Author's Note:

I can tell that this story is going to be really good. I started writing this in my small depression because that's what i do, I write gruesome love stories in my small depressions. This story will be mildly gruesome, (that's why it's rated T people) so if you don't like gruesome stories, I suggest you go find another story and come back later. Thanx for reading ~Jazzie


Fae's POV

The pain, the hunger, the screams that housed inside of me as the hot air inside the drafty corridor blew against my open wound. I don't know where I am or where to go.

I hear a faint growl from the end of the corridor and I repeatedly try to open the locked door I was standing in front of.

"No, no, no, no." I said to myself as the metal door at the other end of the corridor came down into sharp pieces.

The door finally opened and I ran inside, locking the door behind me. I ran inside the closet and shut the doors. It was musky and tight inside, and since I had to crouch down in order to fit, my wound started to sting.

I heard the door open- wait; I locked the door though. I tightly shut my eyes and held up my silver dagger, preparing for any impact.

The closet doors open and a small scream is heard, along with a gruff mumbling. I slowly open one eye. Two men are standing there, one who has dark dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a stubbly beard, the other being just gold and wearing some kind of Arabian robe. The blue-eyed man has an insane look in his eyes like he's been here for days.

"I'm sorry to startle you Miss, we are just looking for a hiding spot. May we stay here with you?" the golden man asks in a thick French accent.

"Sure." I tweak.

The golden man sits on the green patterned bed while the blue- eyed man sits in the corner of the room rocking back and forth. I reach into my pocket and pull out a small purple vial. I toss it to the golden man, who leans over and gives it to the blue- eyed man. He drinks it down in less than a second, and the crazed look in his eyes goes away.

"May I ask for your name Miss?" the Frenchman asks.

"Fae, Fae Markerson." I reply quietly, not wanting to attract the monster lurking around outside.

"Nice to meet you Fae, I'm Stephano, and this is Pewdie." he points to the blue-eyed man.

I nod then look down at my feet. I realize that my heart was pounding a mile a minute, meaning that I was love struck. Pewdie was staring at me, making me lovesick. He was a handsome man, the only problem was that we were all trapped here, and being together would just make the possible ways of escaping impossible.