Shattered Hearts (A TMI Fanfic)

What Just Happened?

Sebastian POV

"Sebastian Morgenstern," I say. My hand is against hers. Eva, I think to myself. I look at the girl in front of me. Her skin is so pale, almost as pale as mine, her eyes are such an icy blue, and her hair tumbles down her shoulders in dark black waves. Her soft curves are just barley noticeable underneath her baggy T-shirt and pajama pants. I admit she is quite beautiful but that only gets one so far. She removes her soft pale hand out of my grasp and it's then that I notice the blood on it. My blood.

"You still won't be able to help me," I tell her.

She looks like as if she is about to speak but I stop her by pulling out my stele from my back pocket; ignoring the throbbing that comes from my wound. I hand it to her, she takes it and gives me a blank look. I sigh and close my eyes, time for the ultimate test, I think. I should have known that she wouldn't have any idea about object of the Shadoworld. Though she was able to see me while my glamour was still in full use. I think back to my meeting with Gwyn ap Nudd. The faerie leader of the Wild Hunt. A band of Seelie and Unseelie downworlders that ride through the skies on mystical steeds. No woman are allowed in the Hunt and those who join are never allowed to leave. Any member of the Hunt bears to different colored eyes; Gwyn's own personal brand on his soldiers.

Strolling down the Garden of Versailles in Paris at night time. Chuckling to myself about how even the fae of the Wild Hunt meets in a nature setting when the opportunity reveals itself to him. Feeling my hair ruffle slightly at the late night breeze. Passing a young couple and not being seen because of the glamour runes on my skin. Finally reaching the garden's fountain. Awaiting me is the leader of the Hunt himself. Standing in front of the fountain, the moon's silver-white light reflecting off it's service, he reminds me slightly of Poseidon. With his tall imposing frame and his one black and one pale almost white blue eyes he looks like someone who could rule the seas. The skies as well. Upon my approach he comes at attention bowing his head slightly at my existence.

"Well met, Jonathan Morgenstern." His deep voice rumbling like thunder.

I bow my head in return, "Gwyn. Make this quick it's cold out and I'm tired." I lie the blood coursing through my veins keeps me warm, always.

"I almost thought you would not show," His voice is questioning and suspicious. Wondering why I showed late.

"I came that should be all that matters to you. Now why did you call on me." Trying to get the answer for why I came so that I can leave.

"You're not a very patient one," he observes.

"Well when a member of the Wild Hunt attempts to throw a message via acorn threw an open window and doesn't talk to you face-to-face one can't help but get annoyed. By the way one of your people are floating down the Seine River."

Gwyn gives no reaction to this though and surprisingly moves on to answering my question, "I need you to find someone for me."

"What the leader of the Wild Hunt can't find someone?" I ask the question in a neutral tone but now I'm full of suspicion.

Gwyn's mismatched eyes flare with anger giving then the effect of black coals and treacherous icebergs, "Do not doubt my abilities Nephilim! I know where the person I am looking for is located."

Even more suspicious, "I did not mean to offend you or your abilities but if you have found who you are looking for why send for me and ask me to find them?"

"I need you to find this girl and persuade her to come and visit me. Introduce her to the Shadoworld. I can't go because it would traumatize her. But if you go-"