Oh gosh. I feel bad for not updating sooner, like, I dunno what the heck is going on with me. Seriously. It's bad. 

It's not writers block I have, I promise you. I'm bursting with creativeness. But like, whenever I get on the laptop and go to create, I just..lose the creativeness. 

I won't put this on hold, mainly because I love you guys and can't bear to do it. I'll write as much as possible, just bear with me okay?

And by the time school starts again I'll be back to only UPDATING ON WEEKENDS. So, I should have enough ideas by the end of the weeks. xD

((Got a burst of creativeness to write, so here you go! A long chapter!))

Enjoy!

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' Our magic is much weaker than them. We've no choice but to do this. My King, Blood of Wolf, Blood of Fae, or Blood of Vampire?' The king studied the three pitchers, his eyes straying on the white blood which held Fae. Finally he said, 'Neither.' The Traveler looked surprised by this and he said, 'Then our magic will be dead within the week.' The king laughed. 'Never, sir, never. Our magic is drawn out by-" -Passage from the Ancient Writings of Witches and Warlocks. ( Note, for those Warlocks who reads this, because of the danger, the rest of this passage is unavailable.)

"Up! Up! Up!" Someone hollered.

I peek an eye open and see Quince standing over me with a ridiculous grin on her face.

"You have three seconds to get out of my room before I kill you," I growled at her.

"Kill me?" She faked a hurt look, pouting. "Why would you want to kill me?"

"Many reasons. Including waking me up in the morning at-" I shoot a glance at my clock. "-six AM."

She rolled her eyes. "You're so dramatic."

"I am not dramatic!" I cried. "Besides, we've had this conversation before."

"No matter I felt the sense of deja vu." She smirked.

I scowl at her. "You're mean."

"I know." She blinks innocently.

I glare at her. "Why are you here at the butt crack of dawn?"

"I would hardly call six AM the butt crack of dawn."

"Quince."

"Okay, okay." She rolled her eyes. "You're mom asked me to get you up."

"Why?"

"Because she's gonna tutor you," Quince said. "Yep, that's right, she's your teacher!"

"Great," I mutter, falling back on my bed with a sigh.

Quince laughed. "Its not that bad."

"Its not that bad?" I mimicked. "Seriously?"

"You're mom's actually cool," she says.

"You didn't just tell me my mom's cool."

She shrugged shamelessly. "It's true."

I mutter, "I guess so."

"Now get dressed," Quince orders, walking towards my door, grabbing the handle and pulling it shut behind her.

I groan loudly in protest but get back to my feet anyways and drag myself over to the closet, muttering as I pull out random clothes.

I quickly dress and brush my teeth before grabbing my backpack and literally dragging it on the ground behind me.

When I reach the top of the stairs, I push open the door and slowly make my way over to the kitchen. I guess I would of been fine with mom tutoring me if she hadn't decided that it would be fair to start at five AM.

Okay, maybe I'm a little dramatic. It's only 6:12..

Still. I'm exhausted, and I want nothing more than to go to sleep.

"Morning, beautiful."

I turn to see Jackson, a strained smile on his face. 

"Hi." A smile pulls my lips and I hug him, and he rubs my back. 

"How are you?" he asked carefully.

"Yes." I narrow my eyes at him, pursing my lips. "But what about you?"

He wouldn't meet my eyes. "I'm fine..don't worry about me."

I raise an eyebrow. "Something wrong?"

"No," he answered, a bit quickly I might add.

"Doesn't sound like it," I shot back, getting frustrated. Does he not trust me whatsoever? I pretty much spill my guts out to him, might as well be my whole insides. But he's barely showed saliva. 

After all, he has nothing to hide right?

I think back to the day we were at Starbucks. When I asked him about his powers in the car, in which he told me there wasn't much to learn at all about his family, his ways.

The way he'd said it..it was like he was almost angry with me for asking.

"Faye," he said, snapping me from my thoughts and back to the real world. "Please don't worry about it."

"So you're admitting there is indeed something wrong," I snapped.

He sighed, running his hand through his hair. "No, I'm just stressed about the wedding. My parents are on me about it except when I'm asleep."

He's lying, I thought, narrowing my eyes, and he's not doing a great job about it.

Instead of pushing more on the subject, I nod curtly. "Fine, if you say so."

He looked relieved and visibly relaxed, and asked, "So what are you up to this morning?"

"Mom apparently knows how to teach," I reply with a sigh. "Which means I have to learn today."

"You know," he said strangely. "Learning new things doesn't always have to be a bad thing." (A/N: Foreshadow, hinting, *Cough*Cough*)

I blink slowly at him. Okay he's acting really weird. "No, I guess not."

He looked down, and I hesitate before smiling. "See you after tutoring?"

"Sure." He leans down and presses a light kiss to my lips, then hurries away.

I stand there frowning and shake my head, turning on my heel and made my way to the kitchen.

"There she is," Mom greeted, holding up a cup I assume is filled with coffee.

"Hey." Setting down my stuff, I make my way over to the coffee and pour myself a cup without another word as I try to wrap my head around things.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." Mom blinks at me. "Everything okay?"

"I think so," I reply, blowing on the coffee before taste testing it. "Jackson's just acting weird is all."

"Weird?" Mom asks. "How so?"

"Well, when I ran into him this morning he asked if I was okay."

"And that's weird?"

"No, the weird part is when I asked him if he was okay, he suddenly acted odd. Like, he had something to tell me, something was wrong, but he held back."

"Mm," Mom finally says. "Well, he's just a boy, after all."

Was that a hint of uncertainty in her voice? What the hell is going on with my family, and if there is something (Another thing, I might add) that they are hiding, why am I last to always know?

I shrug. "I guess, yeah. So you never told me you knew shit I learned."

She gives me a stern look. "Language," and in a teasing voice she adds, "I wasn't born in the 1700's. Of course I know what you're learning. Courtesy of Jen, by the way."

"Yeah, yeah." I roll my eyes and pulled out my stuff.

"So," Mom says. "let's get to work."

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Jackson 

My stomach was gnawing with guilt as I walked away from Faye. I was so horrible, for not telling her sooner. 

When I returned to my room, I tried to calm my beating heart and took in deep breaths and let them out. Calm Jackson, calm. 

"I need to grow some balls," I mutter to myself as I pushed myself off the door and paced the bedroom.

I finally decided that I would tell her tomorrow. Dad can't keep telling me not to tell Faye. I have to tell her tomorrow.

I dial Dad's number and he picks up. "Yes?"

"I'm telling her," I tell him, "tomorrow."

"Son," he said in a warning tone, the one he uses when he thinks I'm being stupid. "Now just wait a minute."

"I've waited ever since I met her," I snarl into the phone. "Were you expecting me to tell her after the wedding?"

"Well.." he started.

"You were?" I spat, fury rising in my chest along with rage. "Dad, I'd lose all her trust!"

"If you tell her now, she could break the wedding," he warned.

"Better that than breaking her trust I earned," I say coldly. "She wouldn't forgive me."

He was silent. "If she calls off the wedding, I'll-"

"Disown me? Go ahead."

"I would never disown you." He sounded serious. "But I won't be letting you off the hook."

"It's a risk I'm willing to take," I said, then hung up.

What am I going to do?

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So how did you like it? :D 

I felt happy after posting this.

THANK YOU xXscotchXx for the WONDERFUL, AMAZING, FANTASTIC idea for the little secret Jackson's been keeping. This chapter is dedicated to you, because you gave me the idea.

ALSO, xXscotchXx, you will get a dedication in the next chapter as well! :D 

I hope you awesome people enjoyed it!

-Grace xx