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He'd been holding her hand since they got into the car, but so many emotions swirled about inside of her. The passion, the lust, the ravenous hunger. She could feel them all radiating off of him as he kissed her what felt like moments ago. Hell, Marcelle could still feel the tingle of his lips against her own, enough that her hand moved to touch them lightly. This was all too bizarre. Never in a million years did she think she'd be kissing someone like him. A vampire.
"I always wanted my first kiss to be special." His mouth opened, a look of pure shock crossing his features as he looked over at her.
"You mean to tell me I was your first?" Was he teasing her?
"Yes! I'm not some filthy lady of the night, waltzing around and spreading her love everywhere!" Aiden laughed at that one.
"Wow, some way to call someone a whore." He shook his head, giving her hand a light squeeze. "Well I'm glad I made it special." Marcelle glared at him then, raising a brow.
"You think that was special?"
"Was it not?" Unbelievable.
"You forced yourself upon me, both times, and expect me to enjoy it!"
"Come on, you enjoyed it both times. Admit it." The petite redhead shook herself from his grip, crossing her arms in front of her chest in a fit of anger.
"I most certainly did not!"
"There goes that face again." He chuckled once more, smiling over at her. "Alright, think what you want. I could feel it, though. Your passion, and how much you wanted it just as much as I did." What a cocky, arrogant bastard!

They'd arrived at the airport long after the sun set. She didn't enjoy the night much, but the florescent lights in the building made the butterflies in her stomach settle a small bit. But the night was filled with all kinds of dangers; demons that fed off the souls of those they passed, vampires, who would gladly steal every drop of blood from a faery's veins, werewolves, who slaughtered every creature they came across. And those were only a small handful.
"We need two tickets to Ireland." The woman behind the counter smiled, nodding as her gaze turned to the brightly lit screen. Moments that seemed to long went by, and she finally looked up.
"I'm sorry, the next flight out takes off at six p.m. tomorrow. Would you like to wait?" Aiden looked down at Marcelle and sighed.
"I suppose we'll have to."
"Do you really want to wait that long?" What if Riannon came?
"We don't really have much of a choice." They could always go to another airport, couldn't they? "Don't worry. We'll be fine." Easy for him to say.

They'd gotten their tickets and were finally walking into the room they'd rented. One bed, as per Aiden's request.
"I'm not sleeping in the same bed as you." He looked offended.
"What, afraid you'd wake up with me on top of you?"
"Among other things." The two glared at each other for a while, he finally breaking it off with a chuckle. When his fingers slipped under his shirt, Marcelle spun quickly, gasping as he began to lift it from his body. "Stop doing that!" She growled, unsure of what to do exactly. But she jumped as a pair of arms wrapped around her, grabbing the zipper of her jacket and pulling down. She slapped his hand away, spinning to face him. "You're seriously asking for it, you leech."
"I just want to touch them." Touch what? As he pulled off the jacket, his hand reached out to stroke the velvety appendage.
"Don't touch them!"
"Why?"
"Because I said so!"
"But why?" He'd chased her around the whole room, hands just barely missing her each time. But the vampire finally caught her hand and pulled her onto the bed. With a chuckle and a proud smile, he stradled her, pinning her arms to her sides with his legs.
"Stop it! Let me go!" Then, his hand fell upon it. The touch felt positively amazing, like an intimate massage. Her cheeks flushed as her toes curled, muscles tensing, embarrassed but lost in the moment.

"So that's why you didn't want me touching them."
"They're sensitive, okay?" How rude of him.
"It's like touching sunshine." He whispered, causing the fae to look up at him. His gaze remained fixed on the intricate design the veins sculpted out. "They're so warm and soft. You just want to lay on them all day and be enveloped in them. But they feel so strong, like they could carry the weight of the world without tearing."

"Can you please get off of me." This was embarrassing. It was like him explaining her lady-parts in extreme detail. He looked at her finally, sighing as he moved to stand, holding out a hand to help her up. She took it, gasping as he pulled her up quickly, holding her tightly.

"You really need to relax more, Marcelle."

"No I don't. Not with you."

"Then where? With who? I'm here trying to protect you, and you-"

"I don't know you, Aiden! One moment, I was fine, in school, with my family, and the next minute, you're there, and some blonde woman who apparently wants me dead or as a prize, and for what! Because I'm a faery? Why! What is so special about me!"

"You really don't know, do you?" His tone was dark as he turned to sit on the bed. Her silence said it all. "A long time ago, there was what history would remember as The Great Battle. It was more of a massacre. The elders found a way into your realm, the faery realm, and slaughtered the fae. Those who stood up and fought, mostly the men, were killed. Those who hid were found and taken prisoner. The Elders took the fae back to their castles and mansions, each with dozens of your kind. Over the years, they were all eaten, saved for special occasions, parties, masquerades, that sort of thing. Their wings were either frozen or cut off so they couldn't get away. Then, they were hung over the table, and each of the guests would take turns drinking until the faery had nothing left. Eventually, they were all gone. Even the ones who'd escaped were found and drained. After they were all gone, the vampires who'd drunk the blood eventually went crazy. Nothing could satisfy them like faery blood." She didn't say anything for a long while, just walked around the room slowly. "Marcelle?" She didn't know what to say, and the blank expression on her delicate features didn't help any, either. "I'm sorr-"

"I remember it." He stared at her, shocked.

"Remember what?"

"The massacre. I remember I was very small. I was in my home with my mom and my two sisters. Then, my dad came and yelled at all of us to hide, that the vampires were coming." Aiden's eyes remained fixed on her, speechless.

"Marcelle, that happened over two thousand years ago." She looked at him, perplexed. She remembered it. But how?

"I need to sleep." With a nod from him, she lay down, pulling the heavy blanket over her head.

Even with him in the room, she fell asleep quickly and soundly.