He'd kissed her. KISSED! The nerve of that man! How dare he lay his lips upon her!
"It's alright to admit you enjoyed it, dear." Marcelle stared at Nora through narrow eyes.
"I did not. It was vile and repulsive and how dare he." The woman simply chuckled as she wiped down the counters. "I remember the first time I fell in love. I was just as scared as you are. For different reasons, of course. After all, I'm not a faery, and the man I loved was not after my blood!" The smile that refused to leave her face was really beginning to be annoying. Love? A vampire? There was no way in hell. Was there? "The look on your face says it all, dearie. You'll realize it soon enough." Were these people all going mad?
"I don't love him, Nora. We're from two different worlds. He helped me in a time of need and it's as simple as that."
Footsteps echoed through the kitchen as he emerged, cleaned up after a fresh shower, and a bag hanging over his shoulder.
"Ready?" Nora walked to him and placed frail hands around him, squeezing as tight as she could.
"Be safe, honey. And take care of her. She's a special girl, you know. Anyone who loves you purely is." He smiled, looking over at the fae, who just so happened to have her back to him as the hard blush traveled across her features.
"Let's go." Standing, Marcelle was the first from the room, not even bothering to turn around. The nerve!
"Where are we going?" She finally asked, glancing over at Aiden as he drove the vehicle down the road.
"And she finally speaks to me!" The look on her face was threatening, silently growling at him to answer the question. His eyes met hers, and suddenly the vampire burst into laughter. "That look is adorable!" He spat out between chuckles, which only annoyed Celle even more.
"Answer the damn question!" Straightening up, he shook his head, continuing to smile as he responded.
"For now, we're simply driving. The farther we can get away, the easier it'll be to get on a plane and get out of here. If we leave from here, chances are Riannon will find the plane, and stop it. Then we're screwed." Made sense.
"We need to stop eventually. Before the sun goes down."
"And why is that?"
"I need sunlight." The cocked brow said it all. "Faeries are like plants. We get our energy from the sun, and we live off that. If we go a couple days without it, we start to wilt and grow weak, and after a week, we start to die. At least, that's how I am. I've never met another faery." Aiden reached a hand out and took hers in it, smiling warmly at her.
"You'll be okay, Marcelle. I promise. We'll stop when we get the chance."
The sun was beginning to go down by the time Aiden stopped, and it wasn't until then that Marcelle realized he'd been holding her hand the entire time. She was embarrassed, but somehow alright with that fact. Why did he make her feel so safe? Stepping from the vehicle, the fae shed her jacket and stepped into the clearing. The sunlight felt wonderful as warmed her skin, filling up the empty spaces. But it was strange having a pair of eyes on her, watching the ritual that usually consisted of her, and her alone.
"How is it that you can go in the sun? Aren't vampires not supposed to be able to do that?" He smiled as he came into the clearing, hands moving to lift the shirt that covered his torso. She gasped and looked away quickly, but then slowly returned to him as he began speaking.
"It's a spell that allows me to do it. Written in an ancient language your ancestors came up with. Normally, yes, you're right. Vampires can't step into direct sunlight. We burn as if we were thrown into a fire, boils, all that fun stuff." Marcelle stepped towards him, reaching a hand out to run her fingers over the black markings. How familiar it looked, and yet she knew she'd never seen it before.
"Sorry." The fae jumped back, pulling her hand away from his skin quickly.
"Don't be." As he took a step towards her, hand reaching out to take hers, the girl pulled away, shaking her head at him.
"Please don't, Aiden. I still can't trust you."
"Why? You can't push me away forever, Marcelle. You know that, right?" He really was cocky, wasn't he? "I won't hurt you. I won't let anyone hurt you." This was all so confusing. As safe as she felt with him, as much as she wanted to like him, she couldn't. But why? Was it simply because of what he was? Because of what she was? Or was there some other reason for it? He came towards her again, catching the fae's petite hands in his, pulling her in even as she tried to slip away.
"Aiden! Please, don-" But before she could finish, his lips were upon hers, arms holding her in place as she fought until the girl eventually gave in. As wrong as this whole thing was, as much as she didn't want to like him, as much as she wanted to hate him, she wanted to stay with him. This was crazy.
They'd backed up into a tree by the time Marcelle pulled her arms from around his neck and pushed him off. The moon was beginning to rise as she caught her breath, forehead against his, eyes closed, focusing on breathing.
"We should get going."
"Yeah. We should."
Oh god, what the hell was she getting herself into?