Chapter 1: "Things are often not what they appear to be."
― Anonymous

"The American duo, City, formed by Derrick Harrington and Josh Hotz, have just wrapped up their tour here in London. This concert has broken the record for fastest sold-out tickets, ladies and gentlemen. Right now, we're waiting for the nineteen-year-olds along with millions of fans outside the Marriot Hotel," Alicia Rivera, reporter for the New York tabloids, told the camera.

The screams became louder, and from my seat, I could spot two boys. Josh was pointing at fans, grinning at them and waving. He hung an arm around Derrick, who with his usual serious expression, looked as if he wanted to be anywhere than there. Maybe he did.

I smiled. They were even more handsome in person. And they hated each other, I could sense it.

But they were not the reason I was here.

My phone rang, and I quickly picked up, scowling. "Fisher, I told you to send messages, not call. The phone's ringing might scare the faerie away."

"This is important, Mass, and I need to make sure that you hear it," Cam told me, desperation in his tone of voice. "Boss has just landed in London. And she wants the faerie."

I pursed my lips. "She'll get one."

With that, I ended the call and get out of the limousine. I smiled at City's fans, who screamed once they spotted me. I am Massie Block, after all, just one of the most famous actresses around.

Josh approached me, though Derrick glared.

"Hey!" the dark-haired boy said. Broad shoulders, perfect grin, warm chocolate brown eyes, olive-colored skin, and a charismatic attitude, it was obvious who the hottest one of the duo was.

I smiled. "Hello, it's such a pleasure to meet you."

Josh's grin widened. "Same. What are you doing here in London? Not that I stalk you or anything, but I heard you were supposed to be in a set for your brand new TV show."

I smiled, procuring to look nice. I was not just the most famous actress in the world, but I was also known for supposedly having a heart of gold. Supposedly. "Well, I'm here to help with Dylan Marvil's foundation for orphans, Marvilous Hearts. I heard most of the kids in the British facilities are my fans. So, I thought it'd be a pleasant surprise." I glance at Derrick, whose arms were crossed.

Josh nudged him to talk.

The blonde boy glared at Josh, who was shorter than him for a few centimeters. He turned to look at me, not even trying to smile. "How did that go?"

His monotonous tone annoyed me, but I managed to keep my nice girl façade on. "Oh, it went amazing. It was a very moving experience, since it was my first time visiting the Marvilous Hearts facilities."

Fans love Derrick's icy attitude. Normal girls, after all, like jerks. I am not normal, however.

The smell of lilies breezed nearby. Derrick was telling me something, urged by Josh, but I didn't pay attention to him. The night faerie was nearby. I slightly bowed, signaling my manager, a.k.a Chris Plovert, one of my partners, to come get me.

"... a pleasure to meet you," Derrick finished.

I nodded. "Likewise."

"Gentlemen," Chris said, materializing next to me. "It's time for Massie to go. Italy has just invited her to visit their Marvilous Hearts facilities. We're leaving first thing in the morning, so we want Massie to get a good night sleep."

"Of course," Josh replied. He grinned at a camera nearby. He was charismatic, but too confident in his looks. "It was a great pleasure meeting you."

I hugged both boys briefly. "Yes. Hopefully, we'll meet again. Bye!"

Once we were inside the hotel, a mismatched-eyed boy appeared in the lobby.

"The back door is open," Cam informed. He smiled. "She's nearby."

I raised my chin defiantly. Chris led the way, and soon, we were back outside. I could already see her dark blue eyes, trying to find me so she could escape.

"She knows we've found her," I said.

"Do we know how exactly ho2 she looks?" Chris asked, gazing around.

I looked up at the night sky. "Smells like lilies."

"For the ones that are not supernatural, please," Cam detailed.

I smiled. That's right. Cam and Chris are normal human beings. "Dark blue eyes."

"Not much, but we've still got something," Chris announced. He got out a small dart gun. "Massie, lead the way."

I motioned them to stay behind me.

"If she smells like lilies," Chris begun, looking around as we strode down the empty street. "It's because she's a night faerie-"

"Tell me something I don't know," I chimed in.

Cam looked surprised that I knew.

"This might not be accurate, some turn out to be different. Especially if they're half human, half faerie. But she probably looks like most of her race," the light brown-haired boy continued. "Pale, freckled, black hair, and innocent features. Don't fall for them, though, Cam-"

"Nikki was a mistake," Cam murmured, scowling.

I seethed with jealousy at the mention of that stupid faerie. She was an earth faerie, and managed to make Cam fall for her.

"Night faeries may look innocent, but they're the opposite. Playful, mischievous, and sneaky," he said. "If you give them the opportunity and are experienced, they'll lure you to sleep."

I stopped. "She's here."

Cam got out a gun of his. "I don't fall for woman that easily anymore, Plovert. So don't bring Nikki up."

Chris smirked.

There was a noise next to us, as if someone moved. We turned around just in time to see one of the boxes propped up against a wall fall down. We both ran toward it. My eyes widened.

"She's not there-"

I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Good night," someone whispered into my ear, and all around me began to swirl.

As I fell to the ground, Cam ran toward me. Chris ran behind the faerie, who was sprinting far away, her golden hair flying everywhere. She turned out to be different.

"Are you okay?" His voice echoed around me.

I'm not sure if I nodded, because in that instant, my eyes fluttered close.

Since I'm the one who tells the story, better tell it completely, right? Well, let's continue with the faerie's journey that night. Her name is Kristen, and she was adopted by the Gregory family when she was just a baby.

Chris was catching up to her. For some reason, she wasn't as powerful as the other night faeries. She felt as if she would faint in any instant simply for putting me to sleep, something that should be natural for night faeries. But she had to run. She couldn't land in our, the System's, hands.

Soon, she was running down busy streets. Her white baby-doll dress was swept back by the wind, and her hair was flying everywhere. She risked a glance behing her shoulder. She could spot Chris, hot on her heels.

Soon, they reached an empty street. Without thinking, she crossed it.

A car honked.

Light shined on her face, and the last thing she saw was a black SUV in front of her.

City's black SUV.

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