The boys made the bunker as confortable as possible for me. A big plush couch, as much food as I could ever want, books, magazines, pens and paper, a TV, blankets, pillows...anything I could ever need. But I didn't want to be there at all.
"You can't just abduct me!" I snarl.
"Okay then! We could just leave you there and let you be killed by vampires or werewolves!" Spike, the third demon boy, snarls back.
"Vampires and werewolves?! When I woke up this morning I was just a normal girl!"
"Well that's not the case anymore, is it, darlin'?" Salem says. I clench my fists.
"Nevie! We are your guardians! We are doing our jobs! We're protecting you!" Atticus says.
"Well I don't need to be protected! Let me out of here and leave me alone!"
"Not until we know it's safe! If you die, we have failed. And if we fail..." He's cut off by a very attractive, very sparkly boy, with shiney orange hair, that appreared of out nowhere.
"Puck! What have you found out?" Atticus says, stepping closer to the boy.
"Avalon has sent Lore and his gang after Nevie. Avalon will stop at nothing to kill Nevie. Speaking of Nevie, can I meet her?" Puck says. The boys step aside, exposing me to him. He smiles and walks towards me. He bows, taking my hand in his.
"Hello, princess. My name is Puck. I am one of your guards." He kisses my hand and smiles up at me. I blush a little bit. He is SO cute! I giggle. He grins a goofy grin.
"Don't worry, princess. You are in very good hands." He stands, but doesn't let go of my hand. A jingly sound echos through the bunker, and two more boys appear.
"I'm going to take a guess that you guys are faires." Puck grins.
"You're very smart, princess." He says. The other two appear at Puck's side.
"Puck, leave the poor princess alone! She's been through a lot today." One of them says. He's blonde and kinda short. He pushes Puck out of the way. Puck glares at him, looking almost...jealous?
"Greetings, princess. I am Oberon! King of the faires, and the commander of your army, though I don't expect you to remember." He smiles and sollutes. The third fairy boy pushes his way through. He smiles at me and I can see love and adoration in his eyes, paired with a bit of sadness.
"Hello, Princess." He says. He doesn't kiss my hand or anything, he just says hello and walks away. The other two fairies follow him, making sure he's alright.
"Who's he?" I ask. The six boys look at me, with sorrow and sadness in their eyes.
"His name is Warren. He was your fiance." Birch answers.
"Nevie, I know this is all a lot to take in, but I promise you that you did know all of us at one point." Atticus says. I sit down, crossleged on the big plush bed.
"Then tell me about my old life. Maybe I can try to remember."
So the rest of the day was spent recalling stories from my past life.
"Warren, tell me about how we met." I say, taking his hand and lacing our fingers together. He smiles.
"I remember it like it was yesterday. It was right after your parents passed away. The creator sent us to take you and your sister to your guardians. You looked so lovely. Your dark hair flowing down your back. Your white gown fit your body beautifully. All I wanted to do was take you in my arms and kiss you. But I didn't. I have to be professional. So, over the years we became good friends. One day, I couldn't take it anymore. I went to the garden and picked some roses, and went to you, and proposed. You said yes, by the way. " He looks down at our hands sadly.
"Warren, I'm so sorry, but I don't remember any of this; there's no way that I can remember, either." Warren lets go of my hand and jumps up, causing the bed to bounce and launch the rest of us into the air.
"But there is! The angels are liars! Your memories still exist! When Atticus brought you to this body, he didn't destroy your memoires, he just scattered them." He exclaims. I look from Warren to Atticus.
"Yes, Nevie. I lied to you. Well, I actually lied to everyone. I just couldn't let you all go after them and get hurt!" Atticus says. His brothers look at him, suprised and angry.
"So all this time we could've helped her?!" Birch exclaims.
"Yes! But it was too dangerous! She needed us and we couldn't risk our lives!"
"But we can still go find them and bring them to her?" Oberon asks.
"Yes." Atticus says. There is a long silence. I know that the angels are talking to each other telepathically, and now I'm starting to think that so are the demons and the faires. Oberon breaks the silence a few moments later, starling me.
"We'll do it."
"Huh?" asks Atticus.
"We'll go look for her memoires."
"But it's practically suicide! I mean, with the vampires out there, and the werewolves and Avalon...You'll die!" Birch practically yells.
"But we have our magic! We can protect ourselves! And even if we can't..." Oberon glances at me.
"It's worth it. And you six need to stay here and protect her." The three start walking towards the door of the bunker.
"And besides," Puck turns around and begins walking backwards. "faires are extremely fast healers." And with that, they're gone. I curl up on the bed and decide to take a nap. Salme rubs my back until I fall asleep.