I scowled at the two guys sitting in the front seats and gave Jack the most evil glare I could summon.  It didn't seem to faze any of them.  They just stared at me like I was the most boring thing since the remake of 90210.  They pretty much ignored me.  I hadn't seen the red head since we left the gym.  I assumed she was in one of the four black SUV's that had been waiting outside the gym. 

"Can we at least stop at my house so I can get a few things?" I asked at last.  If I could get them to agree then maybe, just maybe, I stood a shot at escaping.  Once I got away, I'd call my Gran to come get me.

"Everything you need will be provided for you," Jack told me. "Your father and mother have been contacted already and will have your things ready when someone comes to collect them tomorrow."

"She's not my mother."

Jack smiled.  "No, I guess not, or you wouldn't be Snow White."

"Look, there are things I need tonight..."

"Look," he cut me off.  "I know there are things you need tonight and they will be provided for you, Sara.  You are not getting out of this car until we get to the airport."

"Airport?"  My eyes widened.  No one knew where Ravenwood Academy was located, but I hadn't really thought about that fact until this moment.  He was taking me away from everything, from my Dad, my friends, and my Gran.  No.  Panic hit and I wanted to run, to scream.

He reached over and hauled me into his side, his arm wrapping around me and holding me in an iron-clad grip.  "It will be okay, Sara, I promise."

"Okay?" I shouted.  "You kidnapped me and everything will be okay?"

"We're not kidnapping you."  The guy in the front passenger seat turned around so he could face me.  "We're taking you, home."

"My home is here!"

"No, it's not," he disagreed, his soft blue eyes trying to reassure me.  "You are special and you need to be with your own kind.  Your home is with us."

"Will my Dad be there?  My Gran?  My friends?"  When he frowned, I plowed on.  "No, they won't!  My home is here with them.  Ravenwood will never be my home."

Jack sighed and his fingers started rubbing slow circles in my upper arm where he held me.  I don't think he was even aware of doing it.  It actually calmed me down just a bit. 

"I'm Logan," the guy introduced himself.  "This is Paul.  We know exactly how you feel.  We were sitting right where you were once."

"Well, not right where she is," Paul laughed.  "I wasn't all cuddled up against Jack."  He wiggled his eyebrows at Logan and then refocused on the road.

Logan shoved him good naturedly.  "Shut up."

They were good friends.  I could see that right off.  They had that vibe going on.  Logan was blonde and blue eyed and Paul was darker than sin, his black eyes almost lost in his ebony skin.  If not for the situation, I would have laughed at their antics, which was probably what they were going for.

"So who are you two?" I asked instead. 

"We aren't fairytales," Logan told me.  "We're strictly Supernaturals.  I'm a wolf and Paul here is a Spell Caster."

"Like a witch?"

Paul's laugh was loud and warm.  "Sorcerer."

Their laughter made me miss my best friend, Julie.  I knew she'd be blowing up my phone, but Captain Jack, as I'd taken to mentally calling him, had confiscated it as soon as he threw me in the backseat and climbed in.  She must be so worried.  I needed to figure out how to get away.  If I could just find a phone and call my Gran, she'd come get me.  I let out a frustrated sigh.

"It's no use," Jack whispered, his breathe tickling my ear.  "You are not escaping.  If you run, I'll just find you."

I frowned at him.  He sounded so sure, but I was a pretty fast runner.

He grinned and touched a finger to his nose.  "Wolf."

I groaned.  He really could track my scent.  I'd forgotten that little fact. 

Jack chuckled and I elbowed him.  "Stop laughing.  It's not funny."

"Sara, I know you're scared and angry right now, but everything will be okay."  His eyes were serious as he spoke and he held up a hand to stop me from interrupting him again.  "You are more than just Snow White, you are a Supernatural and when you turn eighteen, you'll receive your gifts.  If you don't learn to control them, you could hurt someone.  Ravenwood will help you do that."

I felt like someone kicked me.  Supernatural?  Me?  Oh hell no.  I was just plain old Sara White.  Jimmy had been right about one thing, I wasn't special and I was so normal I blended into the scenery sometimes.  Supernaturals tended to have larger than life personalities, even before coming into their gifts.  So not me.

"Both my parents were human," I choked out. 

"No, they weren't, Sara," he told me quietly.  "Neither of your parents embraced their gifts after they left Ravenwood, but they weren't human."

The air whooshed out of my lungs and I wanted to throw up.  My dad was the most mundane, classic accountant I'd ever met.  He screamed stereotype.  My mom died giving birth to me, so I'd never met her, but I'd always assumed...oh God, oh God, oh God...

"Shh, sweetheart, breathe," Jack whispered and then helped me lean over so my head was between my legs.  "It's okay, you're okay."

No, I wasn't okay.  I needed my Gran.

"Jack, everything okay back there?" Logan asked.

"Just give her a minute," he replied and rubbed his hand soothingly up and down my back.  "Come on, Sara, just breathe."

"She's not gonna throw up is she?" Paul asked, fear making his voice tight.  I almost laughed.  I didn't want to ride in a puke car any more than he did.

"No," Jack said.  "She'll be fine."  He sounded so sure, so confident in me. It made me want to be strong, to live up to the confidence in his voice. 

It took me a few minutes, but I was finally able to sit up and not want to hurl.  Paul gave me worried looks through the rear-view mirror and I couldn't blame him.  My face was white and my eyes had a bruised almost haunted look to them.  I looked awful. 

Jack pulled me back into his side and I didn't resist this time.  His arm felt good around me and I needed support even if it was from the guy responsible for putting me in this mess in the first place.  Could it be true?  Was I a Supernatural?  I didn't see how, though.  I'd never shown any signs of it before.  How could my dad be a Supernatural and I not know about it?  I needed to call my Gran.

The rest of the ride to LAX passed in silence.  We didn't even go into the actual airport.  There was a private runway where a small plane waited.  Jack pulled me out of the vehicle and led me to the plane.  Once inside, he strapped me in and took the seat beside me.  Logan and Paul took the seats opposite us.  The seats faced each other so I assumed it was a private plane and not a commercial one.  Fifteen minutes later, the red-head came in and took a seat in the front of the plane and then popped ear phones in and turned on her iPod.  So much for asking her anything.

"Who is she?" I asked.

"That is Rebecca Campbell," Jack answered.  "She's in charge of making sure the school officials and the parents are handled."

"Is she a Supernatural?"

"Yeah, she's half Fae and can control emotions so having her on rescue missions is helpful."  Paul stretched out and pulled his own iPod out of his pocket.  "I'm getting some sleep guys."

Rescue missions?  Seriously?  They called kidnapping rescues?  "Where are we going?" I asked instead of giving into the urge to hurt someone.

"Connecticut," Logan grinned.  We were going to the east coast? I was travelling thousands of miles away from my Gran.  It wasn't panic that hit this time, I was far past that.  Grief clutched me this time.  Would I ever see her again?  She was the most important person in the world to me and they were ripping her away from me.  Why?  Why was this happening to me?

Logan's grin faded as I stared at him.  The first tear leaked out.  I wiped it away and stared out the window.  I could feel the plane starting to move.  We picked up speed and them my stomach did a little flip as we took off into the air.  It was really happening and there wasn't a thing I could do to change it.

"Oh, damn," I heard Logan whisper. "She's gonna let loose with the waterworks."

I glared at him, aware of the tears starting to seep out of my eyes.  They were blurry and I hoped to God I managed the evil glare I was going for, but I couldn't be sure.  I wasn't one of those lucky girls who looked beautiful when they cried.  My face got all red and splotchy when I cried.  I deserved a good cry and they had no right to get uncomfortable.  This was their fault after all.

"Go to sleep, Logan," Jack growled.  Logan looked down and kept his head down.  He pulled out his own headphones and plugged them in, leaving me and Jack alone, or at least as alone as we could get.  "Cry if you need to, but when we get to Ravenwood, you have to be strong.  Crying is a form of weakness and you can't show any weakness."

"Why?" I croaked. 

"Because they will eat you alive, Princess," he told me.  "There you will find creatures of all shapes and sizes, of all bloodlines from all walks of life.  Vampires, weres, shifters, Fae, Elves, Fairytales, everything.  They seek the strong and crush the weak.  You're not weak, Sara, so don't let them see you as that.  Be Snow White."

"But I'm not Snow White!" I railed at him.

"Sara Noelle Ophelia Wilemenia White."  He rattled off my name like a grocery list.  "S-N-O-W White.  Even your initials spell out your name, sweetheart.  You are Snow White."

"I'm not your sweetheart."  I hated the way he said it just now, like he was mocking me.  Earlier when he'd used the endearment, he'd sounded concerned, the word a caress, but not now.

"Nope," he grinned, his eyes flashing a deeper amber.  "You would be Prince Charming's sweetheart."

"Not in this lifetime," I snarled at him.  No freaking way.  I was not going to sit back and just let people tell me who and what I was going to be, who I was going to end up with.  This was still my life and I controlled what happened to me. 

Really, my conscious whispered to me.  Then why are you sitting here on a plane bound for some freak school in Connecticut?

Captain Jack shook his head, his eyes serious in an instant.  "It is what it is, Princess.  There's nothing any of us can do to change things.  There is a balance and we must keep the balance.  Our storylines are played out and there's not a damn thing we can do to change them even if we wanted to."

"So we're stuck in a never ending loop, repeating storylines?" I scoffed, my tears drying up.  "What if I don't want to end up with Prince Charming?"

"Then that sucks for you."

"Are you always this rude?"

"Pretty much."

"It's a were thing," Logan piped up.

Both our heads swiveled around and glared at him.  I thought he'd been occupied with his iPod, not listening in on our conversation.

"Hey, don't be mad at me.  The pheromones you two are giving off right now makes me want to..."

"Shut the hell up, Logan," Jack bit out, a growl fighting its way out of him.  His irises became sharper, the amber stronger in them, and they started to look just like a wolf's.  I shivered as his power lashed out and hit me. It hurt and I yelped.  I couldn't help it.  I felt it deep down in my bones and it caused shards of pain to race up and down my body.

Both boys turned startled eyes to me.  "You felt that?" Jack asked.

"It hurt," I told him, rubbing my hands up and down my arms. 

"You shouldn't have felt that, Sara."

"Unless she's a werewolf," Logan said, excitement in his voice.  

"That's not possible," Jack said, his expression becoming mulish.  "She is Snow White and Snow White has never, ever, in the history of Fairytale, been a werewolf."

"First time for everything," Logan beamed at me.  "She's always something different.  Maybe it's her turn to be one of us this time."

"No," Jack said vehemently.  "She is not one of us."

"I'm not good enough to be one of you?" I demanded, hurt that he was so against the idea.  Not that I wanted to go all furry anyway, but still.  I'd been rejected and humiliated publically once tonight already by my boyfriend.  I so didn't need it from Captain Jack.

Captain Jack refused to answer me.  Logan winced at what he saw on my face or maybe smelled. I turned away from them both and stared out the window.  Nothing but darkness met my eyes, but it was better than facing the pain I'd just been dealt.  I didn't understand it either.  Why did it hurt?  It shouldn't. I'd just met the guy, but the thought of him thinking of me like Jimmy did, caused my heart to shatter in that instant.  I wouldn't cry though.  He was right about that, I wasn't weak.  Instead I stared out at the night sky until my eyelids got heavy and I dozed off, my heart full of pain and grief