Sebestian stepped from the magic center straight into the Op's centre, marvelling at how much easier it was to get around with Allen help, not having to wait for the fairy Jia employed was a blessing. He narrowly avoided a knife to the face, ducking just in time when it came sailing through the air inches above his head. "Who threw that?" he growled, narrowing his eyes at the armed crowd, staring back at him with wide eyes before putting their weapons away. He shook his head when a young A-Class member stepped forward, a nervous expression on her face but the set of her shoulders showed a certain bravery he had to admire. "Miss... Brookwater is it? please refrain from throwing blades at  in future, I am trying to come to a peaceful agreement with the B-Class and having knife thrown at them when they enter into the station will not endear them to our cause" he said, walking over and retrieving the knife that had buried itself in the wall behind

 "Allen, wait" Sebestian called as he stumbled out of the come into Allen apartment. He tried to grab his mates arm but he just kept on running. He followed Allen through the living area and into his bedroom, watching as he jumped into his bed and pulled the covers up over his head, not uttering a word. He looked around the room, taking in the piles of clothes and the strong smell of their mingled scents, it all finally made sense! He walked over to the bed and crawled beneath the covers. "Are you mad at me?" Allen asked, just able to see a vague outline under the mass of blankets. "I swear, I didn't do it on..." "Allen, of course I'm not mad at you, you haven't done anything wrong, love," Sebestian said, pulling Allen in and wrapping himself around his fairy, his fairy who's scent had intensified beyond anything Sebestian had smelled from him. God! He smelled wonderful! "Why would you think I was mad at you?" he whispered in Al

  "Mmmm, morning, my love" Sebestian muttered when he felt Allen moving around in the cage of his arms. He tightened his arms around his mate as the sunlight stabbed at his eyelids where he kept them shut, not wanting to face the day. He brushed his fingers across his silent mate's stomach. "Are you okay, love?" he asked when Allen didn't say anything.   "Yeah, just thinking" Allen whispered as he turned over to press himself to his mate. He wondered if he should say something. He'd been awake a little while, visions and scenarios running through his head. He looked at the happy smile on Sebestian face, pressing his lips to his Alphas closed eyelids. He looked happy, seemingly unaware of what had him lying there in silence. He tried to squash the happy, excited feelings down, not wanting to get his mate's hopes up.   "What is it, sweetheart?" Sebestian asked when he opened one eye to look at his mate. The look on his face had hi

 "Are you ready?" Allen asked, looking around Rose living room at his family, giving them a tight smile when they nodded. He created a portal and watched as his sister, Olivia and David walked through. "I'll look after them until you get there Jordon, I swear, no harm will come to them," he said, giving his worried brother-in-law a squeeze on the shoulder. "I know, it's not as if they can't take care of themselves, but I still worry" Jordon said, wishing for the first time in a long time that he wasn't a vampire, that he could go with them to the plains without burning up faster than one of Rose casseroles, wishing he and the rest of the night children didn't have to wait for the fairy to make it safe for them. Dell had explained that Sebestian trial would be held in the huge courtyard that sat in the middle of the Gard and that they would have to find a way to protect the vampires if they wanted the full force of the B-Class there. "You never stop

 1 week later… Allen woke with a lurch, his mouth filling with saliva as his stomach rolled. He slapped a hand over his mouth, searching desperately for something to be sick into, completely forgetting he was a warlock in the process. He stumbled from the bed, leaving Sebestian asleep as he ran to the bathroom, almost making it the entire way before his stomach decided it wanted to be empty. He clicked his fingers, producing a bucket just in time. Sebestian shot straight up in bed when the sounds of his Omega being sick woke him, falling out of bed and slamming into the floor in his confusion. He looked around, trying to find the source of the sound that had pulled him from his sleep, wondering why he was on the floor before the sounds of retching hit him again. He crawled to the foot of the bed and looked around to see his naked mate heaving into a bucket. The sight stole his breath and pushed him forward at the same tim