"Erik, are you alright!" Jaclyn said as she sprang from the piano to my side. "Nothing I just had a nightma- well, I'm not sure what to call it, it wasn't exactly horrific nor was it-"

"If it was average, why did you jump like that?" "The dream ended with a jolt." I said, looking at her, her eyes beautiful and gently shining, she was smiling soothingly. A lock of hair hung over her eye, I tucked it gently behind her ear. Her smile widened, "Thank you" Her honey voice cooed sweetly. Her eyes flicked to the deformed side of my face.

"I told you something from my past, now I riddle me this, what happened to your face?" Her gentle finger tips traveled over the contours of my face, I let her do it. "I was born like this." I answered her, her eyes glazed over and became misty. She looked away from me and remained silent. It worried me, I hadn't seen her like this, it worried me, "Jaclyn." She looked at me, the glaze over her eyes disappeared. "What's wrong?" I asked gently, "Just a memory, don't worry about it, I'm fine." She smiled and slid closer to me, looking me in the eyes, her soft hands appeared on my face, turning my face up so I was gazing into her dark jade eyes, and just stared into those gentle green orbs. She returned the gaze, staring deep into my eyes, her hands disappeared from my face and she withdrew. I didn't want that to end, the sensation was simply amazing, never had I been touched like that without something horrible happening after that. I wanted her to touch me again, "Jaclyn, would you allow me to hold you?" I asked, uncertainly. She didn't reply but slid close to me again, resting her head on my shoulder, I wrapped my arms around her.

Remember, she trusts you Erik, don't ruin it. I thought as she snuggled closer to my body frame. "Jaclyn, have you ever heard of a person called Dragonfire?" I asked. She didn't reply at first.

"I have, when I was part of the Redeeming Angels, that was my street name, we had fake names that had to do with our way of fight or past, me I'm a fighting master in an ancient fighting group, the White Dragon, the highest rank you can achieve, it took me four years a record breaker and I'm the best White Dragon." She tore away from me got up and went to the kitchen, she came back, and showed me her hand, there was a picture of a dragon on the back of her hand, blue, white and red fire was emitting from its mouth. "The tattoo runs up the entire length of my body, there's two, they start at my feet and run up my legs then cross unto my back, entwining at my spine, over my shoulders and down my arms. Its tradition to get the rank animal tattooed on your body." Her voice was full of a type of wisdom that said I wouldn't understand if she told me. I took her hand gently and studied it, it was an Eastern dragon, so she must've studied somewhere in Asia. "And what about a Silverfire?" I looked up at her in question.

"How do you know this?" She hissed as she jerked her hand from my grasp.

"It was in a dream, and the character Dragonfire came to save me from a freak show that I have no clue how I got there, and Dragonfire had your voice, when the strong men came to stop you, Silverfire showed up and helped you."

"Silverfire was my Angels partner, we knew each other since we were children, we were play mates, cousins." She looked at me, her eyes were yet again glazed over, "And her most important solo mission, she was killed. Whoever killed her dumped he body at the door of the head quarters." Jaclyn cried out and moaned, I took her into my arms, cooing to her gently. She cried into my shirt, "She was a sister to me." We just stood there and she cried. She pulled back and looked me in the eyes, "I'm sorry, it's a sensitive topic. Amarillo was always there for me and when she was killed, my entire world just caved in, the rest of my real family was killed then by some psycho and then all I had was the Redeeming Angels, I never left base unless on a mission and I was always in my room. I only came out every now and then, I starved myself." She was about to continue, what she was telling me hurt her with every word.

"Jaclyn, its alright, I'm sorry you lost her, but I can't stand you torturing yourself like this." I whispered to her gently, she took a deep breathe and composed herself.

Jaclyn POV

As time proceeded on, Erik grew more and more comforting to be around, his touch more gentle and caring. He kept his distance though, I don't blame him, I was just as mentally unstable as he was at times.

He knows some of your past, tell some but don't tell all, he doesn't need to know what happened anymore. His occasional weary glances said he was thinking about something that had to do with me. When he gave me that glance, I gave him an interested look and smiled slightly. He would look away, smiling was a good way to get Erik and his suspicions to look away for a while.

"I'm tired, I'm gunna go take a nap." I told him, he looked at me wearily.

"Just don't fall asleep behind the door." He said, humor soaking every syllable.

"Oh very funny, it was your fault." I replied.

"I cease to see why its my fault." He muttered, I groaned and threw my throw pillow at him, it hit his chest.

"Oh very mature Jaclyn." He grumbled.

"I'm only 19, I'm not supposed to be too mature." I grumbled back as I went to my room. Laying down, I thought that life with Erik wasn't so bad, he really was a good person, people misunderstood him, just because he looked different, if the world calls him a monster, its only because they make him out to be one, in some twisted way.

He's not that bad, he's human, he cares, unlike some people.

"Yes, I could learn to love him, if that's what he wants."

Erik POV

"Yes, I could learn to love him, if that's what he wants." She said sleepily. I walked into her room and sat down in the arm chair there and just gazed at her, the calm even rhythm of her breathing told me she was asleep. She was perfect, in every way, and she's willing to love me. What she said brought peace to my soul, better than any piece of music could do, that restlessness was gone, completely, I suppose I get my lucky break with Jaclyn, and there was no pesky fop to get in my way this time.

Ohhh, Jaclyn has a shadowy past, what on Earth could this mean!