Marcelle woke up to the flight attendant speaking, telling everyone to return to their seats.

"So far, so good." Riannon wasn't on the plane. Which was good. But how long would it take her to find out where they were? Where she was?

"What's the plan when we get off?" Marcelle glanced over at Aiden, who was sitting tense in his seat. He thought for a moment before looking at her, a carefree smile planted on his strong features.

"We'll find a taxi, and get you to a portal to the faery realm. Then you'll be safe there. Apparently creatures with evil in their hearts can't cross over."

"Then how did the vampires get in the first time?" She looked away from him as the plane began descending. There were holes in his story. Perhaps lies told to him. Or perhaps he was working with Riannon. He took a moment to respond, cocking a brow as he thought hard about the question.

"I have no idea."

Finally, the large aircraft came to a halt. The doors opened and the passengers stood, all exiting in a rushing line. Marcelle wasn't one to enjoy crowds like this, but Aiden seemed to love it. Which made sense. He was a creature that lived off of the life force of humans. But eventually the two pushed through the terminal, hailing a taxi once they finally emerged into the world outside.

"Where to?" The man asked, his accent thick. Aiden smiled at him, glancing at Marcelle before giving him direction.

"We need to find a faery mound. Do you know of any?" He turned around and looked hard at the two.

"I can take you there, but you can't enter. Only the locals, who know how to greet the good people are allowed in. Neither of you know anything about them, and a curse will fall on you if you enter improperly." The two both nodded, smiling at the man innocently enough, until he began driving. Of course, they were going to run into it and hope the portal would open.

The drive was silent. Soon enough, the scenery of buildings and blinding lights filling the night faded, the moon casting eerie shadows across the farm land.

"You want me to drop you at a hotel? You can visit the mounds tomorrow in the light." Marcelle spoke up then, shaking her head.
"No. It's important we get to the mounds quickly." He looked at her in the rear view mirror, nodding.

"Alright."

The vehicle came to a halt, dropping the two off in what seemed like the middle of nowhere.

"The home of the good people is that way." He said, pointing a wrinkled finger into the forest. "If you walk for a bit, you'll find it. Remember what I said, though. Don't enter the ring unless you feel like having a curse placed on you." Giving the man a few words of thanks and passing over enough funds to pay for the fare, the two stepped out into the night.

"I can't see anything." She whispered, looking up at Aiden.

"If I could help you there, I would." That's right.

"How well can you see?"

"As if it were day time." How irritating. "Something isn't right. We need to get there. And fast." The calm that enveloped her suddenly turned to panic, and her feet began moving the moment his hand slipped around her own.

"How rude you are, Aiden." That familiar female voice rang out through the night. He stopped suddenly, the girl nearly running into his back.

"Riannon. How the hell did you get here so fast?" Marcelle could hear her chuckle through the darkness.

"His Lordship provided me with an army to bring that little bitch back to him. Along with a means of transportation. We knew you'd be coming here. So we flew over the second we could, and waited." Someone grabbed her from behind, yanking her away from Aiden. He growled loudly, and before she even had time to yell, she felt his arms rip away from his body, dropping to the ground after spraying blood after her delicate form.

"Run Marcelle!" And she did just that.

She could hear the battle behind her. She could hear Aiden yelling, and Riannon yelling even louder. Screams echoed through the trees as she ran, but a veil of peace suddenly enveloped her. Feet stopped for a moment, but Marcelle knew she had to get to the circle. Was this it? The screams suddenly faded, and Marcelle was left standing next to a large stump. Everything was silent.

"Aiden?" She whispered, turning to search for him. Was everyone killed? The moonlight suddenly illuminated everything, as if it were the sun. But the scenery behind her wasn't the one she just ran through. Stone buildings sat abandoned all around her. Vines twisted up and through the stone, giving the sight a truly scary one. Where was everyone? And where was she?

"Marcelle." Aiden's voice suddenly sounded from behind her, seemingly exhausted from fighting.

"Aiden! Are you alright?" He nodded, throwing his arms around her.

"I'm glad you made it. And that I was able to get through." She held onto him tightly, nodding.

"Me too. But is this it? The faery realm? It's so sad. So... empty." But so familiar.

"I think so."

"Who are you!" The loud voice rumbled the ground, Marcelle turning quickly to face the sound. Aiden gasped, eyes widening at the sight. A large dragon, the same color as the night sky, landed in front of them, chest puffed as it stared down at the two. The vampire prepared himself, prepared to attack the beast. But Marcelle moved quickly, holding her hands up towards the dragon.

"Please, stop. My name is Marcelle. I'm a faery."

"You have a vampire with you. We must kill him, for your safety." He growled at Aiden, puffing his chest as he inhaled deeply, preparing for something.

"No, stop! He's the only reason I'm still alive." She stood between the two, pleading with the large creature.

"You can actually understand them?" Aiden whispered, looking all around them. More dragons then they could count surrounded the two, watching intently. Marcelle nodded, looking back at the first to approach them.

"Vampires are the reason your parents and siblings are no longer here, Lady Marcelle. Do you honestly trust him to protect you?" Smoke flowed from his nose as he looked down at the two.

"Lady? How do you know my name?" His face contorted in what seemed to be a smile, his head turning slightly to the side.

"I'm surprised you don't remember me. I was given to you on your fourth birthday, when I was but a hatchling."

"If you recognized me, why did you try to attack me?" She stared at him, eyes narrowed.

"The question was directed towards your vampire, my lady." Marcelle looked between the two, turning her head slightly. A name finally came to mind and she looked up at him.

"Scath?" He gave a soft nod.

"I'm glad you've returned, Princess Marcelle."