"So what happened last night?" Jan asked as they finally entered into Marcelle's room. She didn't say anything at first, just sat on her bed and stared out the window. Finally, the fae took a deep breath and looked at her pretty friend.

"I thought I saw something. I got spooked and left." Jan didn't believe it, but knew if Celle wanted to talk about something, she would. With a smile, she walked up and wrapped her arms around the redhead, giving a soft squeeze.

"Well, if you ever need me, I'm here. You know that, right?" Celle gave a nod. "I have school work to do. Wanna hit the movies tonight? Do a bit of unwinding?" After a brief think, she gave another nod.

"I'll call you. Thank you for letting me use your car." Jan gave a final smile before heading out.

The day went by slowly, an unusual Saturday for her. Normally, Marcelle would be out in the forest, letting her wings fall around her, talking with the animals about the week. But today? The girl was too frightened. What was that guy? He'd haunted her dreams last night, his blue eyes a deep red then, following her through the darkness. Shudders went down her spine, her nose twitching as the memory began to make her feel more and more uncomfortable. Perhaps a walk in the forest was exactly what she needed. After all, he couldn't have followed her here. Could he?

"Perhaps he was a vampire." The large buck spoke softly to her, gazing about the forest. Marcelle leaned against him, laying in the tall grass. "They have been known to wander about this area." She listened to his words, processing them quickly.

"Why do you think he was a vampire?"

"The way you explained him. We have stories, here in the forest. Stories none of us wanted to share with you about your ancestors." The faery leaned forward, turning to look at him. She was confused, but also hurt. Why would they keep secrets such as these?

"Will you tell me?" He looked between the members of his herd, all unsure of what to do.

"This isn't the time, little one. You'll understand the truth eventually." Perhaps he could sense the fear radiating off of her. He was right, it wasn't the right time. It might possibly freak her out even more.

By the time the faery said goodbye to her friends and made her way indoors to begin getting ready, the sun was setting. Jan was already on her way, so there wasn't any time left to bail. Why did this whole situation scare her so? He was just a normal guy. Creepy, yes. But a vampire? There was no way. There came a knock, and with a smile, the redhead opened it, inviting her friend in happily.

"You ready to go?" Jan pondered aloud, cocking a brow and smiling mischievously at her.

"Why are you giving me that look?"

"Sammi said she saw you with a boy last night on the balcony. An oh-so-dreamy, stunningly-gorgeous boy. What's his name?"

"Aiden Ravenwood. I don't know him. He startled me last night, and that was all." Which was true.

"And you left? Why didn't you dance with him? Aren't you the one who's always telling us to talk to more people, to always be friendly to those we don't know?" Pursing her lips, Marcelle sighed. Her friend had a point. Had she been too harsh on the stranger? Perhaps. And perhaps she was simply going off of instincts, and those instincts told her to be wary of him.

"Let's just go. I don't want to talk about it."

The movie was long. Too long. Or perhaps Marcelle was too tense. A minute seemed to take hours to pass, and she could feel a pair of eyes glued to her. The movie was only halfway done, but she couldn't stay.

"This sucks. We should go get our money back." She seemed to sense the faery's discomfort, and with a nod, the two girls stood from the packed theater and made their way out. Marcelle glanced back every so often, waiting to see him emerge from the doors. But there was nothing. No one, aside from the tween girl pop out to use the restroom. Stepping outside, Jan lit up a smoke, sitting on the metal bench and looking up at her friend.

"What's wrong, Marcelle? Something is seriously up. I haven't seen you this tense since Cynthia Rogers sliced her hand open in biology." Green eyes met her brown ones.

"It's silly, honestly. I don't know why, but the-"

"Hello, darling." That voice. Marcelle froze, chills traveling over every inch of her body. "Fancy seeing you here." Jan's eyes opened wide, lips parting as she stared at the man.

"What do you want?" She spun quickly, staring up into the eyes that loomed over her. He was close, their bodies only a few inches from each other.

"I wanted to hang out. Get to know you." Her friend stood, lips parting to say something. "Go home." Aiden whispered with a smile, eyes meeting hers briefly. Then, as if she were in a trance, the girl turned and disappeared.

"Janice! Wait!" He grabbed the girl's arm before she could run off after her. "Let go of me!" She growled to him, his head cocked to the side as her watched her. His hand was cold, like the winter snow. Most people were cold compared to her, but this was different. "What do you want, Aiden?" He backed her up into a corner, darkness and shadows hiding them from people as they passed by.

He leaned his face down, wrapping his arms around her waist. She heard him inhale, taking in her scent.

"Please don't." She whispered, causing him to release her slightly. He leaned his head back and stared down at her. Even in the darkness, he could still make out her angelic features perfectly.

"Don't what, I wonder?" She had a single tear streaming down her cheek as her eyes met his, which strangely made the broken organ in his chest hurt.

"Bite and kill me. I don't want to die at the hands of a vampire." What a strange girl. He took a step back, releasing her from his grip. Arms crossed in front of his chest as he watched her curiously.

"I wasn't planning on killing you, Marcelle. Faery blood is much too sweet for someone like me. I don't really feel like going insane any time soon." After taking a look around, he sighed, shaking his head. "You do smell quite delectable though, if I do say so myself." He reached a hand out, forcing his best, most gentle, smile. "Come on. I'll take you home." She was hesitant for a moment, glancing down at his hand. "Unless you'd rather fly home and risk being seen by everyone." The look that suddenly crossed her face was one that made the vampire chuckle. Nose wrinkled, eyes narrowed, and her lips pursed ever so softly. Hesitantly, Marcelle placed her hand in his, taking a step from the shadows as if she were a newborn fawn.

. . .

She was so warm. It was strange, holding the hand of a fae. He'd never seen another one, and was positive they were extinct. But here she was. One of the purest forms of life, holding onto him. It was there and then that he decided he'd always protect her. Before, it was a feeling he was unsure of. Did he really much care for this girl? But now, things were different.

He opened the door for her, releasing her hand only when she was comfortably seated in the passengers side. Aiden made his way around quickly, never once taking his eyes off her. Turning the vehicle on, it sat for a long moment as he took in the smell once more. Lovely.

. . .

The ride was quiet. Marcelle was quite aware that he knew where she lived. Had he followed her last night? She glanced over at him, the corner of his lips turning up.

"If you want a kiss, all you have to do is ask for one." She looked away quickly, turning her head to stare out the window. What a cocky asshole. She was petrified of him. Did he seriously think she wanted to kiss him? Most certainly not!

"Welcome home." His blue eyes turned to stare at her, a brow raising just as one side of his lip did. Hand moved to open the door, but was stopped by the touch of death. "I'll see you soon, Marcelle. Be safe for me, alright? We can't have anyone else sinking their fangs into my little butterfly." She left quickly, rushing up the front door and inside, dead bolting it behind her.

. . .

"Mr. Ravenwood has found something quite interesting, your Highness." A beautiful blonde woman with locks flowing down past her shoulders said confidently, bowing to the man who sat, staring out the window. He held features stunningly similar to his older brother, but eyes as red as freshly spilled blood.

"And what is that, Riannon?" He asked her, voice soft and sweet. He turned to her and smiled, cocking his head.

"He's found a faery, possibly the last of her kind." The man stood, walking down from his perch, to stand in front of her. He held out a hand, smiling as she took it and stood straight, eyes meeting.

"How lovely. Go and find her, and bring her to me. Tell no one of this. Understood?" Her lips formed a straight line as she bowed softly.

"Understood." Riannon stood tall once more as she turned on a heel, rushing out of the large room with a dangerous grace that only someone with her talents could possess.

"How lovely."