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On with chapter twenty-five! ~

"Did you have a good sleep last night, princess?"

My entire body, all the way from my tippy toes to my forehead, lit up like a glowing fire. My knife and fork clattered uselessly onto my breakfast plate, creating a loud clang that echoed through the kitchen. My French toast had been swiftly forgotten.

"I sure did," I squeaked out. Rory sat next to me, an annoying smirk stretched on his face, which screamed I-know-all-your-secrets.

Well, fuck.

"Are you sure?" Rory asked, mockingly. "It sounded like you were having a terrible nightmare," He sighed dramatically. My eyelid twitched. Oh, he was asking for it, the little bastard… "I mean, I heard screams coming from your room. Screams! It must have been a horrible dream, eh?"

I turned to face him fully, my expression carefully blank. I narrowed my eyes slightly. "What are you playing at, pal?"

Rory gave me the most innocent little look. I had half a mind to punch that look off him. Control. Keep cool and calm. He is just teasing you. He shrugged a shoulder, seemingly nonchalant. He crossed his arms, and leaned closer to me. "I wonder," Rory whispered, "Why I saw Godric going into your room last night – and not coming back out."

I froze. Shit. How was I supposed to wrangle my way out of this one? It wasn't like I could just say to him, "Me and my vampire mate had passionate, first-time sex, and it was absolutely brilliant."

I snickered mentally. I could just imagine the horror on his face. But, wasn't he the one teasing me about it? He had to expect a witty comeback!

"Why do you care?" I replied testily, uncaringly. Although I was feeling the complete opposite. "It's none of your business." Rory held up his hands in surrender.

"Oooh, touchy, eh?" He laughed darkly. I raised an eyebrow. "I was merely asking if you had a good sleep. I have no idea what your problem is." Then the little prick stood up, and left the kitchen – as if he hadn't been subtly dropping hints about me and Godric.

Oh, I would get revenge. Nobody embarrassed Rosalie Stackhouse and got away scot-free. I immediately got up, and hurried up the flight of stairs and down the left wing of the mansion. I headed towards my room, careful not to wake a slumbering Godric.

I smiled at him, a blush creeping up onto my cheeks as I recalled last night. He was smiling in his sleep, and I found myself wishing that I could see what he was dreaming about. He was on his side, one arm sprawled on the bedsheets, the other tucked under the pillow. His dark hair was mussed crazily, some strands falling over his closed eyes as he slept.

I shook my head, and turned back around to my large oak desk. I couldn't let Godric distract me from my revenge, even if he was sweet, incredibly handsome, toned, had fantastic, drool-worthy abs, and -

My god. What was wrong with me? I had turned into a lovesick fool. I forced Godric out of my thoughts. I needed to plan my revenge on Rory! That plan almost flew out the window, because Godric started to stir in his sleep, murmuring my name, stroking and kissing the pillow as if it was my face. I had to cling onto whatever willpower I had left, so I didn't pounce on him and hug him to death.

I turned back round. Concentrate. Think. What kind of revenge would surely embarrass Rory? I tapped a pencil on the oak desk thoughtfully.

"He gets embarrassed when you mention sexual things to him," I noted down quietly on a piece of blank, lined paper. Of course, he doesn't care when he's mentioning that kind of stuff in front of you, but the when the spotlight's on him…

I grinned evilly, a simply wonderful plan forming into my devious mind. Oh, sweet, sweet revenge, I thought, frantically scribbling down notes on the paper.

"I don't know about this, Rose," Amber said nervously, her eyes darting about like a scared rabbit. She was fidgeting with her fingers, her posture stiff with anxiety, and her steps erratic. Her other two sisters had been more than willing to help me out – Audrey and Alex weren't particularly fond of Rory.

Well, really, who in this household was fond of Mr Grumpy, the guy permanently stuck with a stick shoved up his sorry ass?

I thought over my excellent plan as both of us trotted down the hall. "Man up, girl," I scolded, shooting her a look, which she swiftly ignored. "Some men have to be taught a lesson, and in this case, it's Rory." I nodded firmly to myself, my mouth set in a determined line.

"B-but won't Mr Rory be angry with us?" Amber squeaked out. She bit her lip. "I mean, he has quite the temper…"

I laughed. "Darling, everyone knows here I could shut him up with a just a few words, and a smack to his head," I chuckled, and she smiled slightly. "So don't you worry your pretty little head off. This is going to be excellent."

I'd even brought a camera with me, to record the priceless moment which would soon be happening. Really, I should be giving myself a good pat on the back for my amazing planning. The triplets – mainly Audrey and Alex, seeing as Amber had been slightly afraid to do it – had gathered all the members of Wooburke mansion. The butlers, maids, chefs, vampire's…assistants (if you get what I mean), were all huddled around the shower area. Waiting.

Now, I would tell you why they were all waiting at the shower area, but that would ruin the surprise…

I left Amber with her two sisters, who both gave me winks of approval. I grinned, a mischievous glint in my eye. Oh, this was going to priceless…

I trampled past the big group of humans, who all were waiting patiently. None of them actually knew what was going on, (apart from Amber, Alex, and Audrey), but they would be finding out in due time…

I tiptoed like the skilled ninja I was, being careful to dodge objects and make sure I didn't bang into anything. When I felt the hot steam hit my face, I knew I was there. Carefully – cautiously – I creeped over to a certain shower stall, where a certain ass-face was singing like someone had just died, (well, there were dead people in this place, but you get the point).

I snickered quietly, and rolled my eyes. "Please, do not give up your day job." Then I snatched up the pile of fresh clothing, and scampered out of there like there was no tomorrow. I emerged out into the crowd, where a few people gave me curious looks.

"Would you like to explain what is going on, Mistress?" A woman – most likely a maid, judging by her outfit – asked, trying and failing to mask her irritation. I couldn't blame her annoyance, really, for what I was about to do was extremely immature. But right then there, I couldn't have given a fuck. When I wanted revenge, I bloody well got it.

I grinned at her, showing off my pearls. "All in due time, malady," I answered mysteriously, bowing deeply to her. She blushed like a tomato, obviously not used to having people bow to her. I felt somebody grab my arm suddenly, and I swivelled round to see Alex, who was smirking at me.

"The shower's stopped," She informed, and those three words brought evil delight to my revenge-hungry brain. I immediately dropped the pile of clothes, which consisted of dark jeans and a pristine, ironed, long sleeved white shirt. I nodded to Alex, who squealed happily. She pulled out a mobile phone (when did she get that?!) and pressed the record button.

There was a muffled shuffling from inside, and the sound of a shower door being banged closed. Silence filled the air for a good couple of minutes, before an angry yell broke through the hush.

"ROSALIE STACKHOUSE!" Rory screamed, storming into the hall, his magenta eyes burning. "Where are my bloody clothes?!"

The entire crowed stood stunned, their mouths agape. They obviously had not been expecting this. Really, did these people have any fun, at all?! A shy boy, maybe a year or two younger than me stuttered out a few words. "M-Mister Rory," He gasped quietly, "Shouldn't you put some clothes on?"

Rory turned to glare at the boy, his jaw clenched. "I don't have any, George!" He spat. Suddenly, his eyes widened, probably realising now the attention he'd received. Everyone stared back at him, still standing there dumfounded. I silently hoped they'd laugh, or something.

Fortunately, a girl cracked a small smile, which seemed to set off a chain reaction. Soon, the hallway was filled with booming laughs. Alex and Audrey was screaming themselves silly with joy, rolling about the floor. Even Amber was clutching her sides, and I noticed her wipe a few tears of laughter away.

Rory stood there, shocked. It took him a few moments to register their laughter. He glanced down at himself, and turned a deep scarlet when he realised he was naked, save for a white towel hanging loosely off his bottom half.

I strutted up to him, a smug grin on my face. Rory watched me warily, and scowled slightly at my amused expression. "You seem to be enjoying this," He snapped. I nodded, and practically threw his clothes in his face. Still grinning, I reached up to pat his cheek, chuckling at his stormy face.

"And that, my dear Rory," I said into his ear mockingly, "Is sweet revenge."

Then I snapped a picture of him half-naked, and holding his clothes, before waltzing out of there. Mission complete.

"That was brilliant," Alex gushed, doing my hair into a fish plait as she sat behind me, Indian-style, on her bed. Alex, Amber and Audrey took me to the servants' quarters after the whole thing with Rory, to kill some time. I didn't really have anything else to do, apart from getting things together for school which was in a couple of days, and finding a dress for Luke's party. Of course, I knew that wouldn't have been too hard; my closet was filled to the brim with dresses.

The servants' quarters was one extremely long hallway, with dozens of doors stretching all the way to the end. Each servant's room, as I assumed, was built like any other one, (minus the fact that the occupants of the different rooms would design then differently to their tastes). The triplet's room was about half the size of my room, with three single beds – one on the far right near the window, one in the middle, and one on the far left. There was a conjoining room, probably a bathroom of sorts.

Amber sat timidly on the window ledge, looking shy, but not as much as she usually was. The girl seemed more relaxed in my presence. Audrey was reading a book on her bed, seemingly engrossed – but I could tell she was paying attention to our conversation. "He looked so embarrassed," Alex continued, her skilled hands deftly shaping and twisting the stands of my hair. "You are a genius."

I felt obliged to agree with her, but held my tongue. "It was your plan as much as it was mine," I argued, gesturing to Audrey, Amber and Alex, grinning. "If you guys hadn't gathered everyone so quickly…" I trailed off, my smile still wide on my face.

"We know," Audrey piped up. "We girls know how to make boys pay." All three of us laughed at that. Suddenly, I remembered something. A frown stretched onto my face, my brow creasing in worry.

"Hey, are you alright, Rose?" Amber piped up from the window, looking at me in concern. I shook my head, and sighed deeply, gaining all three girls' attention.

"You guys heard about Aaron, right?" I asked them, a grimace forming onto my lips and a horrible dread spreading in the pit of my stomach. The three of them nodded slowly, sadly.

"Yeah. Word spreads quick 'round here," Audrey confessed, putting her book down. She sent me an apologetic look. "Sorry, but when there's gossip about the higher-ups, it's pretty hot news." I rolled my eyes.

"Have you told Godric about his escape?" Alex asked worriedly, tugging at my dark locks. I gulped, a little embarrassed.

"Er – well, I was going to tell him last night, but I, um…got a little distracted," I squeaked out, a blush rising on my pale cheeks. I could practically feel Alex and Audrey's smug grins burning into my back, and I stifled a groan of frustration. Not this again.

Oh, but sweet, sweet, naïve Amber had no idea what we were suggesting. "What did you get distracted with, Rosalie?" Amber asked, geniuely curious. Audrey choked on her spit in surprise, causing Alex to howl with laughter. I turned a vivid scarlet, trying to hide my face, but to no avail. The timid girl shot us a confused look.

"What's so funny?" Amber asked quietly. She turned to look at me again. "Did I say something wrong?"

Alex clutched her sides, trying to lessen her breathy laughs. "O-oh, gosh…you are just too cute sometimes, little sis," Alex giggled, panting. I let out an irritated breath. Amber crossed her arms, a rare sign of anger painting her features.

"I'm hardly younger," She scoffed at Alex, who raised a skeptical eyebrow. "By like…five minutes," Amber argued. Alex shook her head, not saying anything, but the amused smirk was still there.

A loud knock at the door made us all freeze. "Who's that?" Audrey asked, eyeing the thick, oak door. Alex frowned, her fingers reluctantly leaving my hair.

"I don't know," She confessed. "Who is it?" Alex asked, a bit louder. I felt a familiar tug at my back, causing me to topple backwards and crash into Alex. "Whoa! What's up with you, Rose?"

I rolled my eyes, knowing exactly who was outside the door now. "You can come in Godric," I said. Of course, Godric didn't really need an invitation to come in, seeing as he was the master of the entire mansion. The door flung open, and the girls tensed up instantly. Godric did not look happy.

He flashed over to me, and hauled me up over his broad shoulder. "Hey!" I screeched, flailing my legs in the air. "What are you doing?! Put me down!"

I didn't need to look to see his murderous gaze. I could feel the angry energy swimming off of him easy enough. I twisted my neck round a little to see the triplets, with looks of fear on their faces.

"What is the meaning of this?" Godric's deep, raspy voice bellowed out.

"W-we're sorry, Master!" Alex, Audrey and Amber cried in unison. My brow furrowed in confusion. They hadn't done anything wrong! I hit his muscled back, knowing Godric couldn't feel the pain, but did so anyway.

"They didn't do anything," I argued softly into his back. "Don't get mad at them for nothing, Godric."

"Nothing?!" Godric exploded. "I wake up, expecting to see you beside me, but I find the bed empty! So I searched the entire mansion for you, and then one of my men tells me you are in the servant's quarters?"

"So?" I retorted. "Alex, Audrey and Amber are my friends! I don't care if they're maids, or servants. What's the difference of spending some time in this room rather than mine upstairs?"

"Because you are the mistress of the house!" He yelled, letting go of me so I thudded onto the floor. I stood up quickly, dusting myself off. I would not let him stomp and trample on my pride. Godric leered down at me, his face twisted in a frightening dark anger. His normal bluish-grey eyes had clouded into a pearly black, and his fangs peeked down from his upper lip. "You should not be spending time with lowly servants!"

My self-control snapped. Who did he think he was? I shoved him in his hard chest. Of course, he didn't budge an inch, but I wanted to show him just how wrong he was. I looked back at my three friends, whose faces were a mask of worry and terror. They were huddled together, looking at Godric fearfully. My gaze softened, but only for a moment, before snapping back to Godric.

"It does not matter who they are," I said darkly, my tone laced with rage. Even Godric seemed shocked at my voice, which was full of authority. I pointed at the triplets, before speaking angrily. "They are human beings. Sure, they may be lowly servants, as you put it, but they are people. They are just like you or I. It doesn't matter where they come from, who they are, or what they are. They deserve respect."

Godric glared at me, looking about ready to retort back something smartass, but I beat him to it. "If this is what it means to be your mate," I hissed, stretching my arms out, "Then I'd rather be the speck of dirt on your shoe." Then I shoved passed him, and stormed out the door. I didn't miss the look of utter hopelessness and hurt on his face.

I didn't care where I went; all I cared about was getting as far away from Godric as possible. I ignored that longing feeling – the sharp tug at that infuriating invisible line, which tied us together indefinitely. How could I have been such a fool? Godric – had he no respect for others? What difference did it make, if I hung out with people who had different jobs from me? We were all the same, whether we were kings and queens or beggars.

With a shocked pang, I could suddenly feel his sorrow and loneliness. His emotions were laced with an undertone of regret, and a sliver of bubbling anger. But that didn't faze me. I needed to get out of there. Somewhere away from the suffocating mansion that seemed to only have been causing me problems. I knew that Godric wouldn't hesitate to find me, so I quickened my pace.

I walked slowly down a darkened lane, my steps calm and focused. Surprisingly, I didn't feel any fear. I knew that if anyone – or anything – tried to attack me, I could defend myself. I felt powerful tonight. There was this surge of power broiling in the pit of my stomach, and my fingertips sparked a purple, electric light every step I took.

Did my emotions affect my power?

They must have. Most times I used them; I had been in a panicked situation. First it was Lorena, I had tried to defend Sookie, but the vampire had almost overwhelmed me. In my frenzy, the light had just burst out, and all I wanted was for her to be pushed back. I had used my mind to control it, but how did I summon it?

But there had been another situation. Maryann had gotten me extremely angry, more than I'd ever been. I think the fact that she had taken control of Lafayette had pushed me over the edge. Nobody hurt my friends and got away with it. But I had been so furious, that the power I'd summoned was massive. I remembered it clearly, I remembered being so angry, that all I wanted was destruction.

So I had brought my elf powers forward by two emotions: panic and anger. I think it had to be strong emotions – not ones like sadness. It occurred to me that happiness might have worked, and maybe love. But at the moment, I was feeling neither of those.

I needed somewhere to sit and think. Somewhere I could calm down. My first thought was Sookie's house – but that was too far away on foot, and besides, my sister wasn't even in town at the moment. I clenched my fists, which were practically spitting out the powerful purple stuff. I needed to reign in my anger. It wasn't good that I was this angry.

I found a small little wood, just off the lane. It was too dark to really see much, but my eyesight was more defined that most humans. I breathed in the smell of the nature – the damp, mossy smell of a stream, and the arid mustiness of the ancient trees. It was peacefully quiet; the only sounds the trickling of the nearby stream, and the occasional hoot of an owl. It was perfect.

My bare feet crunched over the leaves and sticks on the ground, as I walked over to a nice sized log. It was sturdy and moss-free, so I plonked myself down on it. I had to admit, it was nice to just have me to myself, with only the sounds of the forest around me.

I closed my eyes, and let out a weary sigh. I sat there for a while, listening to the wind whistling through the trees, and the rustling in the bushes.

My eyes snapped open, suddenly on high alert. Rustling in the bushes?

I scanned the empty clearing, my heart pounding in my chest. My arms were outstretched with my palms open, ready to blow anyone backwards who decided to pounce.

Suddenly, there was a small little pop, and my vision was taken over by a deep purple dust. I waved my hands about, trying to clear the dust, and coughing so I could get the stuff out my lungs. Of course, I knew exactly what this was about. I was just a little annoyed that they'd come back for me already.

When the colourful haze dispersed, a figure stood in the clearing. It was a man. He had long, raven-coloured hair, porcelain skin, midnight eyes, and a trait I feared to see right now – pointy ears. The elf wore long, white robes, which seemed impossibly clean, despite being in the forest. He seemed to glow a white light.

This wasn't my brother. That much I knew. He looked to be around thirty – how I guessed that was beyond me, because his face was devoid of any wrinkles. Must be an elf thing. Despite being thirty, I knew he was much older than that. My father looked thirty, but he was almost five thousand years old!

I stood up off the log, and approached the elf cautiously. I had no idea if he was going to whisk me off to elf land, like Ellisar had, so I kept my distance. The elf locked my gaze, and a smile lit up his face. I watched in fascination, wondering how on earth he could smile and not have a single bit of skin scrunch up. Not even Botox could do that to your face!

Before I could open my mouth to ask who the hell he was and what he wanted, he had disappeared in the blink of an eye. I stood still, wondering if I'd just imagined him appearing before me. Suddenly, a face popped up in front of me, sending me reeling backwards and screeching like a banshee.

A pair of hands caught my flailing arms, and I looked up into the face of the grinning elf. I wasn't really sure what to say, so I looked down at his sleeves, which were so long, that they were almost covering up my bare arms.

"I must say, the fashion in this dimension is shocking," The elf said, his voice deep and humorous. I raised an eyebrow. That was the last thing I'd expected this guy to say. I frowned, watching as he examined me from head to toe. The elf clucked his tongue, letting out a noise close to disapproval. "Really, imagine what your father would say if he saw you wearing such a revealing piece of clothing."

My mouth dropped open. Revealing? Was this guy nuts? I looked down at myself, wondering how on earth a pair of capris and a t-shirt could be revealing. The elf tutted, and pulled me up with a sharp jerk of his wrists. He patted me down, ridding me of the dirt on my clothes. Then his long fingers tugged down my sleeves, as if he was trying to cover up my exposed arms.

"What are you doing?" I asked him incredulously. The elf looked at me, pouting.

"Come on, sweetie, you know elves aren't supposed to show their skin like this," He sighed. "I mean, look how much skin's here." He rubbed his smooth hands down my arms, and then gestured to the bottom half of my legs and my bare feet. "You should be wearing these. You're the princess for crying out loud. And those human clothes are disgusting."

I stared at him like he'd grown two heads. "You must joking."

"No, you must be joking," The elf retorted back, shaking his head. "Lucky for you, darling, I so happen to have an extra robe on me." With a click of his long fingers, a shimmering white dress – much like his, except smaller – appeared out of thin air. I stared at the floating dress in shock. Okay, not something you see every day…

"Well, go on," He urged, rolling his eyes. "Take it. Gosh, honey, you act as if you've never seen magic before." I held my hand out, and cautiously poked the dress, as if it was a wild animal that would pounce out at any moment. When I touched it, my hand started to shimmer along with it. The elf, noticing this, chortled happily. "And you see why we don't come to earth in public wearing these. The magic in the dress reacts with the elf, you see."

I took a handful of the dress, and sucked in a sharp breath. The material was inhumanly soft – not even the finest factories or companies could make silk as soft as this. It was so smooth, that I had to keep a firm grip so it wouldn't slip through my fingers like liquid.

"Thank you," I said to the elf, smiling. "It's beautiful." He nodded, grinning in triumph. I took the whole dress in my arms, and cradled it as though it were a precious treasure.

"Well, put it on then," The elf laughed, "What are you waiting for?" I gave him an odd look.

"I'm not gonna change while you're watching, you perv," I muttered. The elf's laughter bellowed through the trees, and I watched in curiosity as a few golden tears leaked out his dark eyes.

"Oh, you are funny, sweetie," He chuckled, "Just use your magic to change." I shot him a confused look.

"How?" I asked, looking down at the dress, then back up to his amused face. "Can't you just turn around?"

The elf sighed, stopping to rub his temples. "When my brother said you didn't know much about the way of the elf, he was right. Oh, seldarine. You have much to learn," He stepped closer to me, and cupped my face in his glowing hands.

Do elves have a fetish for touching, or something? I scolded myself mentally, realising how bloody wrong that sounded…

"…You certainly have grown into a young, beautiful woman," The elf sighed sadly. "I missed watching you grow up. It's a shame my brother had to send you to the humans. If only there weren't so many greedy dark forces out there, you would have had a proper upbringing…"

I pushed his hands away, giving him a stern look. "Okay, who the hell are you?" I demanded. "Dude, I get that you're an elf, but you could be a little more specific. You just showed up out of nowhere."

The elf shot me an apologetic look. "Yes, I'm terribly sorry for springing up on you, darling, but I had to come. You see, there are some bad things out here at night. Lots of werewolves," His face distorted into one of disgust. The look didn't suit the beauty of his face. "…Ugly, disgusting brutes. Think they own the goddamn place," He spat. His face softened when he looked at me, and I squeaked in surprise when he pulled me in for a bone crushing hug.

Yep. Definitely a touching problem.

He smelt like the woods, and the fresh smell of cut grass. "It's just lucky I got here in time to ward them off, my love," He sighed, patting my head. I grumbled into his pristine dress.

"Are you gonna tell me who you are?" I asked impatiently, pushing him away. The elf chuckled, and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, my body felt all fuzzy, like it was being electrocuted or something. I didn't feel any pain, though. When I looked down, I gasped loudly. My body, head to toe, was glimmering a bright fuchsia. When the glimmering died down, the dress was in its place, flowing down from my neck all the way to my toes. The dress was still glowing like a lamplight.

"Much better," The elf decided, nodding. "It seems that you adofaer nature is lightning. Interesting. I can tell by the colour. Purple lightning is a pretty rare nature – I've only ever seen three or four who've had it – and believe me, I've lived for a very long time."

I had no idea what he was talking about. "Um. That's nice. Can you tell me who you are?" I asked him as politely as an impatient person could. The elf rolled his eyes.

"I would have thought you'd guessed it by now, honey," He sighed. "I'm your osu'tan. Your uncle."

I was slightly shocked. This elf was my uncle? I guess it hadn't really crossed my mind that my father, being as old as he was, would have someone who rivalled him in age. "Um, well, it's nice to meet you…um –"

"I'm Adorellan," He said, "But you can call me Uncle Adorellan. Although, I do prefer Uncle El," He chuckled lightly to himself.

"Okay, Uncle El," I said, testing out the name. Saying it seemed to bring a cheesy grin to his face, a twinkle to his eye. He squealed much like a little kid, and wrapped me up in a hug again, twirling me round in a circle.

"You have no idea how long I've waited to hear that name!" Uncle El yelled happily. "Just wait 'till your Aunt Chandrelle sees you again! She's been dying to see you ever since we appeared on that roof!"

"Wait, you guys were there?" I asked, surprised. I remembered when Ellisar had summoned a big group of elves on Hotel Carmilla's roof – that was the day I'd found out about the heritage. I had no idea that my Aunt and Uncle had been there, too.

"Of course! Do you think we'd miss out on a visit to see our darling niece?!" Uncle Adorellan exclaimed. "I must say though, poor Ellisar's been a grumpy old bat for days, now. He wishes he could have convinced you to come home."

I stepped out of his tight embrace, my dress swishing and sparkling as I did so. I crossed my arms in a defensive way, and shot him a stern look. "Don't tell me you're going to force me to go there," I said suspiciously. Uncle El held up his hands in mock surrender.

"Wouldn't dream of it, little one," He chuckled. "I know how feisty you are. Got your looks from you father, but your personality from your mother. She was a tough one, she was," He grinned softly, as if remembering a distant memory. Suddenly, his face grew serious. "Although, my love, you can't stay here forever. You have to come home at some point. Before your seventeenth birthday, preferably. You have to go through the immortality ritual, and it will only work in the elven lands."

"What happens if I don't go to the elven lands before my birthday?" I wondered aloud. Uncle El grimaced, and looked away into the darkness of the forest.

"You will explode, and turn into a pile of purple dust," He explained, and my eyes widened in shock. "…And eventually, even the dust will disappear, until nothing of your former self will exist."

"R-right," I stuttered nervously. "Surely there's another way. Godric said I can turn into a vampire, if I really want –"

"WHAT?!" My Uncle screamed in fury, his bellowing voice almost blasting me backwards. I listened to it echo through the silent woods – which wasn't so silent now. Birds took flight, and the sound of animals scurrying away could be heard. I swore I could hear howling in the distance.

"I will be damned if I let my niece turn into one of those bloodsucking monsters," He roared. I cringed at his voice.

"Hey, listen man," I countered, "My mate's a bloodsucking monster as you put it, so watch your tongue."

Uncle El made a face, and was about to retort back, until there another string of howls. Much, much closer this time. I swore I could hear the soft padding of feet nearby. Uncle El snapped his head in the direction of the howls.

"Werewolves," He muttered in distaste. He looked over at me, worry painted in his features. "Quick, my child, take my hand." He held his hand out to me.

I gave his hand a skeptical look. "Are you gonna transport me to the elf land, or something?" I asked suspiciously. "'Cause if you are…"

Uncle El sighed, and in a few big strides, hand his hand clutching mine. And it was just in time, too, as a fuckload of hungry werewolves burst from the darkness.

Just in case you've forgotten: -

seldarine - gods

adofaer – peaceful magic

osu'tan – uncle (brother of father)