Faerie-ism~2

Hey wickedwonder here to review ,

Mihaela ran through the large apartment, trying to find anything#800080 ">It's not really just anything , but the antidotes.. Nate stared at Charlotte’s shut eyes, at her colorless face. Her dark hair fell messily around her face, over her pink lips. He pushed her hair back with a finger, almost with a tender touch.
“Hurry up, Mihaela. You have fifteen minutes,” he said under his breath, checking his pocket watch. As if he had summoned her, Mihaela came running into the room, her arms full of clear glass vials, each with a different colored liquid.
“Move.” Mihaela ordered. She shoved the vials into his arms and turned to Charlotte. She uncorked the first vial and gently opened Charlottes mouth, letting the lilac scented liquid fall down her throat.
“No.” Mihaela said, grabbing another vial from Nates hands. She popped it open, revealing a strong scent of sassafras#800080 ">Saying that word aloud is very fun!. She tipped it down Charlotte’s throat, and waited for her to show any type of reaction.
“Time?” Mihaela asked without removing her eyes from the bed.
“Ten minutes.” Nate said, handing her another vial. His eyes were glued to Charlottes face.
“Wait.” Mihaela said, but took the vial. Charlotte groaned and her lids fluttered, revealing bright green eyes. Mihaela smiled gently as the girl tried to produce a sound.
She realized that her throat was sore and she couldn’t make a sound. She also realized that her arms were bare, and she blushed. Mother would berate me at the immodesty. #800080 ">There shouldn't be a period here but a comma.She thought, before meeting Nate’s gray eyes. #800080 ">This makes me wonder what age the story takes place.
“Can you get her? Victoria will have our hides if we aren’t home by sun rise.” Charlotte noticed that the woman’s voice was thick with an unfamiliar accent that had sweet, comforting tones. Charlotte felt the panic rising in her chest. How was she supposed to know these people weren’t evil? How was she supposed to know they weren’t going to kill her off?
Nate scooped her into his arms, as effortlessly was an infant. Charlotte stared up with #800080 ">athim, and tried to summon her voice. No luck.
“Miss Tucker, my name is Nathaniel Malone. I swear on God’s name that I’m taking you to safety.” Nate whispered gently. Mihaela was already out of the room, and down the spiral staircase. Nate followed her, staring at Charlotte.
She felt physically sick-dizzy #800080 ">This doesn't sound to hot. Try using one or the other. You can always use the other in another sentence. and tired #800080 ">Better yet, take out the tired. Since she shuts her eyes and falls asleep that shows she was tired. . She shut her eyes and was asleep again.

Nate and Mihaela returned to Tutus Domus#800080 "> Random, but is that Latin?, the London safe house. The imperious mansion stood at the edge of London, like a queen watching over her subjects. Mihaela pushed open the iron-wrought gates and stormed up the cement steps. She rapped on the doors, Nate arriving beside her. Mihaela looked at the sleeping girl in his arms. She smiled a sweet, motherly smile.
“She looks like a kitten.” She said. Nate smirked.
“How would you know? You’ve never had a cat. Your mother is allergic,” He said and the door opened. Mihaela turned back to the doors, ignoring Nate. #800080 "> I like their playfulness.
“Come in, hurry.” Her British accent was strong, the woman herself was in her mid forties, short and thin. She wore, like Mihaela, a black dress that accented her #800080 "> Accented her what??
This was Victoria Malone. She looked at the girl in her sons’ arms.
“Take her to the spare room.” she ordered, “the one next to Mihaela’s. Mihaela, stay with her.” Victoria crossed her arms.
“Yes, mother.” Nate said and rushed up the stairs and into a bedroom #800080 ">Maybe you should describe the house as he walked to the room.. He laid her in the bed as Mihaela stared at Victoria.#800080 "> Wait, did they follow, beccause that's what it sounded like.
“Are you sure she’s the one?” Mihaela asked. Concern covered her tones. She couldn’t imagine what would happen if Charlotte wasn’t the right girl.
“Oh, Mihaela,” Victoria said, “have I ever been wrong?” Mihaela knew the answer was yes, but she kept quiet. #800080 ">Hah, that's not a good sign.

Overall:
Another wonderful chapter. I hope you follow my corrections. The characters are going along nicley. Maybe you should work on your description at certain points. At times you have none, but at other times things are desribed very nicely. My only other concern is that you split this up into two paragraphs it seemed. Add space between the dialouge and such, it makes it easier to read. Great job.
-Imaginemymind, Please PM me when the next chapter is up (: