::cough:: There's going to be more..

Cece dropped through the opening into the cave. She glanced up to the faces peering down at her. "I'm alright! Toss me a torch!"
"You sure about this?"
"Yeah, I'm sure." Reluctantly, they tossed her a flashlight. As she stepped into the darkness, she'd barely have a chance to turn it on. With a rustle of wings and the scratch of claws on stone, the flashlight fell from her hands. For a brief moment, the people watching from above caught a glimpse of teal wings closing around Cecelia.
A cold hand came over her mouth when she tried to scream. "Quiet. Not a word, or I'll slit your throat." The smooth voice wasn't joking around, sharp talon pressed against her neck.
She felt something snake around her waist and it was everything she could do to keep from squeeling. The creature dragged her deep into the cave, dropping a few hundred feet to a faintly lit chamber. Candles were lit around the chamber, and she was soon able to see her captor. He tossed her forward and she fell to the ground, turning over and staring up at him. He visibly braced for the scream, but it never came. She stared at him, eyes wide.
"Who...are you?"
His gaze was steady on her, only now taking in how beautiful she was. With the same, smooth voice, he said, "Fafnir."

Pale blue eyes scanned the lit screen. The room was dark other than the screen, the ghostly glow enough to light up the surface of a notebook that had surely seen better days. The only other light came from the doorway on the other side of the room, but that was mostly obscured by the two figures peering in.
"How long as he been there?" the suit asked the man beside him. The nameplate on the first man's briefcase said "Principle Mahoony". The nametag on the jumpsuit of the second man simply read "Janitor".
"Since 2:35 this afternoon, sir. He hasn't left once, even to use the john," the janitor quickly replied. "What d'you suppose we do? It's closin' time."
"Tell him to leave, of course. He's only a boy."
"That ain't only a boy, sir. I seen him fight after school. Took on the whole football team in the locker room after soccer practice one day, he did. Supposin' he don't want to leave?"
Before Mahoony could answer, the boy in question flicked off the computer and promptly stood up. The two men quickly stepped aside as they watched. Just as he stepped outside the classroom door, the school bell chimed and the automated voice rang out in the empty halls, "Six p.m. The school is now closed. All students, please leave the building at this time. The school is now closed."
"Well, that takes care of that problem, then."
"Yes, sir." The janitor watched the boy as he walked through the nearest exit.
"What was his name, again?"
"Seth, sir. Kolareny, I think's his last name."
"Seth..." The principle shrugged and continued on his way.
Outside, the boy tossed his hair and glanced back. "Imbucile."

What filthy, despicable creatures these humans are. How could he think anything else with what he'd experienced? Besides, he was only one-fourth compassion. He wondered, momentarily, what his father thought of them. He already knew how his mother felt; he'd never understand her. He walked through the market with his head held high. Those sharp elven features and icey blue eyes brought him a good number of stares. The long black cloak hid his body well enough, and his hand was ever in place over the hilt of his broadsword.
As he turned into an alley, he felt a strong hand stop him and shove him against the wall. He jsut barely kept the sly grin from his lips. Oh, this would be fun.
"Your kind isn't welcome around here, boy."
He lifted his gaze to the man and simply smiled.
"What's so funny, pointy-ears?"
"Oh, nothing. I just find amusement in looking at a dead man."
"What was that?!"
"You bore me, human." In a blur of black cloak and polished steal, the human fell. Seth stood straighter and lifted the sword up under his nose. He breathed in the scent and grunted, licking along the length of the blade. Those eyes flashed in pleasure, his blood lust satisfied, for now. He wiped clean the blade on the clothes of the dead man, then sheathed the steal once more. He gracefully stepped over the body and continued on his way.
Oh, Father. If you could see me now, would you then be proud of me? Or am I still a nuisance? Is it still Rhia that clouds your mind as she does my own? When, Father, will I see you again?

Liam ground-tied the horse and wrapped a rope around its neck. "Hold, boy. Don't you move 'till I tell you." He tied the other end of the rope around his wrist, then dove into the raging river. He swam hard and surfaced beside the girl. It was then that he saw that her skin was dark, nearly black. He didn't take the time to wonder, however, and tied that rope around her waist. "Hold on to me!" Hearing his voice, crimson eyes lifted to his face. She let go of the rock and latched on to him. He wrapped his arms around her and called back to his horse, "Back up!" The horse obeyed, and they were slowly reeled in to shore.
Once safe, he untied her and held her close when he noticed her shivering. He rubbed her arm to warm her up. "Hey, miss? Are you alright?"
Trembling from the cold, she looked up at him. "Y-yes. Who are you? W-where am I?"
"Hush. I'll explain everything once I get you dry and warm." He lifted her up and swung up onto the horse, moving into a canter over the bridge. He looked down at that dark face. What had he gotten himself into? She was elven, he could tell that much. But he'd never ehard of black elves. Looking up again, he hugged her close to his chest. He could hear his father now: "What on Gaia do you think you're doing?!"
However, the nuzzle against his chest from the girl made him forget all of it.