Chapter 9

Heidi’s POV

I had been sleeping soundly right up until I heard the noise. It had been a light knocking on the back door of my house, which happened to be in my room. Turning on the outside light I peaked out my window to see Greg waiting patiently outside.......
He looked like he had killed someone.
Seeing ashes at his feet I realized he probably had.
Upon seeing me he relaxed slightly. "There have been attacks....."
"What...... Wait one sec I'll let you in....." I grabbed a bathrobe and tugged it over my Harry Potter PJs. Opening the door I let him into my room. He looked around at the pictures from HP movies, posters of guys, discarded clothing, etc.
"Intresting decor." He sat on my bed. "I'm here for your protection..... Seems the Paladins are after you girls."
"What? Is everyone alright?"
"I dunno." He didn't seem to care about the others instead sliding off my bed. "Go to sleep, girl. I'll be here watching you the whole night."
I slid back into bed turning off the lights. "Greg?"
"Yes?"
"What happened to your sister?"
"..... The Paladins caught her..... She'd married some fella and had kids." Greg sat back. "They killed her, almost got her husband and my niece but he was smart enough to run to Canada..... He supposedly came here. That was a good hundred years ago."
"So..... You could have a great niece, or a great-great niece........ nephews too running about?" I asked feeling odd talking about it. He could be a Great granduncle and not know about it.
"I know Florence's heirs are running around but I'd rather
leave them be then find them only to leave them. I'm not exactly uncle material anyways."
I sighed, knowing I should have known that. He wasn't..... Family material. "Didn't Tenille say that you killed her......"
"I wanted to scare her." He simply said. "Now sleep before I decide you know way too much and kill you."
"Goodnight."
"....... ' night"Sam’s POV

I slunk into the room, having found the house by following her aurora. It was odd, how far her aura stretched out, it was almost as large as Greg's, who couldn't control his.
He found her fast asleep, while a Paladin was above her, dagger drawn. I growled, using my powers to flick him out the window I'd just gone through. Closing the window I sat down underneath it. I saw no point in waking her so she slept on.
Justine was a silent sleeper, barely breathing, barely moving. She was dead to the world as she slept.

I hated to think about how dead she looked.
Despite how uncomfortable it was there physically, mentally, and socially I stayed there. The girl was infuriating but I secretly enjoy her company.
There was pictures of and statues of fantasy creatures everywhere. Although the creatures were fiction on Earth, I'd once known each race myself.
Sighing I wondered if Justine would miss me if I left. I wasn't a close friend of hers yet but.......
I wanted Justine to see real dragons, real elves and real adventure. I wanted to take her to my kingdom and fufill her dreams.....
I wanted to be part of her dreams, I wanted to be in her dreams.......
Like she was in mine.
She was hardly perfect..... Hardly normal.
And hard to get out of my head.
But was I in hers? She hadn't expressed any emotion towards me. Even when I yelled at her she had no emotion towards me.
"Why?"
She was a challenge. I knew that from the start. It had been what attracted me to begin with.
At first she was a puzzle, but bit by bit, without her noticing she'd caught my eye.
I was leaving soon. I'd go to Fabula and never return.....
I'd take my throne, rule my kingdom, take a queen......
'Queen Justine........'
It finally hit me as I watched her sleep. What I'd never allowed myself to think.
I had undoubtably fallen in love with a girl who barely knew me and didn't even consider me a friend.
I loved Justine.

Cassie’s POV

There is a certain point in everyone's life that they believe they are hallucinating when they are not.
When I woke up to see to guys fignting over me in my room it took it as a good dream.
That is until the church guy flicked Fred at me.
The crazy guy landed on top of me, his weapons which were a fork and knife dug into me. The fork just caused a "cat scratch" on the back of my arm while the knife dug right into my left arm.
Fred sent me an appologetic look before launching back up and fighting the other dude.
Clutching my arm to stop the blood I watched as Fred launched back, suddenly stronger than the other guy. Then, as the body disappeared he went over to me. "You're bleeding!"
He ripped his shirt off. He tore it straight off himself revealing his thin chest and muscular arms. Tearing it into strips he had cloth for a makeship bandage at hand.
But instead of just putting it on he put his face near my arm, moving my hand away so he could begin to lick it clean.
I watched spellbound as the shirtless guy licked my arm and hands clean. Then, after assessing that I was all bandaged up he curled up on my bed next to me, adjusting the small hanging canopy-thing above it so it surrounded our torso's. Slidding underneath the blankets he cuddled into her.
"Uhhhhhh.......... Why are you here?"
"I'm here to protect you!" Fred grinned.
"Uhhh...... Okay." I settled down next to him.
He tugged me into his arms, burying my face in his bare chest. He smelt like chocolate and my sleepy mind asked me if he tasted like chocolate as well.
Before I knew it he was hovering over me with a grin. Leaning down he gave me an answer to my unsaid question.
He tasted like dark chocolate
Yum!
He kissed me, and kissed me and kissed me.
I kissed him and kissed him and kissed him.
Then he cuddled me. And Me cuddled he.
He slept and I slept.
And I dreamed about chocolate kisses.......
The hershey type and the Fred type.
(A/N : No, they didn't have sex.)Liz’s POV

I awoke from a dream.
It had been a good dream.
I had been a mexican dancer and I wanted to marry the paper prince but in order to do so I'd have to get a magic sword. I got the sword at a Pear vender's store and then I called the prince on the phone but everytime I dialed a number I called Peter's Pizzs so finally I trek to the castle but once I got there a butterfly chased me away. I remet the prince and we had a walk on this street right in the middle of a forest. He then whipped out a tray of cookies and said he'd marry me if I counted all the chocolate chips and I refused so he ordered me to marry a flamigo but the only flamingo I could find was dead so I returned to the castle a widow and the queen took pity on me and made the prince marry me. The wedding had been in a library and the whole time an old guy was telling us to shush. But halfway though the flamingo bursted in and transformed into a man with dark skin and red hair. He cried out for me to stop. "I love you!"
I awoke to see my cat attacking one of my pillows. Saving the pillow I went back to bed.
Closing my eyes this time I dreamed of walking in a forest filled with fairies and I met the 'troll prince' who was really cute and was identical to the flamingo. The 'fairy prince' (paper guy) appeared and threw stencles at me but the troll prine deflected it and we ran. We went to this glade where I laid within the flowers. He sat next to me stroking my forehead. "I love you."
Again I awoke. Wiping the sweat off my brow I slid off the bed and went to the washroom.
I ended up going downstairs to get a glass of water.
Once I'd reached the last step he immerged.
It was the paper prince, the fairy prince. The palladin.
I was about to scream when I was pulled away and into a protective embrace. "Never try to harm Elizabeth, Paladin or I will be forced to battle you."
"As if thee is able to stop the will of god." The paladin drew two silver crosses. He held onto the top part of the cross and the bottom slid away revealing the blade of a knife.
"I shall, if you try to harm her." Pennford growled.
"You should know what happens to mortals and fae who intermingle."
A sliver slash went across my vision and next thing I knew the Paladin was disappearing. Pennford sighed. "Your tale has ended."
I simply looked at Pennford with a sigh. What could I do? What could I say?
He looked at me, sadness and understanding rushing from him to me. "Come let us drink some liquid hydrogen and oxygen."

3rd person Dez/Wallace

His dark black rose was fast asleep as he stroked her brow. Sweat glistened on her face as she shifted in fear and he swept it away. So focused about her was he, that he didn't notice when her shivering stopped and her eyes opened.
Dez looked at him in surprise as he continued tending to her. He seemed so different now that he wasn't hitting on her, his eyes shining in the dark room. His hair was cast over them like a veil and his skin deathly pale.
Any illusion or whatnot that he'd maintained when he'd been in public had melted, leaving him there in another form. He had little cat like ears and long orange fox tail.
She had an urge and she took it, reaching up to touch his ears.
He immediatly sunk into her lap, leting out a deep purr. Surprised she drew her hand back but a hoarse voice pleaded her. "Please don't stop."
Dez found herself stroking his ears again, him purring at the action. He curled onto the bed, managing someone to lie on the bed without disrupting Dez's soft petting. Her hand however slunk down after a good ten minutes to his tail.
Immediatly he stiffened and let out a growl. Dez drew her hand away but the damage was done....
Not that she really minded as he tugged her over onto his lap and into a kiss. It wasn't a sweet first kiss like you'd have expected but a passionate steamy kiss.
Really Dez had no other expectation for Wallace.
He growled deep in his throat as he whispered into her ear. "Don't touch my tail unless you want to become my mate sooner than expected, hmm my rose?"
"Your rose?"
"What else are you? My love, my pet, my desire, Desiree."
He geltly lifted her and placed her next to him before lying down beside her and drawing the blankets around them, his tail curled around her legs.
She began to stroke Wallace's ears again.
He fell asleep that way and she dared not stop until she herself fell into slumber. Her hands resting around his head, his arms around her and his head buried in her neck

TBC

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