Asha tried to remember seeing the ticket. It was in the glove department, then she took it out to check the time, then the woman came up, asked that time and then Asha left with Braiden. There was no room for anything to happen to it. She remembered having it, she had mental pictures of having it.

"Stop worrying, Ash," Braiden said softly, reading her mind.

"I have to," she sighed, "I put us out three hundred dollars, and I didn't even grab any money before we left, I don't even have my wallet with my ID card in it. I feel terrible."

"Your boyfriend is the son of the ruler of Derica, you know that right?" He looked at her squarely, not waiting for her to reply, "I brought money, I basically have a well full of money, that goes on for quite some time. You have nothing to worry about, my dear."

Boyfriend? She thought, a strong blush striking across her cheeks, he was honestly her first boyfriend, and not that she would admit that, her father would never let her have a boyfriend. She had had many suitors, the daughter of Mary-Lynnette and Ash Redfern was the most beautiful in all the land… supposedly. This was not her view of herself but if the crowd called a toad a price in sure as hell would be considered a prince, like it or not.

"Asha?" Braiden called waking her out of her reverie. She was sure that this wasn't the first time he had tried to get her attention.

"Sorry, yes?"

"Get in the car," He laughed, "You're just standing there like a brain dead cat."

She opened the passenger side door and got in carefully, after some time looking for the ticket she was getting more sure they were never to see again, she moan in agitation, finally the perfect picture came up, "It's gone, the lady that was talking to me took it."

"What?" he asked, taken aback.

"A woman came by, asked me what time the train to London was leaving, and now I remember seeing her take the ticket." She stated, hitting herself in the head with her palm.

"Oh…" he looked at her, studied her as she put her words together, they were soul mates, but he still hadn't figured out her thinking style. She easily jumped from topic to topic. She remembered things better than most, not only things, but very tiny detail, he had noticed this very quickly, but he didn't understand why. "It's okay, we'll drive instead."

"We're going to let the other ticket go to waste?" she asked, her head still in her hands, he turned on the truck and started to drive.

"I don't care, I don't like that this woman would steal from you," he held the wheel steadfast. He looked very angry, "What kind of place is this?"

"Not the good part of town," she sighed, sitting up.

Braiden saw the tears in Asha's now amethyst eyes surprise calmed him, he took her hand in his. They didn't say anything for a long time, but it was comfortable, the feeling of his touch still brought her sparks throughout her entire body. She'd never get used to it, but it was always welcome.

It was late, and they needed to rest, there was nothing that could be done in the storm that had over taken the town anyways, so they stopped in a parking lot, to sleep. Asha soon dozed off, her head landing on Braiden's shoulder, and with her sleeping came the dream:

Beautiful. That's what she called this realm. Beautiful and perfect and honestly good. Braiden was there, he was holding her in his arms as they watched the pictures in her mind.

"This is how you remember everything?" he whispered in her ear, his voice full of awe.

"Yeah," she sighed, seeing her mother after having her, her hair matted in sweat, her blue eyes full of love and awe, "It's been my gift since I was born, obviously."

He smiled and kissed the top of her head. Braiden watched the pictures that his love had taken they were beautiful, so many of them were of her and her family. She was worried about it, it was apparent in her thoughts and dreams he was experiencing. But it didn't bother her as much at this moment, she just wanted to gaze at the pictures her mind had taken, and he was fine with this.

"That's me!" Braiden said, amazed at the light she put him in. The picture they looked at what of him in their park when he last came to her. His eyes were so golden, and the color echoed behind him as if he was an angel.

"Yeah…" she smiled, reaching out towards the picture.

"You see me in an unfair light," he sighed, "I'll never be able to own up to that."

She turned to look at him, she was going to tell him he was lying, but then she smelled something, something that was not part of the dream, something real and something dangerous, "Fire?"

"What?"

"Braiden, wake up, I smell fire!" She said, pulling herself out of the dream. She opened her eyes to see smoke rising out from the front of the car. Asha shook Braiden, trying to get him up, but he wasn't moving. "Braiden!" She screamed loudly in his ear, "FIRE!"

He didn't wake up, he wouldn't wake up.

And the front of the car exploded.

Braiden, she thought to him, pulling him out of the car as careful and as fast as possible. He was heavy, like a guy usually was and hard to move, but she had seen enough movies to know that the car was soon to explode completely.

They got as far as she could possibly carry him and fell beside some trees, just as the truck exploded. Heat reached her, but didn't burn her. That would have been bad considering she was a vampire and fire was one of the limited things that could kill her.

She looked at Braiden, Wake the hell up! She thought loudly to him, usually his thought would come clearly to her, but they were muddled, almost high feeling.

It hit her, somehow he was drugged.

Somewhere, she heard laughing.