Bachelorette Party

Now, Maria despite how her soon-to-be husband felt, was not all nice and innocent..

She had of course, kept his illusions up, remaining faithful and loving to him despite his own misguided ways. But that was soon to change.

The night of her bacherlotte party, she invited the girls down to the beach, to tan and ogle the hot men, then to have a night out on the town.

Of course, that group included her best friend Julien Poirot as well as Katarina Stewart and Gwen Cresswell, the new girl in town.

The day had started out great, sunbathing and swimming. Julien sitting behind them under the umbrella, sulking. He wasn't much for sun, or fun in general.

It wasn't long though before they packed up and headed back to Katarina's to change for the night. Julien tagging along.

The four piled into Katarina's room and the girls began to strip in front of poor Julien who had taken a seat ont he edge of the bed, his pale white skin quickly tinting pink as he tried to keep his eyes looking up at the ceiling and not on the bare flesh in front of him.

The three girls giggled and day though the closet and dresser, trying on clothes left and right, tossing them back and forth, shaking heads.

But Julien, despite the angel blood that ran through his veins, so did demon and he couldn't help but take peeks at the bare skin of his soon-to-be married best friend.

The curse of a fairy, born of a demon and angel, so unlike the rest of his kind, innately good, though lord forbid he follow the nature of his kind, an outcast, that's what he was. Otherwise, he'd be taking full advantage of the opportunity presented before him.

Cursed by fate, a low chuckle escaped.

"What's wrong, Julien?"

Marie gently touched his shoulder, startling him.

He looked up at her and found it hard not to stare, having to force himself to look only in her pale pink eyes.

"Nothing's wrong, just brooding." He forced a smile, the best he could do with the thoughts running through his head.

She gently cupped his check, a sad smile on her face. "Alright." She let her hand fall, rejoining the activities.

If only.....

It was late, the sun long since gone. The club was full, the lights dim, the air hot and filled with the smell of sweat and testosterone.

The four danced in the middle of the crowd, bumping bodies and swaying with the beat. All with drinks in their hands. Marie had had the most by far, finding it difficult to remain on her feet.

She stumbled into Julian, laughing. He took a step back, bracing himself and wrapping his arms around her.

Their eyes were connected and for a brief moment, the world fell away. She leaned up and their lips met and it was like fireworks went off in his head.

A brief, fleeting moment of paradise before she pulled away laughing and went back to dancing and left him stunned.