A/N: as you read please keep in mind this is the first (very rough) draft of this story!

Nighttime came around and Trina decided it was time for her to go to bed. Early as hell too, like ten pm, and Ginger came to the conclusion that Trina had morning classes. Claiming to want a shower before going to bed Ginger managed to escape, this time not out the window, but the anticipation of having to use it as a possibility seemed to not leave her. She wondered what Trina would do if she found a rope ladder going down the side of the building from Ginger's window. Eh, that would probably be way too noticeable.

Just like this long ass coat and knife underneath it that no one not even Trina seemed to mention of all the luck. Even when she'd gotten her blood taken all she had to do was roll the sleeve of it up.

Ginger wasn't required to attend any classes right now, but according to her schedule she'd be attending a gothic literature class around this time tomorrow and she figured why wait. She needed to meet more of these animals, though what she really needed to do was figure out how to kill fairies, specifically Toby the perverted fairy. Of course the most important factor she needed to decide was where her dissecting would take place. Surely she couldn't do it in the infirmary seeing as there was more than just Toby in there.

She'd have to kill two birds with one stone, find out how to kill fairies and get the blue prints to the building. Maybe there would be a secret passageway or something. She should even speak with students to see if they knew of any. It would take too long to make one, so she could only hope the architect of the school had been crafty.

Wouldn't it be great if there was a "How To" book on killing fairies and other unknown Sups? She thought to herself, not bothering to contain her evil chuckle since she was wondering the dark halls of an unknown school by herself.

Now that she mentioned it she felt chills run up her back. Probably not the best idea she ever had, but the school rules were, as a human, that no one could attack her.

"Rules smules," she mumbled. She never followed them either. They were meant to be broken right?

"I couldn't agree more," a familiar voice whispered by her ear.

She turned quickly, staring wildly around for the voice that seemed to disappear as soon as it had appeared. "Who is that?"

"Ah, love, you don't remember our escapade in the infirmary? I'm hurt. I thought we had a connection."

Toby, the perverted fairy.

"So pet, how about we go to my room?" It was only his voice, she still couldn't physically locate where he was.

Ginger clenched her hands into a tight fist, the sharp half moon indents of her fingernails digging into her palm. She wasn't prepared for this, but if the opportunity presented itself why not take it? It may be stupid, but she'd never get anywhere if she remained safe and prepared all the time.

"What did you have in mind?"

If iron was the key factor to killing him she didn't have any that was the biggest hilt in her problem of seize the moment, she just hadn't thought of it until after his hand clamped on her arm, pulling her into his body.

That's when it hit her, not the error of her ways unfortunately, but his smell, his wonderful erotic salty ocean smell. Why hadn't she noticed it before? With Ethan it had been instant and way more powerful, but with Toby it was only now that she felt the subtle smell of him seeping into her pores, vibrating through her body, down to the tips of her fingers, to her groin, stopping at her toes only to go back up again. It had mostly the same effect on her, if somewhat more dull, but it was there, that need that used to only be for Lucca and then her stupid sixteenth birthday happened.

She turned in his embrace and she watched his nostrils flare and his eyes widen as she advanced on him. Perhaps it was because she'd accepted his offer, or maybe it was something else, something she didn't catch on to, but he was panting already. He looked drunk with it, with whatever it was.

Fucking hormones!