"Okay, this was kissing. Serious kissing. Not just a kiss before moving out, not a good-bye, this was Hello, sexy and wow, she'd never even suspected that it could feel this way." - Rachel Caine, Glass Houses

Ranger POV

It's her. After so many years, it's her. Ranger thought grabbing Luna and kissing her powerfully. It has been so long since he'd last seen her, seven long, agonizing years. Blade senses that Ranger had no idea that Alissa is really Luna. His Luna.
"You never told her," Blade observes, focusing on Ranger. Ranger shakes his head, once he separates his lips from an alarmed Luna's.
"I didn't know." Ranger admits. They are all still stood outside the school, confusing Luna more than they should.
"Even when she saw you glow, you didn't realise?" Ranger shakes his head. Luna chimes in,
"how did you know that that's how I discovered what he is?" She's dying for answers, he can tell.
"I guesssed." Blade says.

"What are you two talking about?" She yells, removing her hand from Ranger's. He's tempted to pull her hand back, be he resists the urge.
"How long have you loved Ranger for?" Blade asks Luna bluntly. She blushes a light pink, fiddling with her fingers.
"A few days I guess. Why?" The news that she loves him makes Ranger fly into the clouds in a burst of happiness. But he can predict each word Blade will say next.
"Because Ranger's loved you for seven years."

Ranger and Blade are sat on the two seater sofa, opposite Luna sat in the arm chair. "Seven years ago was when I first joined Oak Wood High. I don't remember anything before that." Luna admits. Her blue eyes have been drained of colour.
"No," Blade says. "You do remember things before you joined Oak Wood, you just locked them away and lost the key. But know you've found the key. Ranger." Luna looks like she's about to faint, turning abnormally pale for a vampire.
"But me and Ranger met two days ago. I've never seen him before in my life." Ranger has concluded that sitting in the corner and keeping quiet is probably the best thing for Luna; Blade knows her much better than him, ao he should explain.
"That's the thing, you count joining Oak Wood as the beginning of your life. You've never tried to remember what there was before. The only thing you kept the same was your name." Blade tells her, softly.
"I know what happened before I started school. My parent's were killed by slayers." The words cut deep into her, and Ranger understands how hard it must be to say them. He's surprised she hasn't cried yet.
"How did they die?" Blade asks. Luna stares into the distance, the tear that Ranger is expecting falls down her face.
"I don't know." She whispers in a high pitch. "Why don't I know?" The question is aimed at nobody in particular, and her voice is ill and weak.
"Ranger can help." Blade says.
"Luna," he reaches for her hand, but she shrinks into the corner of the chair.
"How do you know my name?" She asks, timidly.
"When we were children -"
"I don't want to know, this is all too much" She says. "Blade, there is an empty apartment next door, it hasn't gone up for sale yet. You can stay there. If you climb through, my bathroom window you can get in." Blade nods, carrying his bag into the bathroom.
"Bye," he calls as he shuts the door.

"I'll go home now." Ranger tells her, sadly. To his surprise, Luna grabs him as he gets up to leave.
"Stay. I want to watch movies or something. Also I feel pretty weak, so I kinda want you here for safety." She tells him.
Luna walks over to her collection of DVD's grabs a handful, and heads into her bedroom. Through the gap in the door, Ranger can see her slide his favourite film into her DVD player under her TV. He jumps on to her bed, leaving an plenty of space for Luna. She clicks play then climbs onto the bed beside him. He kisses her head ligtly, telling her, "nobody is going to hurt you while I'm here. I've just got you back, I'm not letting you go." Ranger witnesses the form of a smile on her tired face.
"I do love you," she says.
"I know you do. I love you too." Luna rolls over, closing her sore eyes.
"You shouldn't. I carry royal baggage with me. It's dangerous loving me." She gently falls to sleep.

Eric POV

Eric marches through the twisting wooden doors, glowing brightly with fairie light. He feels sorry for all the creatures who have never seen a fairie kingdom. Being gifted with Sight is rare, but every royal family member has it. With his Sight, Eric could tell yesterday that the boy with Luna wasn't human. Nor was he vampire. In the instant roar of hate, Eric had paraded down to the fairie castle in Oak Wood, to present this news.

The bright, red-haired king sat in his throne, sipping on a cup of strawberry juice. When the doors flew open, and Eric waltzed in, he didn't need to look up to know who it was. "Eric, prince of the vampires. Welcome." The king stands, bowing with Eric in unison. He sits back down, fiddling with his glass. "Why are you here, boy?" he inquires. Eric steps forward.
"I wish to report a lawbreaker." The king rolls his eyes.
"Our species are on the brink of war. And you wish to talk lawbreakers?" The king's tone is rude, bored and tired.
"It's a case that involves both our kinds, sir." Eric tells him, his voice like a cowards.
"Explain." The king says, flatly.
"A boy in your realm is dating a vampire." The king chuckles,
"let the boy have his fun. They can't get married." Eric peruses his case, despite the king's lack of interest.
"They are in love. And actually, sir, they can get married. If the vampire feeds from him, then he drinks her blood, it is a technical marriage. I'm afraid if that happens..."
"What?" Roars the king.
"They will be one. He'll have her strength and speed, and she'll gain his magic. The vampire is also the best fighter in the entire vampire species, with ability beyond her age and species." The king looks thoughtful.
"Well, I was going to let it slide, but after you identified all the consequences, I'm not. Tell me the name of the boy." Eric gulped.
"Sir, forgive me, but I don't know his name The name of the vampire though is Luna, Luna Silver." The king's eyes turned black, and he threw his glass at Eric. It smashed in-front of him, causing him to retreat.
"One week. That's all you have. I want his name. Leave, prince. Don't return unless you have what I want."