The Darkness

Concerns

I walked to the room, taking small, quiet steps towards the sound. As I walked into the room, there was a tall, manly figure in front of me. "W-who are y-you?" I said shakily, looking the figure up and down. But the figure didn't say anything, it just laughed softly. "I really did get you, didn't I, Grace?" He said with a smile. It was only Peter... He had stepped into the light now, and I could see his facial features. I crossed my arms and spread my wings angrily. He looked at me and scratched his neck. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry." He finally said, and I messed his hair up. He smirked. "So, did you like our little date table?" He asked. I looked at him, utterly confused by this. He raised an eyebrow at me and went red. "Please don't tell me that you forgot it was your birthday, Grace? I thought I'd surprise you with a dinner, and then go for a walk..." he sighed. I looked at him with a surprised look, and tilted my head. "Seriously? I forgot it was my birthday. Its kind of difficult to keep up with these things, since I'm managing a whole clan by my self..." I exclaimed back shyly, and looked at him. His eyes shone, and I knew he was up to something. He looked back at me. "Grace, I've been wanting to ask you something. I know this may not be the right time, but...will you be my--"
He was cut off by screaming.
"Shit." I shouted. Peter looked at me, and ran to the window to look outside.
"Grace...th--theres..." he stammered. I looked at him and frowned.
"There's what, Peter? Spit it out!" I said to him worriedly. He looked at me with sorrow in his eyes. "People are dying out there, Grace. We need to help them, and fast."