Logan eyed the beautiful male from afar, the glass of champagne slightly trembled in his hand while the other grabbed at his pocket watch. It was a nice simple silver watch, with a thin chain, nothing else was engraved on it except his initials. He shifted his gaze to the watch and frowned, only a quarter past midnight and the young man had still not moved from his spot on the large leather seat, crowded by many people.

Logan sighed and tucked the watch back into his coat pocket, he looked around, people stood and conversed in low chatter. Others sat with glasses in their hands or cigars hanging from their lips, all in all, this was no normal get-together.

If it were, Logan would not have been invited.

That much he knew.

He set his untouched glass down on a nearby table, and as soon as he did so a loud, obnoxious voice boomed from afar. “Greetings ladies and gentlemen! Thank you all for coming to tonight's get-together, tonight shall be an eventful night. One that you surely will not forget.” The head of the mansion walked down a large set of stairs, he wore a rich thick velvet robe. One of his hands clasped the end of a cane, the other a large glass of wine.

Roman Prince was the young man's name, one of the wealthiest aristocrats alive. And the smartest. And, although quite inappropriate for Logan to be thinking about, the lad was quite handsome.

Logan glanced back at the younger male who had caught his eye earlier, he was dressed in a light blue button up shirt, black slacks, fancy black low heeled shoes, and nice glasses rested on the bridge of his nose. His eyes were a beautiful mocha color, it reminded Logan of a warm cup of tea or the rich soil of the earth. But that wasn't what had intrigued him. No. What intrigued him was the necklace he wore.

The gold chain glimmered beautiful, and the heart-shaped red ruby resting against his chest glistened and shimmered.

Now Logan was no thief, he was fine with the money he made, and he never ever committed a crime. But the necklace made him feel desperate and alert, as if he had saw it before, but where? He knew he had seen the necklace somewhere. He really did, and the man. Oh the beautiful angelic male giggling and talking to others, the way he made Logan's heart flutter in his chest was sureal.

“Now shall we begin with a dance?” Roman suggested, shaking Logan from his stupor. The young man cleaned his throat and straightened out his coat, he controlled his shaking hands and shut his eyes for a moment, he breathed in and exhaled slowly. When he opened his eyes again he nearly jumped out of his skin.

There, standing a few inches shorter than him stood the beautiful male with the brightest smile on his freckled face. “Hello, I'm Patton Hart. It's a pleasure to meet you.” He greeted. Logan felt the familiar rush of blood rise to his cheeks, he swallowed the lump in his throat and returned the smile. “It's a pleasure to meet you as well Patton, I'm Logan Sanders.” He took Patton's pale hand into his own and gave it a short, firm shake.

“Would you join me for a dance?” Patton asked bashfully, his eyes meeting his shoes. “Of course, that would be swell.” Logan agreed and led Patton to the farthest corner of the room where not many people crowded them. He rested his hands on Patton's slim waist, Patton in return reached over to wrap his arms around Logan's neck. And then, as soon as the orchestra began, they swayed to the soft, slow music.

Patton looked up and met with Logan's eyes, he blushed and willed himself not to look away. Logan did the same, but he had more practice when it came to holding his calm composure. “It's quite late out, do you have a chauffeur with you?” Logan questioned with a raised brow, trying to start a light conversation. Patton giggled. “I don't need one, I'm old enough to take care of myself.” He explained. “You look no more than a youth of seventeen.” Logan retorted. “As do you, perhaps we're both liars.” Patton suggested.

“Liars? How so?” Logan asked. “Perhaps we aren't meant to be here, say we both snuck in, say we are agents of a secret organization. Say we aren't ourselves at all.” Patton hummed. “Say we both just enjoy the party.” Logan chuckled lightly. Patton pouted jokingly, but nevertheless continued his light sway with the music. “Why aren't you quite the charmer.” He mumbled sarcastically. “I'm not one to mingle.” Logan smiled.

As time passed Patton had began to change, his mood had shifted from one of calmness, to one of fear and sadness. Logan caught on quickly and gave him a concerned look. “Are you alright?” he asked worriedly, tilting his head slightly to the side.

Patton quickly nodded and held onto Logan tighter than before. “Would you believe me if I told you that this is no party, it's a mere distraction, an illusion, they're trying to distract you Logan.” He whispered to him, fear eminent in his soft voice. Logan froze, still not yet understanding. “Are you feeling ill?” he questioned. Perhaps he had too much to drink and it was finally taking a toll on the poor youth.

Patton whined and shook his head once more. “We must leave, please, while everyone is distracted.” He begged desperately. He stiffened when Roman passed by, a wide smile was spread across his face. Logan watched as he approached a younger man dresses in purple. “Virgil...” Patton whispered. Logan returned his attention back to him, his eyes widened when he saw the nosebleed he had got. “Patton, you're nosebleeding.” He said and immediately took hold of his arms.

Patton looked up at him with glassy eyes. “This isn't...” He trailed off, Logan looked around and led him out into the empty hall, he took hold of his shoulders and gave him a small shake. “Be still, you will be alright.” He promised and pulled a handkerchief from his breast pocket. Patton stood there numbly, a blank expression on his face. Logan gently cupped his face with one hand as he dabbed away the blood.

His eyes glanced down at the shining ruby every now and then. Patton took notice of this and took hold of the hand that wiped away the blood from his nose. “Look at your pocket watch.” He demanded. Logan felt his blood run cold, how had he known about the pocket watch? Sure he had taken it out for a moment to check the time, but even so Patton was far away and distracted.

Logan pulled away from Patton's grip and took a small cautious step back. “I am no threat to you Logan. I mean no harm, nor am I mad. Please, you must listen.” Patton begged and took a step forward. There was a small gasp, both young men turned their attention over to where the gasp had came from.

With Roman, stood Virgil, wide-eyed and pale. Patton swallowed the lump in his throat and felt the familiar sting of tears behind his eyes. “Virgil.” He called to him. The teen snapped out of his shocked stupor and in an instant ran into the arms of Patton. “Pat!” he cried. Logan frowned. What was happening? He felt confused and disoriented. Roman held the same look, not fully understanding what was happening at the moment. When both young men parted Patton looked over Virgil and cupped his face in his hands. “Are you alright? Has anyone brought harm upon your person?” he questioned frantically and anxiously.

Virgil shook his head. “Ugh, what's with the way you speak? It's a little annoying.” He huffed. “Something isn't right, we're in Thomas' mind remember? But, not entirely...” Patton trailed off and settled his gaze upon Roman. “Roman.” He breathed.

“What have you done?”

Logan rose a brow. “Patton, perhaps you should calm yourself, you have been drinking.” He warned. “Enough Logan!” the room went silent. “You speak to me as if I were a child or a mad man! What if you're the mad one? Look around you, what reason have you here? You're not one to just attend any kind of get-together, even you know that.” He stated in a matter-of-fact tone. Logan felt his heart stutter to a stop.

He was right.

For what reason had he come here for?

Roman cleared his throat and pulled on a smile. “That's enough you two, take it outside will you?” he chuckled. Virgil frowned and glared at him. “Pat.” He tugged at Patton's arm. “His stupid cane. It's got a crown at the end.” He told him. He then lifted his hand, revealing a ring the shape of a storm cloud. “My ring has my symbol as well. And Logan..” He switched his gaze to Logan who froze beneath his glare. “Pocket watch, now.” He demanded icily.

The intellectual male did as he was told and pulled out his pocket watch. “It has nothing, look I can...” He gazed upon the cover of his watch. “Show you.” A symbol, the shape of a brain, was engraved upon the watch.

Everything came back to him all at once, nearly sending him to the floor.

Patton and Virgil rushed to his aid, the orchestra started up again as Roman walked away from the group, conversing with the people. Logan took a shaky breath. “Where are we?” he asked in a hushed tone. “The only place that can make up scenarios like these..” Virgil grumbled.

“The imagination.”