A/N: Bonjour! Comment allez-vous? Yes, yes, I am learning French.

Anyways, moving on to things you actually care about.

This chapter is the dinner party that the Grimms were invited to (Puck was already invited because he's kind of a part of the kingdom, rightful king and blah blah blah so that's no mistake.) And It's a little intense, hopefully.

I also am a finalist for The Best Sister's Grimm of 2012, which has me super excited. Honestly, I was stoked and pee-my-pants excited when I was actually nominated with only two (maybe three?) chapters, and now I'm in disbelief and thinking 'this must be a joke'...Well if it is a joke, thank you guys, for giving me the best joke of my life! I want to also take this paragraph to thank all of my reviewers and the people who took notice to my little Sherlock Holmes wanna be :)

Okay, now onto what you guys really care about, which is answering you guy's comments/questions/and concerns.

For EstrangeloEdessa (Awesome username by the way), I wasn't actually checking to see if I had anymore reviews because everything had gone kind of dry. But then you popped up and I was like "Oh, hello there." To answer your question, or rather, concern about Faerie along with everyone else. I have an explanation -cough- excuse -cough-. So, pretty much I haven't read book four since I was about...ten...Yeah, so that was about...five years ago, basically six. So long story short, I don't remember what the hell Faerie was like, so I kind of had to go off what I imagined was Faerie. Plus, this Faerie fits in much better with the story than the other Faerie, I think. So I think, since my story is so different and probably a little implausible, I'm going to just declare this story in a half AU. And yes, I suppose they are in a castle. Ha, I'm so out of it with the SG world that I didn't even know Faerie didn't have a castle -puts gun to head-.

And as for Puck being OOC, (Still EstrangeloEdessa) I suppose I could make up an excuse for that by saying...Well, his mother just died. And while they didn't take trips to the Grand Canyon together, I'm pretty sure he's not going to fully be himself while he's back home in a place he hates, surrounded by people he's not entirely fond of, and in a stiff, restricting suit. He's got a pretty bad attitude, which may or may not be tied to something at home. He is probably just ending puberty (I dunno, I've never been an eighteen-year old guy.) So he might have mood swings and be a little bitchy at times. He's just acting...A little human, I suppose. And as for abandoning Sabrina with a random drunk guy, again, bitchiness, but then...He might know a bit more about Sebastian than we do...Think...Rings...

For Gifted Shadows, Sabrina and Puck are 18. Daphne is 14, Mustardseed is 17, and Sebastian is about 18.

I also just want to thank Lara D for existing. She's an amazing reviewer, thank you.

I want to thank everyone else, I love the fact that Sebastian is loved by some and hated by some. It makes him way more realistic ;)

No, It is not weird that Glimm reminds anyone of Cinna. He reminds me of Cinna too, if Cinna was more flamboyant and had green teeth.

Also, if you haven't noticed, my grammar and punctuation sucks, people. I'm working on it but a problem all of my English teachers tell me is that I write as if I am talking. And I talk fairly fast and with few periods.

Okay and alright, onto the story. Enjoy :)

The room was dark. The walls were maroon and the carpets a dark burgundy. An unbelievably long, oval shaped dining room table sat in the middle, and at the table were nineteen seats, sixteen faeries and two humans. There was a servant stationed at every corner of the room, their faces forlorn and shadowed, their hands behind their backs. Sabrina was seated between Daphne and Sebastian, and Puck was next to Daphne and then Mustardseed. In front of them were tall glasses of red wine, nothing more, nothing less.

Delfloro was absent, much to Sabrina's relief. In fact, everyone at the table looked like they couldn't be much older than twenty years of age. Sabrina recognized the girl that had been giving her the evil eye at the ball, she was still occasionally giving her the evil eye, but her interest seemed to be more invested in Sebastian than anything else. Aria was there, with her annoying smirk, chatting with a blonde, russet-eyed girl.

Sabrina shifted her weight, uncomfortable with being surrounded by so many creepy, yet sexy, and smug beings. The gun moved with her, and pressed into her side, reminding her of it's menacing presence. She moved again, a bit restless, picked up her glass, sniffed it, and quickly set it back down.

Okay that is not regular wine, she thought. Sabrina had had a taste of red wine before, thanks to Uncle Jake, and it sure hadn't smelled of pure rubbing alcohol. Sebastian took notice of her disdain and leaned over to her, "It's not that bad, love, go ahead, take a sip." Sabrina looked at him, and took notice of his already emptied glass with humored chagrin.

She shook her head, "I'm good."

"Alright. More for me, then." In a swift movement he took her glass and downed it's contents, then returned it to it's place. He waved behind him and a young boy quickly stepped forward to their table. "Two refills, my good friend." He ordered. The servant nodded, then disappeared for a moment. Though, Sabrina barely noticed when he returned and filled their glasses. She was suddenly distracted by the wide, olive colored eyes of a young man whose blatant stare was genuinely disturbing.

"Okay, your turn, darling, you drink it now." Sebastian handed Sabrina her glass and she took a sip to indulge him, also to break her gaze from the unknown starer.

It was the sweetest, richest liquid Sabrina had ever had on her tongue. It also evaporated her anxiety, and she immediately took another sip, and another, and another, and ano-

"Alright, that's enough now, love, you'll spoil your appetite and make fool out of yourself at the same time." Sebastian grabbed the glass and drunk the rest himself. Sabrina scowled and looked to her left at Daphne, who hadn't touched her own glass, but given it to Puck. He glanced at Sabrina and Sebastian every so often. Whether it was a glance filled with wariness or just curiosity Sabrina didn't know.

Sebastian lifted his arm and not-so-discreetly put it around the back of Sabrina's chair and then leaned in so part of his lips were right next to his lips. "You see that chap over there?" He said, his voice a low, conspiratorial whisper. He was pointing to her starer, "That's Jasquer. He's a part of the Betallion family, and those are his younger sisters, Merie and Nettilee." Jasquer was the one with the wide, dark olive eyes that made Sabrina want to hide under the table, and slightly curled brown hair cropped short.

Merie made her want to hide under the table also, but for different reasons. Merie was absolutely drop-dead gorgeous, in the sultry, kind of sinful way. With pale skin, naturally slanted green eyes and curled lips. To Sabrina, she resembled an unfairly good-looking cat with black fur and a cheshire kind of smile. Nettilee, seated between the dark vamps that were Aria and Merie, looked like a small angel. She had perfect skin, golden locks and wide, innocent-looking russet eyes.

"And those two lovely ladies over there are the Fiddelas, Parsley and Rosemary." Sabrina caught the hitch in Sebastian's voice when he said the name 'Rosemary'. And there was no wonder as to why. She was stunning, like Merie, only in a more classier and friendlier fashion. She had wavy, Titian colored hair and high cheekbones. Big, bright, violet eyes and heart shaped lips decorated her face. They were crinkled in laughter as she tittered at something a boy was saying to her.

Parsley was another story. She was very sour-faced, with dull blonde hair, dull purple eyes and a superb evil eye. One that she shot at Sabrina every once in a while. In all honesty, Sabrina didn't get it.

"Amaranth and Thyme." Sebastian gestured to the boy who was telling a joke to Rosemary, and a boy next to him who looked like him, but a bit older. They were both quite handsome, with jovial, young looks, fiery, cadmium red hair and similar face structures. Though, Amaranth had shorter hair and amazon-colored eyes, and Thyme had unruly curls and cerulean eyes that always seemed to be on the verge of a laugh. They both seemed vibrant and in good humor. "They're the Figgs." Sebastian continued, "They're both goodhearted goofballs, they don't seem to have a serious bone in their bodies." He paused, "Amaranth's more mature than Thyme though." He added as an afterthought.

Sabrina half-smiled at their silly antics. They had gotten straws from somewhere, and kept blowing bubbles in their wine, then laughing at them. "Who're they?" She pointed to a group of pretty individuals that seemed to keep to themselves, yet socialize at the same time. It was quite odd.

"The Delacroixs." He didn't say their name too distastefully. But his words were not filled with a warm and loving taste, as if he were speaking of old and dear friends.

"You mean there's more?" Sabrina half-groaned. Aria was more than enough.

Sebastian nodded, "Fergus." Fergus had puffy cheeks, a small mouth, and droopy grey eyes hidden behind thick glasses. He seemed quiet, but nice enough. Nerdy. "Cilantro and Siratro." The twins. Sabrina knew it, for they looked exactly the same. The only difference was one twin's eyes were more of an indigo color. They both had chocolate colored hair and a sort of icy exterior. But Siratro's whole demeanor was 'I'm-better-than-you', and Cilantro's was more of an 'I-want-to-punch-you-in-the-face.' "And Roquette and Aria." Roquette had platinum blonde hair, and pale blue eyes. She looked bored, like she didn't want to be there. Or anywhere, really. And then of course, there was Aria, with her long, black hair and smirking, dark brown eyes. She looked nothing like her siblings, same as Nettilee.

"What a charming bunch." Sabrina said sarcastically.

"Quite." Sebastian replied.

"Who's that?" Sabrina asked as she looked at the younger man next to Fergus. He was the epitome of mysterious. He had scruffy black hair, and stubble around his chin and above his lip. He had the palest, most vivid blue and grey eyes Sabrina had ever seen, with a touch of mauve. They were almost transparent. He had a strong jaw and looked familiar, but Sabrina couldn't place who he looked like or where she knew him from.

Sabrina could almost feel Sebastian's grimace on her cheek. "Vincent." His voice dropped lower.

"Vincent who?"

"Vincent FilGhardi." He said reluctantly, "My brother."

Sabrina was shocked, "You have a brother?"

"Apparently." He said dryly, taking a sip from his ever present flask.

"Oh."

Sebastian then leaned back in his seat as dinner was served. The servants brought out plates of filet mignon asparagus and potatoes, and more wine.

Faeries really liked their wine.

"What's for dessert, Charles?" The boy named Thyme asked an older servant behind him. Charles went to answer when Amaranth cut him off with a hand and a kind look.

"For God's sakes, Thyme, eat what's in front of you." He said to his brother scoldingly. Thyme smiled at him with food in his mouth.

"Sure thing, Mother." He replied smartly, then let out a chuckle and ducked from his brother's flying fist.

Sabrina half-smiled again, then looked down at her plate. The food was small, and looked fancy. Definitely fancier than anything back at Ferryport. She picked up her fork and took a small bite. It was delicious, very flavored and soft, and mingled in with the asparagus so very well. Mixed with the spiced wine, it was a near heavenly experience.

Why was everything in Faerie so good?

She was so absorbed in her food that she almost didn't notice the rising voices of Merie and Aria. She looked up to see Merie's cat-eyes slanted more than usual and her teeth nearly bared. "Shut up, bitch." Merie said to the other raven-haired girl, her voice dangerously low yet loud.

"Oh, I'll shut up." Aria said, her voice trill yet calm. "When you shut your legs, kitten."

There were low 'Oh's from the Figg and Delacroix brothers, save for Fergus, whose head was wisely buried in a book. Mustardseed looked uncomfortable in his gullible, half naïve way, as did Puck. Sebastian's lips were curled in an amused smile, and Vincent in his corner had barely any expression. Daphne was wide-eyed and unbelieving. As if she couldn't process that people actually said that stuff to one another in real life and not just on reality shows based in New Jersey.

Merie looked like she wanted to kill Aria. And her look nearly became a reality when, as fast as lightening, she picked up a knife and threw it Aria's direction. The sharp knife sailed towards Aria's face, and the young girl moved just in time, the dinner utensil turned weapon just grazing her cheek. It then lodged itself in the wall above Sabrina's head.

Sabrina then grasped why she had the gun. To protect myself from these psychopaths, she thought. Daphne looked like she was in an unreal world, and Sabrina was having trouble comprehending that what was happening was really happening herself. Everyone was silent as Aria dabbed at her cheek, her big brown eyes never leaving Merie's face. When she pulled her finger back, there was a dot of blood, nothing more, nothing less. "Well." She said, only a pinch of surprise in her voice, "Meow."

Then all hell nearly broke loose.

Aria pulled a gun from under her seat and pointed it in Merie's direction, only for Jasquer to get in front of her and pull the gun from Aria, then strike her. Which triggered her older twin brothers' pulling out a gun and a dagger and lounging for Jasquer. Nettilee was screaming. The Figg brothers were laughing. Roquette and Parsley seemed to have a mutual understanding that they just didn't care. Rosemary's face was a mask of annoyance, not horror, like Sabrina's. The servants did nothing, as if they saw this everyday. And Sebastian was too busy licking the remnants on his wineglass to notice, or give a damn. Vincent was now watching the scene with slight interest, his pale eyes flickering with some sort of attention. Puck had put his arm protectively around Daphne, and was looking at Sabrina with urgency, yet she saw that there was still some sort of nonchalance, just like everyone else. Like photogenic persons attacked and tried to kill each other everyday. It made her wonder.

Gunshots went off, and sprayed into the walls and on the table. But, miraculously, or maybe because they weren't aiming, no one got hit amidst the gunfire and roaring mayhem. Sabrina's lungs wanted to scream. But instead her body reacted and she ducked and gripped Daphne's arm so tight her knuckles turned ivory. She was getting ready to take her sister and bolt, even preparing herself to pull out the gun if she needed it to escape.

"ENOUGH!" A booming, clear, and menacing voice cut through the chaos. Everybody froze in midair. Cilantro's hand was around Jasquer's neck, and Siratro's gun was pointed at Merie, who was smiling at Aria with a knife raised against her neck. Everyone looked towards the voice.

Mustardseed.

His fists were planted on the table, his face was an enraged blood red. His usually kindhearted eyes were intense and his body posture was severe. For a moment, he had everyone's undivided attention.

Mustardseed then just shook his head. "I believe I have lost my appetite." He said aggressively, then turned, and walked out of the room.

Slowly, everybody sat down and returned to their meals, with smirks and guilty looks on their faces. After a moment, everyone returned to normal, polite conversation. Even Aria and Merie shared a tinkling laugh over something superficially funny.

It was like nothing had ever happened.

"So that's why he's king." Puck said softly, so only he heard. He tapped his chin and turned around slightly to look at his brother's retreating figure in a mixture of awe and admiration. "Huh."

Daphne looked like she was having heart palpitations. "He's so regal." She whispered excitedly to her older sister. Sabrina smiled at her sister and pinched her arm, then rubbed it apologetically when she realized she had left deep nail marks. After a few minutes, Sabrina regained composure along with everyone else and was back to eating her delectable food.

Then she saw it.

She didn't mean to notice. It was almost like a small detail that wasn't supposed to be noticed. But she noticed it anyways.

"Who sits there?" She whispered to Sebastian and pointed to an empty seat between Rosemary and Thyme. It had been unoccupied the entire night. No one had sat down and got up. Mustardseed's now vacant seat was at least five seats away. Whoever sat in that seat had not shown up to dinner at all.

And boy, what a dinner they missed, Sabrina thought.

Sebastian suddenly appeared to be extremely rattled. He took at least two gulps form his flask and at first tried to ignore her question by laughing at something Siratro had said.

"Sebastian." Sabrina whispered fiercely. Now she had to know who the mysterious no-show was, if he or she was that cryptic. "Who sits there?"

Sebastian looked trapped. Then he sighed deeply, leaned towards Sabrina and literally pressed his lips firmly onto her ear. Initially, he said one word and one word only.

"Jack." He uttered in a low, rueful voice. "Jack Fiddela sits there."

Jack. The name echoed in Sabrina's head as if her mind had suddenly become a never-ending cave. It was no wonder Jack hadn't shown up. It would've most likely been even more disturbing if he had.

Plus, it was probably pretty hard to get to dinner on time when you were dead.

A/N: So...Hi. Hope you enjoyed it, it was a little on the short side but if I wrote anymore it would be much to long so I'll just put that into another chapter. I also realize that a lot of that chapter was describing, honestly I've never described so much in my life. In fact...I dare you guys to leave in a review a list of who was at the dinner and what they look like...In fact of a fact...I double-dog dare you! (Cue the "Oooooh's and 'Yo mama's!') You know...Just to make sure you understand and everything...Anywhays...Read and Review!