Kissing the Fae

Prologue

The flames rose below him as he stepped out of the door from the other side of the world. He was bewildered as he roamed his eyes around but he saw nothing. He doesn't remember how he got here. His mind was blank and nothing seemed to sink in his brain. 

Just like the place he was in, empty and dark. 

Nikolas stepped forward. Shaking his head, he blinks numerous times hoping to see something but nothing has changed. He sighed in frustration then, let his eyes rest for a moment, letting the cold breeze slap through his skin. It carries fine drops, a hint that rain was about to come. The biting cold chilled his fingers into numbness, it crept under his clothes, spreading across his skin. Unfortunately, he brought nothing that could help him survive the unforgiving cold. 

With purple lips tinged with a bluish hue, teeth chattering together relentlessly, he opened his eyes only to be greeted by darkness again. 

He formed his hands around his lips, then shouted, "Hello?! Is someone here?! I think I'm lost and I need help!" 

His voice echoed. He cussed and hugged his head in between his arms. With fingers intertwined behind his head, he closed his eyes again as scene-after-scene entered his mind. Last night was a blast for him. He celebrated his twentieth birthday with colleagues, and also served as a celebration for him being known as a wine painter in the industry. 

After the triumph, he planned to go home but this happened for an unknown reason. He doesn't remember why, or how he got himself here in a strange place. It was too dim and cold for him to the point he couldn't get warm. 

"f**k!" he swore. Then, Nikolas remembers his friend whom he thought was born to prank him. "Justin! If this is one of your shits again, I'm telling you to stop now! This isn't funny anymore!" 

He drags his sleeves down to cover his exposed arms from the frigid cold. It wasn't enough, he needs more fabric to cover his entire body but, he has none! He offered his coat to a beautiful, and sexy woman he met in the bar, and now, he kinda regrets being a gentleman at that moment. His white sleeve was too thin for this kind of weather.

He's alone in the darkroom, with no one to ask for help. Everyone seems deaf not to hear his pleas. 

"Help! Anybody's here?!" he screamed.

He was slowly losing his sense of time. He has no idea how many minutes of hours he has been here. Nikolas just stood there, chanting silent prayers. The thought of not knowing where he was, or where to step his foot to seek a safe place scares him. 

"Holy hell! Why is my room too dark? And it's cold, too! I can't even smell anything. Did someone cast a spell again?" 

Nikolas was rooted in his place. His heart was beating in ways he couldn't understand upon hearing the feminine voice.  

"I was informed that the young Prince went to this room," it was a different voice. 

"The Prince?" he heard again. "I told him not to do this again..." 

He cannot see her. It was too dark... For a moment, he forgot how to breathe. His insides were screaming in delight at the thought that someone was with him so he could get out and go home. 

"Wait..." he stilled. "I can feel another's presence. It's new but somewhat familiar."

Nikolas drew a shuddering breath then groaned. He took two steps backward but his legs started to get wobbly and then, he subsided slowly on the ground. 

"Whoever you are, I hope you froze to death." 

He shook his head, eyes widened in shock. "No, no... Help me, please..." he begged. 

He couldn't bear it. The cold seeped into his toes, up to his upper body he thought his heart would get frozen, too. It was getting colder, his body was quivering in fear of death. Shaking, he closed his eyes and prayed that no one would kill him. 

"Not now... Not today," he sang. He firmly closed his eyes, dazzled by the light. When he realized it, he gradually opened his eyes, blinked multiple times, then totally laid on his back on the ground. 

"A giant! You two have the same height, Letisha! Another giant fae!" 

His forehead knotted. Nikolas wanted to protest but he was too tired. The frigid room drained him, adding the darkness he tried to avoid for two decades now. He felt something on his stomach but he couldn't even move to check. 

"I haven't seen him in Faye, or in the other regions."

"I don't care who he is, Rin. I just want to know how he got here in my room!" 

"We need to wake him up, though. He looks burned out." 

He wanted to sleep but something urged him to stay conscious. Was it because of the girl named Letisha who wanted him dead? He tsked. She's cruel wanting someone to die. And speaking of, he wasn't feeling cold anymore. He could feel the heat run down his system which made him sighed in relief. 

"Not today..." he whispered again, referring to his death.

"Not today what?"

He opened his eyes wearily. Everything was a blur, he couldn't see her properly, so he gave up trying. 

"I need to go home," he said wearily. "I was just lost...  I don't know how I got here, I swear to God. I was just driving home, then I found myself in here." 

"I think I know what's happening." He felt a thing move above his stomach. He tried to slap it away from him which he successfully did follow by a shrill voice. 

"Ouch, giant! Why did you do that?!" 

His eyes widened. Nikolas immediately got up causing him to feel dizzy. 

"What the heck was that?!" 

"You just slapped a fairy," said Letisha, who sat in front of him with blazing eyes. 

"A f*****g what?!" There was a look of horror on his face. 

"Me! A three-inch tall fairy!" the angry fae answered.