New Year and the Like

So Happy new year....I know I'm uber late with this but I was busy, so sue me :). Anyways my friend went into labor today and her daughter and my goddaughter is coming soon-ish. I wish I wasn't four hours away so that I could see Aberinea. Stupid college, :) I'm sure she is going to be cute and adorable. Sadie is going to send me a picture when she's born. I'm hoping to come down in a few weeks for a weekend so that I can see her and family.

My classes for this semester are pretty fun and interesting. My math class doesn't seem that hard so I'm pretty happy.

Terry He of Awesomeness!

The above is Terry He. He is pretty much amazing! I love his voice and he's super cute as well. If I could, he would totally be on my Christmas wishlist! Besides him being sexy and having a great voice, he's inspired me to start singing again. Next semester, I'm going to be in my college's women's choir, because its the only one I can be in without having to be a music major. You all should go check him out.......heheh, as I was typing this,  I was listening to my iPod and the above song just came on. Yay for Terry He on my iPod!!

In other news, I'm getting a dance minor! Its going to be pretty awesome. So now I'm majoring in Graphic Arts and minoring in Dance with a Performance and Choreography Emphasis! Yay!

More Sexy Terry He!

Royal Mishaps Chapter 2 - Preview - Chapter is Not Finished!

The next morning, a butler walked into Jeremy's room quietly with a soft knock on his door. Jeremy ignored the knock and chose to continue to sleep. The butler walked over to the window and pulled open the curtains, letting the sunlight pour into the room, landing on Jeremy’s face. Jeremy’s eyes barely opened into a glare as he rolled over and pulled his blankets over his head.

The butler gave a small sigh as he walked over and pulled the blankets off of Jeremy. Jeremy sleepily reached around for the blankets that had been pulled away from him. When he couldn’t find them he rolled onto his back and glared at the butler. “Go away and give me my blankets back,” he said grumpily.

“I’m sorry, Your Highness, but I can’t do that. Your mother wishes for you to join her for breakfast,” the butler said with a bow.

“Tell my mother that I am sick and can’t come down. Now let me sleep,” he said, grabbing the blankets from the butler and pulling them over himself, going back to sleep. The butler sighed as he walked out of the room, walking towards a young man, about the same age as Jeremy and tapped him on his shoulder.

“Alexander, your skills are required. The young master will not get up again,” he said as Alex turned to face him.

Alex gave a small smile as he laughed. “Herbert, I’ve told you to call me Alex. I hate Alexander and I’ll get him up,” he said as he hurried down the hallway to Jeremy’s room. Alex didn’t even bother to knock on the door, unlike most of the servants, and smiled evilly as he ran across the room and jumped onto Jeremy’s bed. “Jeremy!!! It’s time to get up!!” he said, very loudly and enthusiastically.

Jeremy, without looking, punched Alex in the stomach. “Go away, you imbecile,” he mumbled sleepily. “I don’t want to get up.”

Alex held his stomach lightly as he fell backwards on the bed. “You’ve gotten better at aiming without looking. Jeremy, you have to get up, you can’t just sleep forever. I hear that we got a rather cute new maid today,” he said quietly. Jeremy opened his eyes slightly as Alex mentioned the maid. “Too bad that you won’t be able to see her if you keep sleeping,” Alex continued, over dramatizing it.

“Oh shove it Alex.  I’m getting up. I will not join my mother for breakfast though. I refuse to do that, she’ll just insist on telling me all of the things that I’ve done wrong and that I should fix. Which, to her, is everything I’ve ever done in my life,” Jeremy said as he pushed Alex off of his bed.

“I’m not going to force you to eat with her. I was just told to get you up, which is apparently the only thing I’m good for,” he said with a smile as he hit the ground.

“Trust me Alex; you are the only useful butler we have. The other ones are the ones that aren’t worth crap,” he said as he stood up. He walked over to his closet and opened the door and walked in. He pulled a pair of pants off a shelf and a T-shirt off of a hanger. He got dressed into those and pulled on a light jacket and wrapped a scarf around his neck loosely. He then pulled on a pair of tennis shoes and walked out of the closet. “Want to blow this Popsicle stand?” he asked as he leaned against the frame of his closet.

Alex smiled and nodded. “Of course,” he said, standing up from the ground and brushed off his clothes slightly. “Who wouldn’t want to get out of this house,” he laughed as he opened the door for Jeremy. Jeremy grabbed his car keys as he walked out of his room and walked down the hallway to the stairs, freezing immediately halfway down the stairs. Alex followed him and stopped short, and looked at Jeremy confused. “Hey, you okay?” Alex asked as he poked his side gently.

Jeremy looked down at the small crowd of people at the bottom of the stairs and immediately turned around and headed back up the stairs. Alex noticed the people and recognized one of the girls and laughed. “Ahahaha, you’re running away from your fiancé and her family?” Alex said through his laughs.

Jeremy stopped shortly and turned around. “If you had to deal with her like I do. You would understand just how absolutely horrible she is,” he said before turning around again, only to be stopped by his mother's voice from the bottom of the stairs, just as he had reached the top of the stairs.

"Jeremy, where do you think you are going?" she said, sternly. Jeremy stopped and turned around, a false smile on his lips.

"I forgot something in my room. I was just heading back to get it before I continued back downstairs," he said quietly.

"I'm sure its not that important. Now come down here and join us for breakfast."

Jeremy sighed and nodded quietly as he started down the stairs, feeling as though he was a prisoner, headed towards his death. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, his fiancé walked over and looped her arm around his with a large smile placed on her lips. "Jeremy, honey, why are you wearing commoner clothing? You would look so much better in a suit. Do you not have any suits? Ah! I know, we are going to go shopping today for some suits for you," she said cheerfully, pulling him out of the house and towards her limousine. "We'll be back later!" she said, pushing him into the limousine forcefully, climbing in after him.

Once they limousine started to drive, she turned on him a slight glare in her eyes. "Why are you wearing commoner clothing? It looks horrible on you. If we are going to get married in the future, you need to look your social status. Not like you are some sort of peasant," she said coldly.

Jeremy glanced over at her briefly before looking away. "Amy, I wear them because they are comfortable and I hate suits. They are very restricting and I'd rather not stand out quite that much if at all possible," he replied, just as coldly.

"I know that you are being kept out of the press as much as possible, and that they don't know what you look like yet.  Now wouldn't it just be absolutely horrible if a picture of you got leaked to the press along with your parents' marital problems?" she said with an evil smirk surfacing.

Jeremy glared over at her, not saying anything. Soon enough they arrived at the mall and Amy pulled Jeremy out of the limousine, dragging him into the mall, her bodyguards surrounding them. Amy pulled him into a very expensive suit and dress store. As Amy looked through suits, Jeremy glanced at her bodyguards and when they weren't looking quietly slipped out of the store. He wove through the crowds and hurried into a bookstore before the bodyguards found him. He wandered through the bookshelves quietly, looking at the books quietly.

December!!!!

Woot! It's December! Have I ever told you guys how much I love December? Well I do. I'm also super excited because the semester is almost over and I have finals but then I get a month off from school to spend with my family! Yay!

It is now 24 days until Christmas, who's excited? I am!!! But yeah so that's all I really have to post today but yeah.....kay, byez!!!

Oh Joy......

Meh......it's snowing.....I dislike the snow alot, but I also like it at the same time.....I guess we have a love/hate relationship. Anyways, I got to wear my totally awesome panda hat today to keep my head warm ^^. On top of that, I only got 3-4 hours of sleep last night because I accidentally stayed up until like 1:30 am and had to get up by 7:30 to go to my 8:00 class. Needless to say, I bought myself an energy drink to make it through my classes.

I'm pretty sad for another reason as well. I found out that my favorite dance crew, Poreotics, is performing at the University of Utah, which is only about 2 hours away from me. Unfortunately for me, I don't have a car and I have class at 9:30 am the next morning........of course I could skip it, I only missed it once this semester..... But, anyways, I really really want to go see them, but I have no way to get there. Boo my life....

Anyways.....onto a brighter topic. I finally decided to make a twitter. Yeah I know, I've conformed a little *shivers* eek, scary. So my twitter is @thatonegeeq I think it's pretty cool, if you'd like you can go check it out and maybe follow me. But yeah, so I'm getting used to the whole updating often thing....although I don't feel like I'm cool enough for people to care what I'm doing, so I only update things that I think are funny or like earlier when I commented on the current weather......have I mentioned I dislike the snow? I've also made a new YouTube account. I got tired of my old YouTube account which was Gaarafan14, mostly because of the fact that I'm no longer 14 and I'm not quite as big of a Gaara fan. So I created a new account to fit my current personality and I think that I will be keeping this one a lot longer than my other one. I'm contemplating starting a vlog or something but once again, I don't think I'm cool enough for people to care. I'm definitely going to be uploading music videos, and random videos that I make for awesome songs. You can find my YouTube channel at: thatonegeeq So enjoy and love it!

So that's my wonderful day and I am off to pay attention to class not, I'll probably be on twitter or facebook....maybe even roleplaygateway.com. Ha, I'm horrible at paying attention for long periods of time. Sometimes I think I have ADD or something. Well byez all!

Ephron: A Tale of True Love.....Maybe - The Great Prophecy, Prologue, Chapter 1 and Chapter 2

The Great Prophecy

Though the Upperworld and Underworld,

Hate each other so; the two worlds will be joined as one.

The one special demon

And the one special girl,

Shall love each other true,

And make the sacred vow,

To be together throughout time.

The demons will calm,

And stand the light

Which they could not before.

Ephron shall be a world of peace. 

Prologue

            Ephron, a world of turmoil and chaos, yet also a world of peace and tranquility. A world divided, two worlds in one. One and only one gate separates the worlds, unable to fall. Guards positioned on the Upperworld side warn civilians of rogue demons or attacks.

            Home to all the beautiful plants and animals known to man, the Upperworld contains the fairies, pixies, centaurs, elves, and good creatures. “Vegetarian” vampires rule the Upperworld, creating peace and tranquility for all its inhabitants.

            Sapphire gems inlaid in crowns or jewelry, contain most of the Royal family’s strength and magical power. The King’s inlaid in his crown, the Queen’s in her’s, the Prince’s in his cloak clip, and the Princess’s hanging on a silver chain around her neck.

            The Demonworld, home to all the ogres, dragons, trolls, giants, witches, wizards, and all other manner of evil creatures live under the Royal family’s rule, in the rock-filled environment. A family of vampires with blood-red eyes has blood-red rubies to keep their strength and magical powers in check. The king’s inlaid in his crown, the Queen’s hanging from a golden chain, the princess’s on a black ribbon choker, the prince’s in his sword handle, and the Crown Prince’s on a leather bracelet. Their true forms – longer fangs and immensely pale white skin – emerge only during a full moon.

            Unable to stand the bright, glowing sun of the Upperworld, the demons may only enter the Upperworld during the night.

            Royal family members of both worlds must be cautious not to get their gems taken, for their powers would cease until the gems were returned.

            It is in the Demonworld of Ephron, as a young man, with short, messy, blood-red hair, is sneaking out of his room that our story begins....

Chapter One

            I opened the door to the dark, cold, and dreary corridor, double-checked that no one was coming, and silently slipped into the corridor and out the nearest window. I ran across the courtyard, pulling my cloak’s hood on. As I ran, townspeople, still out and about, bowed. I reached the gate and looked through to see lights zig-zagging through the trees.

            My ruby glowed as my blood-red hair turned dark brown and my clothes to rags. As I stepped through the gate, the guards turned to see me enter and started for their horns. With feigned distress, I said, “Wait, wait! I’m an Upperworlders! I’ve been held captive by the demons for six years, and finally escaped!” At this the guards lowered their horns and let me pass. Stupid Upperworlders, they’ll believe anything.

            I slipped silently through the trees, looking at all the plants and flowers that don’t exist in the Demonworld. I slowed to a walk as I sensed someone up ahead. As I passed the next tree, I entered a clearing in which a young woman, with long strawberry-blonde hair, was standing.

            I took a step back, snapping a branch. The woman spun around to reveal shocking, liquid blue eyes that seemed to burn with anger as she saw my blood-red eyes. I started to turn, yet was stopped by an invisible cord that wrapped around me like a snake.

            “Which demon prince are you? Zero or Jacob?”

I looked at her in puzzlement. “I’m not a demon, much less a prince.”

            “If you aren’t a Royal demon, then why do you have blood-red eyes?”

            I blinked, my eyes changing to hazel, “My eyes are hazel.”

            The woman looked closer at my eyes, puzzled. With a wave of her hand, she looked away. “Sorry. It’s just for a minute I thought they were.”

            “It’s fine, but can you undo whatever it is you did?”

            “Oh right, sorry. By the way I’m Aeria,” the woman said.

            I fell to the ground, after being released from the spell, due to my lack of balance skills. From the ground, I looked up with a shocked expression on my face. “Wait, Aeria as in Princess Aeria?”

            “Yeah, that’s me.”

            Huh, she’s easier to find than I thought she would be. “Well then Princess, would you mind if I gave you something to remember our encounter, for – believe me – this will not be the last time we meet, Princess,” I said reaching into my pocket and pulling out a ruby.

            “I thought you said you weren’t a demon,” Aeria said as she examined the ruby.

            “I’m not.”

            “Then how did you end up with a ruby? They’re only found in the Demonworld.”

            “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

            “Try me.”

“Okay, I recently escaped from the Demonworld, and snatched a few to get me started again,” I replied calmly.

“I believe you,” Aeria said, her blue eyes showing her belief.

“Your eyes are the most shocking blue I’ve ever seen.”

            Branches snapped as demons came out of the trees. “Bet the Royals will like you for dinner,” a troll said.

            I turned around, glaring at the demons, with a glare they knew could only belong to the Crown Prince alone. While the demons were distracted, Aeria stunned them with a bright flash of her sapphire. “Come on,” Aeria whispered, to a dazed Zero.

            As Aeria pulled me through the trees, the demons collected themselves and followed them through the trees. As we burst through the tree line, we skidded to a stop at the edge of a gorge, fifteen feet wide and 2,000 feet deep. “Do you trust me?” I asked, looking at Aeria with eyes full of feigned hope.

            “Y-yes, why?”

            “I’m going to toss you across the gorge and jump over after you. Of course you could just zap a bridge but then the demons could follow much faster that way.”

            “Ok,” Aeria said as I prepared to toss her. “I’m ready.”

            “Ok, here we go,” I said as I picked her up, ran and tossed her gracefully across the gorge. As she landed on the other side, the demons burst through the trees and grabbed me and began binding me, dragging me back through the trees towards the Demonworld.

Aeria fell to the ground crying for the man, who gave up his ‘freedom’ for her.

Chapter Two

            “Alright, alright!  You can let me go now,” I growled to the demons after we arrived in the Demonworld. The demons proceeded to untie me. “Did you really have to tie the rope that tight?”

            “Sorry your princelyness,” a goblin replied. The demons watched me in silence as I wandered around the cliff top, thinking of Aeria.

            “Crown Prince?” a warlock asked cautiously.

            “What?” I yelled, glaring.

            The warlock flinched, because I have been known to be rather violent when mad. “We were asked to help you in any way you need in the future. Are our services needed?”

            “No they are not and who told you to ‘help’ me. All you did was ruin what I was doing. You did not help. You could’ve asked before I left or when I came back. I was with the PRINCESS of the Upperworld. I was closer to the goal than anybody else has ever been before. I could be that demon, she could be that girl. And you went and ruined chances that I could’ve had now I have to make up excuses as to why I escaped again in such a short time, why you guys didn’t watch the ONE prisoner who has ever escaped the Demonworld in about 500 years. Did you even think of that?” I said furious.

            “No we did not. We are extremely sorry that your father had us cause you such an inconvience, sire.”

            “Unfortunately, what is done is done. Just do not follow me again,” i said heading back towards the palace, trying to cool off before having to face my father, which I  always dreaded doing.

*                 *                       *                       *          

            Aeria stood up, walked to the edge of the gorge, looking over at the spot which the man who gave up his freedom for her safety had briefly sat while being bound. As her sapphire flashed, a bridge popped up in front of her and she slowly walked across the bridge towards the tree line hoping and praying that no one would pass by as she silently mourned the loss of a brave young man.
            As Aeria sat against a tree, a young man with short, messy, blonde hair walked out of the bushes and saw her. “Aeria! There you are, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. What have you been doing?”

            “Lucas,” Aeria whispered between sobs. “Lucas, there was a man.”

            “Yes, what about this man? Did he do something to you? Aeria tell me.”

            “H-he gave up his fr-freedom for my life.”

            “His freedom? From what?”

            “The Underworld. The demons, they just came out of nowhere. I couldn’t do anything. But I don’t want him to die for me,” Aeria said as she burst into tears, falling into Lucas’s arms. “What do I do?”

            “We tell father,” he said, picking her up and walking towards the palace.

*                 *                       *                       *          

            As they approached the palace steps, the Queen burst through the doors, “Aeria! Is she okay? What happened? Lucas, tell me right this minute.”

            “Mother, she’s fine. I’ll tell you inside. I don’t want to tell you in front of the entire village.”

            “Fine, fine, just hurry up. Go, Go!” the Queen said as she ushered him into the palace.

“Take her up to her room,” Lucas said to a servant as he walked in and set her in his arms. “Where is Father?”

            “Where else?”

            “Right, right, of course,” he said as he headed off down the hall to the five story library in which the King spent most of his time.

Forbidden Life Chapter 1

                A young girl with brilliant red hair, dressed in a somewhat baggy, long-sleeved black sweater, the sleeves pulled slightly over her hands and jeans, walks through the gardens of the Phantomhive Estate. Her eyes took in her surroundings carefully; she turned her gaze to the mansion, her eyes passing over the windows quickly. Her eyes stop, resting on one window in particular. The second floor, middle window, a small balcony set in front of the floor-length window. The curtains on this particular window are pulled back and a boy of about eighteen is standing in the window, leaning against the wall. He is dressed in brown pants that are tucked carefully into calf-high, laced-up, black boots, with a white long-sleeved button-up shirt tucked into his pants, and under a form-fitting black vest. The top two buttons on the shirt are undone with a red tie tied loosely around his neck; black gloves covered his slender hands. His short, shaggy and messy brownish black hair barely covered his brown eyes as he looked out over the gardens. A lonely and sad look in his eyes; as if he felt her gaze the boy turned his head just enough to lock eyes with her.

                As he locks eyes with her, she turns quickly, running out of the garden. I shouldn’t have been seen by him, I just know it. I just hope that he doesn’t say anything about seeing me here, she thought as she ran. How could I let myself be so careless? As she reaches the estate’s gates, she looks back one more time before exiting the grounds. As she looked back at the window, the boy was no longer there. She shakes her head lightly. I was sure there was someone there. Did he go to tell someone about me? She turns running back to town, a mile down the mountain. She runs to her house, running past her parents, not stopping to answer their question, going straight to her room. As she sits quietly in her room, she wonders quietly about the look the boy seemed to have in his eyes. Should I go back? She shakes her head, her thoughts taking over. I’ll wait until night to fall before I go back. I don’t want to get caught again. This way I can use the darkness to get away if I do get caught.

                The boy pushes himself off of the wall he was leaning against and peeks his head around the corner of the wall, looking out the window to see if the girl was still there. Noticing that she was gone, he steps back into the window, leaning against the wall once more. He looks out at the gardens, a hand pressed gently against the window, seeming as though he wished to leave the room, to be part of something else. As night falls the boy, pushes open the window and steps onto the balcony quietly. He looks around for a second, before jumping off and landing on the ground, his steps making a soft clack as he lands. He wanders the gardens quietly, looking at the flowers, he stops in front of a wilting rose and cups a hand around it. His eyes turned a faint blood-red as the flower bloomed back to a lovely, blood-red color.

               The boy straightens and walks over to a fountain of an angel and a demon, his hands in his pockets, smirking slightly, closing his eyes, taking in the fresh, clean, night air. The girl walks into the garden again, looking around at the plants and ornaments scattered throughout the garden. She walks up to the fountain, not paying quite enough attention to notice that the boy is standing there, still as a statue, eyes closed. As he feels a new presence nearby, he opens his eyes slowly, looking towards the presence. He watches the girl as she sits down on a stone bench near the fountain, just looking at it.

                The boy moves his head towards her, not saying a word. The girl notices the movement and stands up quickly, eyes widening as she steps away, scared. The boy turns around quietly, walking away, each step clacking against the stone path of the garden. The girl watches for a second too scared to speak. “Wh-who are you?” her voice was shaky and weak.

                The boy stopped and turned his upper body towards her slightly, his head turned completely so that he could see her. He inclined his head slightly in a sort of bow. “Michael,” his voice was soft and gentle.

                The girl recovered  herself slightly. “Why is that no one who lives here leaves the grounds?”

                “They do, I don’t however,” Michael said, a faraway look passing over his eyes.

                The girl looks at his eyes, “Your eyes seem so sad.” She blushes slightly as she looks away. “S-sorry.”

                Michael smiled slightly, “It’s alright. It isn’t your fault.” He pauses slightly before continuing, “Did you know that this estate is haunted?”

                “I’ve heard the stories. The son of the owner died as a young adult. He was murdered, and his spirit never left the grounds,” the girl said as though she didn’t believe what she said.

                “It’s true. At least, it is in a way,” a knowing glint in his eyes as he smiled.

                The girl blinks as a door to the mansion opens, letting light flow out. “I should go.”

                “You can stay if you want. They’re just going to come look for me,” turn back around, walking towards the mansion.

                “Why would they be looking for you,” she says confused.

                Michael stops, and turns around again, smiling, “Because they don’t like their ghost to be sighted.”

                The girl steps back a few steps, her eyes widening. “You’re the…..son?” She stifles a scream as she turns and runs out of the garden. Michael looks down, and turns around quietly, walking back to the mansion, walking through the door, the door shutting behind him. The girl stops at the edge of the garden, and looks back just in time to see the door shut behind him. She turns to leave, and hesitates before running back to the fountain.

                The light turns on in Michael’s room, and he appears at the window, stepping out onto the balcony once again. He notices the girl standing at the fountain, looking at it, her bangs covering her eyes. She sits down on the rim of the fountain and looks up at the house, towards the lit window. Michael smiles down at her slightly, as she looks away from the window. “Of course, now she’s scared,” he mumbles to himself, his smile fading.

                The girl looked down sadly. Who could ever be friends with a ghost? I’m so stupid, I should’ve just left. Michael watched her a few seconds more before he looked over his shoulder briefly, and jumped off of the balcony. As he landed on the stone path, his feet made a soft clack. The girl looked up at the sound. What was that? She thought to herself and began to walk towards the sound.

                Michael quickly looked up at the house, making sure no one was awake, or saw him jump. The girl stopped a few feet away from Michael. “If you’re a ghost, then how can you make noise when your feet hit the ground?”

                Michael looked over at the voice, a faint smile surfacing. “You’ve heard of ghosts picking up objects and throwing them, correct? Well, it is something along those lines.” Or because I’m alive.

                The girl’s eyes glow softly, and ever-so-faintly. “You don’t seem dead to me,” she said, placing her hands on her hips. “I don’t believe you.”

                Michael started to walk down the path, hands in his pockets, “Is that so?”

                The girl walked next to him, “Yes, that is so.”

                “What do I seem to you?”

                She looked at him, carefully taking him in. “You seem lost and alone; but not dead.”

                Michael walks quietly, for a while, stopping to look at the roses. “Well, I’ll let you in on a little known fact. I’m alive.”

                The girl nodded, a satisfied look placed on her face. “I knew it. You had me at first, but it’s all in the eyes.”

                “I’m not often allowed out of my room, or allowed to be seen by many people for that matter; creating the illusion of the estate being haunted.”

                “Why do they want that?” she asked, laughing slightly.

                Michael looks her directly in the eyes and bluntly says, “My father hates me.”

                She blinks quietly, pausing. “So why don’t you leave?”

                Michael begins to walk once more, “ I can’t. I mean I’ve tried but I’ve never gotten very far.”

                “Then try tonight.”

                He smiles slightly, “I would but I’m not in the mood to get hit again, at the moment.”

                “Come on, what is there to lose if you are a captive as you say?” Michael looks at her quietly, and then back at the mansion. “I’ve been in and out of here millions of times. I can get you out.”

                “They don’t watch every move you make.”

                “If you are that scared then you should go back to your room.”

                Michael looks at her indignantly, “Who said I was scared. I just don’t want to get hit.” He looks back at the mansion. “You can get me out?”

                She smiles victoriously, “Yeah, I know all the side exits; even some that shouldn’t be there.”

                Michael smirked softly, “Then would you mind helping me escape from my personal prison of sorts?”

                “I would love to help you escape.”

                “Thank you, by the way, may I ask your name?”

                “It’s Talya.”

                Michael smiled gently, “It is a pleasure to meet you Talya.” He bowed slightly, “I am Michael Phantomhive, the mysterious and infamous ghost of the Phantomhive Estate.”

                “Nice to meet you, this way,” she grabbed his hand and pulling him down the pathway.

                Michael followed her lead calmly, steal a glance or two back at the mansion. “May I ask how long you’ve been sneaking in and out of here?”

                “Since I was eight, why?” she reached a break in the side fence. Placing her hand on her hips, “See?”

                “Just wondering, I’ve never seen you before.”

                “Just means that I’m that good,” she said smiling as she went through the break.

                “It does,” he says slipping through the break after her.

                Talya turned around to face Michael, looking over his shoulder, “The lights are on, we should run for it.”

                Michael turned around slightly, “Seems as though they’ve found out I’m not in my room.”

                “I can get you to the ferry boats.”

                “Ferry boats?”

                “They can take you anywhere on the river.”

                “Sounds fun.”

                “It is,” she says smiling as she walks down the mountain to town. Michael smiles gently, and follows her quietly.