AN:This is my first story on this site, just to let you guys know, enjoy. :)

I gazed in to the mirror of my dresser distantly as I brushed my long pin straight aquamarine hair. I pulled strands of my hair toward my face to cover my pointed ears.

"Lyla, get down here!"Scarlet bellowed from downstairs.

Startled, I dropped my brush and yelped, "Coming!" I put my apron on over my clothes and rushed downstairs which was Scarlet's magic shop. It wasn't one of those shops that sold ridiculous, mediocre magic toys. Well, not exactly.

I found her fiddling with potions in front of the cash register at the counter. Her silky raven hair hung in low pigtails that reached her mid back. Sitting on top of her head was a ridiculous version of what humans think of to be a witch hat. Aloung with that she wore a simple black robe, like the robes they wear in Harry Potter. As long as she dressed according to the store's theme, I wouldn't have to. "I need more pixie dust, Lyla,"she informed me sternly as she cut her eyes at me. Oh yeah. I guess I should mention this before I forget. If you haven't already notice, I'm a pixie.

I smiled at her briefly. "I'll do that in a bit." I quickly moved magic items from a cardboard box on to shelves.

"I could just use magic to stock the shelves, you know..."Scarlet reminded me looking irritated. Well there's another thing I've yet to mention. Scarlet is a witch, or the more common name, a spellcaster.

"It's okay. I really don't mind. It gives me something to do,"I assured her as I continued to stock the shelves.

She shrugged and said,"Whatever...Just remember that pixie dust." A few minutes later two teenage boys entered the store. In the blink of an eye, every item's magic was zapped from them and turned them in to medicore toys. Whenever a human is in the store, even if there is a magical being present, the magic of the merchandise dissapears so that no humans discover that spellcasters exist. Scarlet casted a spell on the store so that it would do that. I haven't met very many spellcasters, but I could tell that she was really talented. With the thought of Scarlet, I couldn't help but to wonder what kind of spell she was planning now. I knew that it was going to be a complicated one because she was so anxious for me to give her pixie dust. Pixie dust is a vital ingredient to strenghten spells. However, since pixie dust is so valueable it costs a fortune if you buy it from magic shops. Unfortunately, pixies are sold to spellcasters illegally to beat the burden of buying pixie dust...

Since I was unable to make dust because humans were there, I began sweeping the floor while staring at the two human boys with curiousity. One of them slamed a supposed bouncy ball at the ground and the force caused it to break off in to many mini bouncy balls that one of the boys almost tripped on. The two of them exchanged a sneer. I wondered if all humans were like that. Always expecting more than what is there. If only they knew that there was a magical world right under their noses. Their attention then turned to me. Wonderful...I bit my lip timidly and looked away as I tugged on my hair to cover my ears.

"What's up with your hair? What do you think you are, a faerie?"one of the duo scoffed causing the other one to snicker.

I mumbled to myself looking at the floor,"Actually a pixie..."They squinted their eyes at me, trying to figure out what I said since it was hardely audible.

Scarlet looked up from her potions, her amber eyes set in a cold stare. "If you're not buying anything, get out!"she scolded them irritated. With that they left but not before glaring at Scarlet and I. "It seems like all humans are morons..."she growled and continued working on her potions.

I nodded in agreement with a frown and grabbed a small plate. I sat down in a rocking chair and placed the plate on my lap. I shut my eyes in concentration and felt it begin to appear in my palms. Once I had two hand fulls I poured them in to the container. "Here ya' go,"I said handing Scarlet the plate.

I noticed an escatic gleem in her eyes but she replied calmly, "Cool. Run to the store and get me a sprite." She demanded and placed money in front of me and snapped her fingers and my hair turned blonde, my eyes blue, and my ears became normal. I stuffed the money in my pocket and took off my apron. I pulled my hair behind my ears and contently headed to the nearest store.

"Thank you!"I said sweetly after paying for the soda. I walked outside and saw a group of three guys leaning against the wall. I could sense that they were spellcasters so I walked in the opposite direction in a rush. Too bad I needed to go in the direction that they were in...

One of them pointed out to group,"Look. A pixie." Three sets of footsteps trailed behind me. I didn't get very far before a hole appeared in the can of sprite I was carrying and it exploded all over me. I frantically tried to whipe myself off, but it wasn't any good. The spellcasters roared with laughter. I guess it didn't take an advanced spellcaster to be able to pick on me. I could tell that they were no where near as talented as Scarlet. I grimaced and didn't even look back at them. This was humiliating!

Their laughter abrubtly ceased and I turned my head and my eyes widened when I saw that they were soaked with water that came from a fire hydrant that 'broke'. They ran off to avoid getting more drenched in water than they already were. I looked around, my eyes searching for who could have done it and saw a man standing across the street smirking. I couldn't get a good look at him because when I blinked he was gone. I stared in awe. Who was he? He seemed so…cool in almost a frightening way.

I suddenly felt like a weight in my hand and heard a clunk on the ground. In my hand was a new can of sprite and the damaged, empty one was on the ground.

"Those guys are idiots..." I turned around and saw that guy. He had straight dark brown hair that reached up to his chin with bangs that almost covered his grey eyes. He wore a navy blure trench coat and black jeans which his hands were hidden in the pockets of. "Anyway, you okay?"he inquired casually putting wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

I nodded quickly and muttered shyly, "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you."

He chuckled and dropped his arm from my shoulder."You're not like most pixies...Why don't you come to my place and get cleaned up?"he suggested.

"But I have to bring this to Scarlet!"I objected, hoping that that would be a good enough excuse to decline his offer. Not that I wasn't grateful for him helping me, but he was a complete stranger afterall.

His rosy lips curved down and his left eye winced."Scarlet...The one who runs that magic shop? That Scarlet?"He sounded dissapointed.

I nodded. He snapped his fingers causing the sprite to dissapear from my hands. "Since that's taken care of, what do you say?"

All of a sudden it was as if it was impossible for me to say no. I guess it was his charm. His magical charm, I mean. "Sure..."I replied dazed. He grinned and grabbed my wrist leading me as if I would escape if he released me.

"I'm Kurt,"he introduced himself.

"I'm Lyla,"I mumbled with my face beginning to resemble the color of a tomato.

"I already knew that, but it's a pleasure to meet you." I looked up at him. Compared to me he was so tall, but that wasn't saying much since I was barely five feet tall, afterall. One of the perks of being a pixie.

"You too,"I said. This was very strange. Most spellcasters wouldn't waste their time on pixies. He probably just wanted pixie dust for his own selfish uses. But that didn't make any sense because he was so kind ot me. A little push, and creepy even, but kind nonetheless.

In no time we reached his house. From the outside it was small and had a humble feeling to it. However, when we entered, that was not the case. It looked like a million dollar mansion on the inside. "Pretty sweet, huh?"he asked suddenly sounding obnoxious as he took off his coat, revealing a black long sleeved dress shirt. It fit him snugly so that his muscles could be seen well, and it was quite appealing. "It took me forever to do the spell right." He sounded really proud.

"Scarlet did a spell like this one. She did it pretty quick,"I mentioned trying to not sound rude, but he seemed to take offense, judging by the look on his face.

"That's because I don't use pixie dust constantly like how she does. It makes spells too easy. Spellcasters who use pixie dust are losers." I stared at him in awe. I never thought about it that way."Scarlet still uses pixie dust, am I right? I can't imagine her keeping you around just to sweap the floor..."he hissed taking on a sudden change of attitude.

"Why do you sound like you hate her so much? You probably don't even know her." He firmly grabbed my wrist and led me down the hallway. A hallway that seemed to stretch on forever.

Kurt huffed and ran his fingers through his brown hair and pushed his bangs out of his face as he finally replied uneasily, "I know her better you think..."

"How!"I demanded. Kurt stopped dead in his tracks and turned to look at me. His eyebrows were furrored and his grey eyes targeted mine as he allowed silence to dominate our conversation. I averted my gaze out of bashfulness and he released my wrist, but still stared at me. "How?"I repeated now in a mumble. He still refused to answer which made it even more awkward because all he did was stare at me. He made me feel so small. The worst part of it was that he didn't say a word to do it. Just the way that he looked at me...He waved his hand and a lavender sun dress appeared in my free hand.

He released my wrist. "Why don't you get cleaned up. You look and smell disgusting." Just like that I was standing in a bathroom that was the size of my room without him with me. I sighed. He was a little bit too harsh for my liking. Shrugging it off I took a quick shower and got dressed. I stepped out of the bathroom and was completely lost. I suppose Kurt assumed that I'd be because my legs started moving me in a direction without my consent. Now that I think of it, why would someone who lived alone need such a big home? He did live alone, didn't he?

"You look nice,"Kurt complimented when I finally reached him. He was sitting on a couch in a living room type area in front of a huge TV and fireplace. I could feel my face heat up. "What do you really look like?"he pondered curiously. He waved a finger at me and my appearence went back to normal. My hair cotton candy blue, eyes amyst, and my ears pointed. I could have sworn I saw a tint of pink brighten his face, but he turned his head before I could see if it was my imagination or not. "Where are your wings? Don't all pixies have wings?"he pondered with his head still turned toward the TV.

I sighed and hesitated to tell him, "Oh...Scarlet put this spell on me that took away most of my other magic so that I could only make dust and somehow my wings dissapeared a while after that. I'd be happier if that happened to my ugly ears..."

"She took away your magic?"he asked in disbelief.

"Yeah. I guess so I can't run away..."I pondered

"Well that would explain why your attitude is so weird..."

"What's that supposed to mean?"I questioned with a raised eye brow placing my hands on my hips. I wasn't quite sure if that was meant as an insult.

"I thought that all pixies were really up beat and michievious, you know?"

I folded my arms and looked away. "I'm sorry to dissapoint you, but I'm not like that."

Kurt patted the seat next to him. "I never said I was dissapointed. It was only an observation. Now why don't you sit? Stay a while,"he requested.

"But I really shouldn't. Scarlet will be angry that I'm out so late. She's probably looking for me,"I began to decline.

"As long as I'm here there isn't any way that she can find you here, and if she's mad you can say I forced you to stay,"he offered persistantly.

"Are you sure? She does have a temper,"I asked worried.

"Pffft. It's not like she can do anything to me. She'll never admit it, but I'm so much better at magic than she'll ever be."

I folded my arms and huffed, "Stop talking about her if you're not going to tell me how you know her. And don't make fun of her, she's my friend, afterall."

He laughed mockingly and said,"Then you need better friends. Anyway, I'm sure that she'll be more than happy to tell you. Me? Not so much."

"Fine! But if she doesn't tell me either, I'll be really mad!"

He started laughing again causing me to stare at him beffuddled. I didn't say anything funny...He ruffled my hair like how he would a child. "You really think I'm going to take you seriously! No offense, but you're just a pixie!"he choked out still laughing.

"I sure hope that you didn't invite me over just to make fun of me. You spellcasters are jerks!"I yelled sticking my tongue out in a very immature manor, that I didn't realize.

"No, no. I'm not that mean. Although...that does seem pretty tempting..."

I glared at him. "I think I'm going to go home now." I stood up and not too far from me was the front door and that enormous hallway had shrunk.

"Go ahead. The door is right there. But do you really want to go out in public looking like that? Do you realize how much attention you'll get?"

I sighed and turned to him. "Then do that thing that Scarlet does. Change my appearence."

"Why should I?"he asked stubbornly. "You didn't even say please."

"Please just do it."

"I don't like you're tone,"he countered.

I had an idea of how to get him to do it...I sighed loudly. "I guess you can't do it. Well not as good as Scarlet anyway. Well it is dark already. Maybe I could hide in the shadows and no one will notice..."

He jumped to his feet angrily."What! Scarlet is the worst spellcaster I've ever seen in my life! Of course I can do it, not only that, but a million times better!"he waved a furious hand in my direction and my appearance changed. "Blonde hair and blue eyes...Hah! That's so typical! Now brown hair and grey eyes. Now that is unique!"

"Thanks..."I said quietly and sneaked out the door before I was stuck listening to him rant about how much better he is than Scarlet.

I took my sweet time walking back home because I feared how Scarlet would react to me coming home so late. She was expecting me back in five minues. Now it's more like five hours.

AN:This first chap was a sort of long I think. I would love reviews. I don't mind constructive critisism so that I can improve the story as long as it's not in a rude way. :)