The 'D' word:
I don't own Night World. L.J. Smith does.
I don't own the characters. L.J. Smith does.
I own the (practically non-existent) plot. L.J. Smith does not. =D

And THANK YOU for the reviews, guys. Made me smile. *Sniffs* Good times...

ALSO: Some (most) of you are asking why Galen kissed Iliana. Lemme tell ya this: I'm not good at writing, and this is my first time, so I'm trying to put suspense into it. Patience is a virtue...which I do not have. Darn.

Anyways...

Chapter 3

"Galen, we should go back to Thierry's. At least we could think of where she'd go! We can't go wandering around Las Vegas looking like idiots," Quinn said.

"But – "

"But nothin'! Quinn's right, Galen."

"But – "

"GALEN!"

The three of them had found a dead end, the limousine that Nissa usually drove parked there, and no visible footprints or any scent.

Winnie's spells.

Quinn had been cursing for the last five minutes – Rashel had taught him a few words – and Galen had almost cried.

He missed Keller. He needed her. Why can't she see that she's a part of his life? A part of him? He loved – loves – her.

"Galen? Galeeeeeeen!" Rashel's voice was concerned, her hand waving in front of his face, "Quinn, I think he snapped!"

"Let's go, Galen." Quinn was getting desperate to get Keller back. He loved Keller – not in love with her of course, it was and would always be Rashel – and he wanted his little sister back. Now.

They didn't run anymore. The walk to Thierry's home was depressed and silent.

By the time they reached the mansion, half of Circle Daybreak had already woken up.

"Lord Thierry, we couldn't find her. Winnie had cast spells that..."

Galen let Rashel and Quinn explain to Thierry about his failure while he left them and went into his room.

The bed smelled like Keller.

That picture was Keller's favourite.

That letter had Keller's hand writing.

That wall was the one he and Keller had leaned on after they finished a race.

That was the room Keller slept in.

The tears in his eyes rolled down when he saw that everything reminded him of Keller.

KPOV

"Keller? Keller!"

Keller looked up. She didn't like to talk much anymore.

"You should at least eat something, Keller. You can't live without food," Nissa said, a plate of breakfast in her hands.

Keller just continued looking.

"I think she's lost it," Winnie whispered nervously to Nissa, who just gave her a look.

"Keller, you haven't even talked once since last night, you can't expect it to last forever."

Blank stare.

And it was true, Keller hadn't talked at all since the incident. She hadn't slept, eaten, drank, or even moved since she got to the store.

"Just leave her alone for a while," a voice said.

Keller didn't even bother to look up.

"She'll feel better...or at least less bad," the voice continued levelly.

Keller finally offered her a brief glance.

Blaise Harman had the same hair Keller had – same length, but more wavy. Her eyes, instead of Keller's clear gray, was a deep, smoky gray.

And she had helped them the moment they stepped into the store – asking a million questions on the way, but that was to be expected.

"Thank you," Keller mumbled.

"No problem."

"Can you guys...leave me alone now?" There was a more delicate way to put it, but Keller wasn't the delicate type.

They shuffled out one by one.

And Keller buried her head in her arms, tears rolling down her face.

Short, but I had to think of it in 7.15 in the morning. And I had to think of a way to put Blaise in the story mildly. Somehow.

In other words, it's just a fill-in.

So whatcha think, guys? R + R, please? Pretty please? With a cherry on top?