Chapter Three:

Sky sat quietly in the passenger side of the mustang; her breathing still heavy and labored. It seemed as if she was having some kind of panic attack. Her chest moved up and down slowly with the deep heavy breathing as she tried to calm herself. She glanced at the pale blond haired man who sat ever so quietly in the driver's seat.

"Wh-who are you?"

She asked finally breaking the silence that filled the car. "It iz better if you didn' know my name." Her breath seemed to be caught in her throat. 'I swear he has to stop talking like that.' His voice was that type of voice you only hear about in romance novels; that soft yet slightly deep sensual voice with a romantic accent. Believe me you couldn't get more romantic than a French accent. It was, in fact, one of the many romance languages.

"Why is that?" She finally replied once the car stopped at a red light. He did not give her an answer; instead he kept his gaze fixed on the road before them. Sky jumped slightly as his cell phone started blasting "A Hard Day's Night," by the Beetles.

"Allo Savitar, Oui le Daimon s'est occupé de." (Yes the Daimon is taken care of.)

She let out a big long sigh. Why was she so jumpy? She was never this jumpy ever. Then again it could do with the fact that she was attacked and could have been killed. Yeah, that would do the trick. "Who was that?" She asked once he was finished with his conversation. Sky did not possess the ability to speak or understand any French even if her life depended on it. "It was nothing jus a concerned friend checking in."

'Again with that voice, I swear I feel like I am in a romance novel!' She thought, well more like screamed in her head. Sky blushed redder than a Maraschino cherry when a loud growl erupts from her stomach. This caused the man beside her to chuckle a bit. "Sorry." "Don't be." The light turns green and the car sped down the street again.

Minutes later the two arrive at a small dinner in the French Quarter of New Orleans. Now she really got a good look at her savior. He looked like he belonged on the cover of a romance novel. His hair was styled in a Mohawk similar to an Umbrella Cockatoo's crest. His eyes, my god, you could drown in them if you stared long enough. They were ice, ice blue.

His face looked like he had just been painted by Michelangelo. His body held a perfect combination of muscle and thinness, with a bit more muscle. He didn't look like one of those body builders, nor did he look anemic. He was perfect in her eyes. 'Whoa! Slow down there girl,' but she couldn't help it he was a god in her eyes.

His clothing was a punk rocker mixed with underground rave Goth style. Pitch black ankle high Doc Martin's, tight black pants with a silver zipper that showed off his very nice legs, arm warmers with studs starting at his wrist and up to his elbows, and a short-sleeved shirt that looked like it was ripped. Where ever there were holes they were covered by a very see-through gauzy fabric. She could see his pale skin and defined abs and chest through it. Finally he wore a black stud belt around his waist.

She could feel her cheeks become warm at the mere sight of him. They got out of the car and walked inside. He led her to a small booth as he gently kept his hold on her shoulder. The dinner was practically empty. A waitress came over to them once they had taken their seats. With a smile she handed Sky a menu before walking off to the kitchen.

"Are you going to tell me who you are?"

She asked finally not taking her eyes off her menu. "Seeing as how you saved me and now treating me to a meal. It seems only fair." He sighed realizing that she was right. "Call me Jasper." Sky smiled "Skylla, but call me Sky please." She looked up slightly realizing that Jasper did not have a menu.

"Here you are Jasper."

The waitress said as she placed a bowl of Coco Puffs in front of him. This surprised her; he didn't seem the type of man who would eat Coco Puffs. "Merci chérie," Sky swore she felt a shiver go down her spine. The waitress nodded with a smile on her face. She turned to look at Sky waiting for her order, "Oh, um…I'll just have an egg over easy with a side of toast please." The waitress nods as she wrote her order down. "Anything to drink for you miss?" "Um…water please."

Jasper looked into Sky's eyes and when he did he was forced to hold back a gasp. Her eyes were two different colors; the left was green while the right was like sterling silver. 'Just like Acheron's eyes.' He thought, "Your eyes are très joli." Of course she became confused when he spoke French again. "I'm sorry?"

This made him laugh "Très joli, it means very pretty." She nodded "Why do you say that?" He sighed before looking directly into her eyes. "I have never seen another person with the same eyes as you. They are beautiful, one looks like a finely polished emerald. The other looks like sterling silver." Sky could feel her cheeks heating up again,

"They are…unique."

She gulped, trying to swallow the large knot that formed in her throat. BUZZ, BUZZ, Buzz, Jasper pulled his vibrating phone out of his pocket. She didn't even remember him putting it on vibrate. His brow scrunched as his expression became very serious. "Please excuse me." Before she answered him Jasper rushed out of the dinner. He stood by his car talking to someone who obviously was very important.

"Bonjour Acheron."

"Where are you Jasper?"

"Je suis à la maison dans le quartier français." (I am at the dinner in the French Quarter.)

"With the girl you saved?"

"Oui, Ash il ya quelque chose à son sujet, vous avez besoin de savoir." (Yes. Ash there is something about her you need to know.)

"What is it Jas?"

"Son oeil droit est d'argent." (Her right eye is silver.)

There was an unmistakable feeling of shock in the silence that followed his reply, Jasper sensed it.

"Wh-what?"

"Son oeil droit est d'argent, comme vos yeux." (Her right eye is silver like your eyes.)

"What color is her left eye?!"

"Vert." (Green)

Silence,

"Ash?"

"I have to go. Jas?"

"Oui?"

"Keep her safe for me."

"Oui Ash, I will."