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A/N – Just to let everyone know, this story is set in America (obviously), but some words that I'm writing in the story I'm spelling the "British" way. I'm more accustomed to writing that way (probably because I am British). For example, you'll see me spelling the word "Mom" like "Mum".

Anyway, on with chapter fifteen! ~

"And I'm the fucking tooth fairy," I retorted sarcastically. "Nice try, but all you guys are illusions. You ain't real. Oh, and for the record, my dad is dead." I eyed Ettrian up and down, noting his long, midnight hair and sparkling dark eyes. He grinned at me, showing his white teeth.

"I suppose you wouldn't believe me if I told you that he is also your brother, Ellisar Taurë," The man said, pointing a long finger at the boy I'd first met. I shook my head.

"Nope. Eric's probably just playing one of his stupid pranks on me," I declared to them all, and the crowds of people surrounding us on the roof chuckled. "I'm serious. You guys just suddenly appeared – that isn't possible. Magic isn't possible." A woman in one of the crowds spoke up. She looked exactly like everyone else, only more feminine.

"You cannot seriously suggest that a Nightwalker conjured us up," She laughed behind her delicate hand. "They are nothing compared to us. They would bow before us, if we wished to show our full power." A couple people nodded at her statement.

The boy I'd first met –Ellisar – strided over to me, his long white robes swishing under him. "Nys, you must have faith. You would not be able to see us if you had not embraced your inner magic," He said, and Ettrian agreed. "We are your family," He said proudly, gesturing to everyone. He then clamped a pale hand over his heart. "I am your toror' – your brother – by blood," He explained.

Ettrian then put a hand over his heart. "And I am your atar – your father – by blood," He declared. I sighed deeply, deciding to play along for now.

"Okay, then. Who's my mother?" I asked. Ettrian beamed at me.

"I'm glad you asked, my tinu," He smiled happily, "Her name was Hannah Addison. She was American." I frowned.

"Was?" I inquired. "What happened to her?" I asked, actually curious to what they'd say. Ettrian looked a little crestfallen.

"Ah, she was the most beautiful human I'd ever met," He sighed. "Alas, she was mortal, therefore died a mortal's death. But," He said suddenly, brightening up. Jeez, was this guy bi-polar? "I received two wonderful children of the quessir. You, my beautiful daughter, and my brave and courageous son, Ettrian."

"Woah, wait," I said, holding my hands up. "Why do I get the feeling you guys aren't human?" Everyone laughed at my words.

"Because we aren't," A man said simply. "We are tel'quessir, the elven people," He said, and my mouth dropped open.

"So…you're fucking elves?" I cried, exasperated. "As in Santa Claus's little elves?"

A woman in the crowd scoffed, waving her hand as if offended. "Hah. We are not that silly little mythical creature that humans made up," She crowed. "Do we look little to you?"

I had to admit – she had a fair point. They were all freakishly tall. I made a mental note to myself to think before I spoke. "So, if my mother was a human, and you – my father," I gestured to Ettrian, "Is an elf, what does that make me?"

Ellisar slung an arm over my bare shoulders. "Well, Nys, we are peredhil – half elf," He explained. "We are half elf, half human."

My shoulders slumped. "Next thing I know, you guys'll be telling me fairies exist," I muttered. Ellisar chuckled next to me, squeezing my shoulder almost comfortingly.

"They do, actually," He said, and I drooped further into my depression. First vampires, then elves, then fairies? It was like a supernatural film come to life! "The woman with blonde hair…the one who goes by the name Sookie, and the man with the blonde hair called Jason, they are fairy hybrids. Half fairy," He said casually, and I looked at him like he was completely crazy. Or, maybe I was crazy. I was probably imagining all of this.

"My brother and sister aren't fairies," I cried helplessly. "They don't have bloody wings! And, there is no way that I am half-elf either. Does it look like I have pointy ears to you? No."

The elves were laughing again, and Ellisar was shaking his head, smiling. "First off, Nys, fairies do not have wings. That is a myth made up by humans," He pointed out, chuckling. "Secondly, the only reason why you do not have ears like us is because you have not been around us."

I flung my hands into the air in exasperation. "So, you're telling me, that I am in fact half-elf, with a half-elf brother, and an elf father?" I said, and they all nodded. "If all that is true, why have I been living with my brother and sister?"

Ettrian sighed sadly. "It is a long story, tinu, but the short of it is this," He said, leaning in closer. "When you were born, our race was going through many hardships, and we were all too busy fixing our problems to care for our young. So, I sent you to live with the half-fairy family. I hoped you would be safe from the many bad creatures out there, who would love to get their hands on a half-elf. You see, fairies have a distinct…odour, which would mask your scent from these predators."

I raised an eyebrow. "So why didn't you send Ellisar?" I asked, jabbing a thumb near his face.

"We sent him to live in the mines, with the dwarves," He replied casually, and my jaw hit the roof. Great. We went from vampires, to elves, to fairies, and then to dwarves. Seriously, why couldn't my life just be normal? "The dwarven people have a strong, musky scent. Another perfect way of masking one of my children's scents. The only difference with Ellisar, however, was that he grew up learning of his heritage, while you did not."

"Why didn't I?" I asked him. Ettrian let out a breath of laughter.

"Humans do not know we exist. They cannot be trusted to know of the supernatural world. Some of them are greedy, and corrupted," He explained. "Can you imagine what kind of chaos would ensue if humans knew of us and our magic?"

"What about the vampires?" I pointed out. "They revealed themselves to the humans." Ellisar, Ettrian, and a good number of the elven people rolled their eyes, smiling.

"The Nightwalkers are foolish," Ellisar sighed. "They flaunt themselves about, not caring of the consequences. Look at how they are treated by some of the humans. They spit in their faces."

I shook my head. "Not all humans are like that. And not all vampires "flaunt" themselves about," I added, thinking of Godric, smiling. "I know of one vampire, who is the kindest, sweetest soul I've ever met. He –"

"Yes, we are well aware that you were bonded at birth to a vampire," Ettrian sighed. "We felt the bond as it was created inside of you. It's rare for an elf to be bonded with a vampire, but it happened, regardless of our effort with magic to destroy the bond. We hoped you would never cross paths with your bonded mate, but it is nigh impossible to avoid the one you are connected to."

I nodded slowly. I was slightly offended by how these people had tried to destroy me and Godric's bond, but I'm sure I would be a little freaked if my daughter was mated to a bloodthirsty, undead guy the minute she was born. I realised, a second later, that I had actually started believing that all of this was real. I mean, it all made sense. I looked nothing like Jason or Sookie, I never had. But still, I couldn't just suddenly stop thinking of Sook and Jase as my siblings. I'd been with them since the beginning – they may not have been related to me by blood, but they sure as hell acted like it.

Suddenly, another thought occurred to me. Had Sookie and Jason always known I wasn't their real little sister? It saddened me to think that they'd keep something so big like that from me. Ettrian, noticing my saddened expression, waved the elven people off, and they all disappeared one by one in a cloud of dust. Ellisar picked me up in a hug when a tear fell from my eye.

"Why are you crying, little Nys?" He asked me, stroking my dark hair, reminding me almost of Godric. I sniffled, and Ellisar put me down gently, where Ettrian had the chance to crush me in a bear-hug, too.

"Yes, do tell your old father why you are crying, my child," Ettrian whispered sadly, bending down to wipe a tear with his pale finger.

"It's just…why didn't Sook or Jase tell me I wasn't their sister?" I cried. "My whole life has been one big, stupid lie!"

"Now, you know that's not true, Rosalie," Ettrian countered sternly. "We left you on the Stackhouse porch for a reason. They are kind, and they looked after you well. They adopted you – legally, as humans put it – as their little sister. So, no, your whole life hasn't been a lie."

"But why didn't they tell me I was adopted?" I sniffled. "Why would they lie to me like that?"

Ettrian and Ellisar exchanged worried glances. "I do not know, little Nys," Ellisar spoke solemnly. "Perhaps that it something you must work out between them."

Ettrian nodded, and patted my head. "It was a blessing to finally get to see you again, my little tinu," He said, "And it is time we left the human world. Come! You have much to learn in the ways of magic!" He said cheerfully, and added, "You still have not grown your elf ears, which must be done!" He tugged at my arm, but I held back.

I didn't want to go. I couldn't leave Jason or Sookie, or Godric or Eric, or anyone. I may have been a half-elf, and my real family may have been in another world, but I didn't belong there. This was my home. Earth was my home. I couldn't go, no matter how much of an adventure it seemed.

"I'm sorry, but I can't go with you," I admitted, stepping back. Ellisar furrowed his brow.

"Nys, you can't stay here. If you don't come to the elven lands before your seventeenth birthday, you won't embrace your immortality," He said, frowning.

Immortality? Elves were immortal, like vampires? Ellisar looked about seventeen – did that mean he was immortal? Ettrian must have been immortal too – how old was he? He looked about thirty, but I had a feeling he was much older than that.

"How old are you, Ettrian?" I asked him, and he sent me a warm smile.

"Oh, what is it again, Ellisar?" He wondered aloud. "I do believe I turned four-thousand, nine-hundred and ninety-nine a couple of days ago," He said in the most casual way possible that it was ridiculous. Of course, my jaw hit the floor. Again.

Ellisar chuckled, and patted my shoulder. "Perhaps you shouldn't have told her, father." Ettrian laughed loudly.

"Perhaps not," He grinned. My face scrunched up in confusion.

"Wait, if I become immortal in your world when I turn seventeen, why do you and all the other elves – apart from Ettrian – look around thirty or twenty? Shouldn't you all become immortal at seventeen?"

Ettrian chuckled. "Elves embrace their immortality at different ages. It depends solely on who the elf is, you see," He explained. "But this has always been a known fact: half-elves always turn at the age of seventeen."

"Why?" I countered, curious. Ellisar shrugged.

"That is a mystery. Some say our mixed blood somehow shortens our mortality, but it is no proven fact," He said. I let that information sink in, before glancing around the rooftop. I looked at Ettrian, confused.

"You sent them all away," I pointed out. "Are you their…leader?" I inquired. I mean, he had only just flicked his wrist, and they had obeyed. It seemed logical that he was a higher-up of some sort, but I wasn't sure how the whole elf system worked. Considering I had only just figured out I was one, I was pretty clueless.

Ettrian and Ellisar chuckled deeply. "I am Aran Ettrian, and this is Taren Ellisar," Ettrian explained. "And you are Tarien Rosalie."

I gave them a dumbfounded look. "Okay, can you explain in English, please? Not that freaky voodoo language," I added hastily.

Ellisar laughed loudly. "Voodoo language? It is Elvish," He chuckled, looking at me as if I should have somehow known that. I rolled my eyes.

"Okay, fine, but what did you just say?" I asked.

"Take a guess," Ettrian grinned, "I will give you a hint. Taren means "prince" in English." And that was when it all clicked into place. I hung my head.

"Let me guess," I groaned, pointing at them. "You guys are royalty. Ettrian, you are a king, Ellisar, you're a prince. And I'm probably some long-lost princess." They both nodded in happy agreement.

"This is so fucking cliché," I muttered under my breath. Both elves laughed heartily. Suddenly, Ettrian stopped his laughing. I looked up, and saw that his face was creased up in deep concentration.

"My children, we must leave now," He said hurriedly, tugging on my arm. I frowned deeply.

"Why?" I asked.

"Two Nightwalkers approach," He said urgently, pulling me towards him. I concentrated too, and smiled when I realised who it was.

"It's okay, guys. It's just Godric and Eric," I assured them. "They've been wondering where I've been."

"Rosalie!" I heard Eric's deep voice call, and Ettrian and Ellisar tensed up considerably. "How long are you planning on staying up there? It's almost sunrise!" Suddenly, they both flashed onto the roof. I swivelled round to smile warmly at them.

"Hey, guys," I greeted. "This is my real brother and father. Say hi," I turned back around, fully intent on introducing everyone. However, when I did look back, Ettrian and Ellisar had disappeared. The only trace that showed they'd been standing there moments ago was a thin trail of purple dust.

Godric and Eric flashed in front of me, a skeptical look in Godric's eyes, and an amused one in Eric's. "How much sleep did you miss out on?" Eric laughed, feeling my forehead. "There's no-one up here."

I frowned. "But…there was, I swear!" I burst out suddenly, feeling like a lunatic. "I met my real father, and my real brother, too! I found out that I am half-elf, and that I am an elven princess!"

Godric sighed, and stepped forward to kiss my temple. He took my hand. "Are you sure you're alright, my Rose?" My eyelid twitched, and Eric snorted. I snapped my head to glare at blondie.

"You think I'm lying?" I snarled.

"No, but I think you need a good night's rest," Eric taunted, grinning like the Cheshire cat.

"I swear! It's all true! I –" I faltered, thinking over my options. I groaned in defeat – it just wasn't worth it. They probably weren't going to believe me. I mean, who would? I'd just screamed in their faces that I'd met an elf prince and king, who I claimed were my rightful family. Of course they wouldn't believe me. I waved a hand in dismissal. "Never mind," I grunted.

Eric grinned, and ruffled my hair. "So, what were you doing up here, anyway?" He asked.

I shrugged. "Oh, you know, just getting some fresh air," I sighed, hunching a little. Godric immediately had my feet off the ground, me in his strong arms. He kissed me on the lips softly.

"You look tired, my Rose," Godric stated. I nodded wearily. I was tired. I'd just processed a load of mind-blowing information in a small space of time. That was bound to wear somebody down – supernatural or not. The two of them started to walk down the stairs, me still in Godric's arms.

"Hey, guys," I called suddenly, deciding to test the waters. "Are elves real?"

Eric sighed. "Not this again, little Viking," He muttered. "The elves are real, yes. But they disappeared centuries ago – probably wiped out by other species."

"Why do you ask?" Godric asked curiously. I rolled my eyes.

"I told you," I said sternly, my legs dangling about as Godric walked at a human pace. "I am half-elf. I found out earlier. Didn't you see the purple dust on the roof? That's the stuff elves leave behind when they disappear."

Godric stopped suddenly in his brisk walk, and looked down at me, his bluish-grey eyes boring into my dark ones. Eric stopped too. "What is it, Godric? You aren't seriously going to believe her?" He sniggered. "It's just her tired human brain talking."

Godric narrowed his eyes, seemingly lost in thought. "She is telling the truth, my child," He said suddenly, and Eric raised a blonde eyebrow. "I didn't feel a single stir in her emotions or her heartbeat when she said all that."

Eric flashed beside Godric, and Godric put me gently on my flip-flopped feet. I nodded my head in satisfaction. "Finally, I thought you guys were gonna think of me as a lunatic forever," I sighed. "I was walking down the hallway, when I bumped into my half-elf brother. He took me up to the roof, and I met all the elves."

Eric's blue eyes widened a fraction. "Rosalie…the elves disappeared a long time ago. But…if Godric says you are telling the truth, then you must be."

Godric grabbed both of my hands, and stared me straight in the eye. "Tell me everything, Rosalie," He said seriously. "What happened up there, really?"

I took a deep breath, and told the two vampires everything I had learnt.

"So," Godric mused as he lay in bed beside me later, playing with a strand of my hair and kissing up and down my jawline. "You, my mate, are a half-elf. And a princess half-elf, at that." I nodded, giggling when his other hand squeezed my waist. That was my weak spot, but I'm sure he already knew that.

"Damn straight," I yawned. Godric pulled me closer to him, my body smooshing against his bare chest, and my legs tangling with his. "I'm a fucking elf. I'm kind of annoyed that Sook or Jase didn't tell me I was adopted, though."

Godric stuffed his face into my hair, and sniffed curiously. "Your hair smells like raspberries now," He groaned, and I giggled again. "Oh, and about Sookie and Jason…I would not worry about that. They must have had a good reason for keeping it a secret from you, my Rose."

"I suppose you're right, Godric, but," I moaned a little when his hand slid up my thigh a little, "It's just, do you think I should go back to their world?"

"No," Godric whispered sternly, squeezing my upper thigh, and I arched my body, groaning. "You are staying here, on this world. With me."

"But," I panted heavily as he laid soft kisses down my chest and stomach, "Ellisar told me I can gain immortality if I turn seventeen while I'm there."

"But why would you want to, when I could make you immortal myself?" Godric inquired, moving back up kiss my neck. I closed my eyes in bliss. "Wouldn't you rather be a vampire?"

I shuddered as his teeth nipped at my skin. "I – I don't know," I managed to breathe out. "But do you really want to stop hearing my heartbeat?"

Godric "hmmed" and rolled on top of me. "No. I love hearing your heartbeat. It's beautiful," He sighed, his lips kissing anywhere they could over my face and neck.

"And I would learn more about my heritage," I continued. "That would be pretty cool," I sighed happily. I felt a wave of jealousy hit me from Godric.

"You sound as if you want to leave me," He whispered angrily, his arms wrapping me in an iron-hug, hindering me from even moving.

"No, of course not," I laughed against his chest. "I'm going to bring you with me." Godric frowned, and twirled a piece of my hair.

"I don't think I would be allowed into the land of elves," Godric admitted. "No matter how old and powerful I am, the elves will always be stronger. I could never force myself in."

I agreed. "True. My father is four-thousand, nine-hundred and ninety-nine years old," I said in exasperation. "Can you believe that? It's crazy."

"My point exactly," Godric laughed. "I couldn't go to that world."

"But, I am the princess," I pointed out. "I must have some kind of authority over there," I said. Godric grumbled, and kissed me repeatedly over my lips and jaw.

"Perhaps, but you won't be going anywhere right away," He said, his hands sliding up and down my sides. I shuddered in pleasure.

"Godric," I whispered in the darkness, "Are you staying in Dallas?"

"Of course not," Godric laughed, "I'm going to Eric's area. At least there I have some kind of power – my child is a sheriff, after all," He said, and I nodded in understanding.

"But where will you stay?" I asked worriedly. Godric kissed my lips, smiling.

"My Rose, I own several houses in Eric's area," He chuckled, and my jaw dropped. Obviously, Godric used this opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth. After he kissed me for a good while, I took my lips off his, taking breaths of air. "Mmm. It is annoying how you need to breathe when I am kissing you," He said, annoyed.

I rolled my eyes. "So, about these houses of yours," I pointed out, "How the heck did you get all of them?"

Godric chuckled deeply. "I acquired lots of money over my two-thousand years as a vampire," He explained, and I didn't feel like asking him exactly how. It probably wasn't in a good way. "I'm taking you to live with me, in one of my houses near Eric's bar," He said, and I frowned.

"I don't know, Godric," I sighed, "I mean, I live with Sookie and Jason in my house…"

Godric growled, nipping at my earlobe. "Not this again," He muttered darkly. "All these rules. You do not need to stay in that house. Stay in mine," He ordered, and I sighed.

"Jason would never allow me," I said quietly, and cringed when I heard a deep, feral snarl rumble from deep within his muscled chest. His hands clutched at my sides, and he stared deep into my eyes.

"Stay with me," He demanded, still looking into my eyes. My brain started to grow a little fuzzy, and my eyes started to mist over, and I raised an eyebrow. I turned Godric's face away, giggling.

"Godric, are you trying to glamour me?" I asked, my giggle turning into a full-blown laugh. Godric pouted, and collapsed next to me, sighing.

"I knew you'd find out," He groaned. "You seem to feel it, when I am using my glamour on you."

I frowned. "What about at the church? You used your glamour to send me asleep," I pointed out. "I didn't feel you using it on me then."

Godric sighed deeply. "You were already tired, my Rose," He explained. "Coaxing you into sleep was easy as a result. You probably did feel the effects – you just didn't know what it was, or how to stop it."

I rolled my dark orbs, and kissed him, still chuckling quietly. Godric's pout turned into a smile – his brilliant, white teeth showing and all. He wrapped me in a hug, cuddling me like I was a teddy bear. "I love you so very much, my beautiful Rose," He breathed. "You have a very pretty laugh."

I traced the blue tattoo over his bare chest, grinning when I managed to get a shiver out of him. "Well, you have awesome tattoos," I countered, and traced the ones on his arms as well. Godric watched me, smiling.

"I have more on my back," He said suddenly, and my eyes widened in curiosity. He grinned, and flipped over at a vampire's speed. He had another blue tattoo, except this one stretched from the back of his neck all the way down his back. It looked kind of like a lizard, and I wondered why he'd gotten all these tattoos.

Godric, sensing my curiosity, answered my unspoken question. "I was given these tattoos when I was born," He explained. "I was born in the roman era. Or, the first century BCE," He said, and I gasped.

"Woah," I whispered, awed. Godric chuckled. "But why were you given them?" I asked curiously.

"I…do not remember, exactly," He faltered, "It was two-thousand years ago, after all. I do remember, though, that I was born in Gaul. It doesn't exist anymore, and the Gaulish language has been long forgotten."

"Where was Gaul?" I asked, yawning. Godric smiled, flipping back over, to reach out a pale hand and stroke my hair.

"Gaul was around what would one day be known as France and Germany," Godric answered, and I nodded sleepily.

My eyes drooped, and Godric grinned, moving in to kiss my jaw. "Well," I yawned again, "My vampire's been through the roman era. Pretty cool."

"Your vampire?" Godric inquired happily.

"Mhhm, yes, my vampire," I barely whispered, snuggling into his chest.

The last thing I heard before drifting off into sleep was Godric saying, "Well, you are my Rosalie."

Well, now you all know what Rosalie is! I'll still be posting little Elvish to English dictionaries here, so don't worry :)

Toror' – Brother

Atar – Father

Quessir – The people (elves)

Tel'Quessir - The elven people

Peredhil – Half-elf

Aran – King

Taren – Prince

Tarien - Princess