Blair has survived in a Reality with Witches, Vampires, and Werewolves – So surviving in a Reality with Elves, Orcs, Fairies, and Brights should be easy…right?
Welcome to Los Angeles! The city of…Orcs, Elves, Werewolves, humans of course, and pesky Fairies among other things. Fairy tales, myths, and legends are history – prophecy. When Blair entered this Reality she thought it was like some weird acid trip but it eventually became her home…even if she wasn't accepted amongst her own kind. Werewolves are a stickler for Pure Bloods only being allowed in the Pack. And, well, since Blair's Alter is a human half-breed they shun her because she can't turn into a Wolf. She's done pretty well navigating around the Pack to stay out of trouble, and alive for that matter, but that's not going to last forever. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. Here comes the story…
Blair has the enhanced speed, strength, senses, etc of a Wolf but doesn't seem to have an actual Wolf form to change into. Because of this, the Pack has shunned her and labelled her the Lone Half-Breed. The first couple weeks after being sent to this Reality by Bonnie's spell were confusing and hard to navigate but the more the memories came, it was easier for her to adapt. Blair knew the Spell sent her there for a reason but hasn't found it yet, so she uses her enhanced attributes to make a living. Blair likes to consider herself a Private Investigator, but really she spies on criminals and sells the info to Human police officer Daryl Ward and his Orc partner Nick Jakoby. So her P.I. title is really more along the lines of a C.I., but hey, whatever works.
Blair hadn't been able to sell some info for awhile because Ward got shot and Jakoby was afraid to meet with her alone. He'd never admitted it to her, but she could smell his discomfort that bordered on fear. He was probably worried about Orc retaliation for even speaking to her because the Orcs were allied strongly with the Werewolves. That was her guess anyway, even though Jakoby wasn't Blooded – the Orc equivalent of being in the Pack.
Well, Ward was back on the job so Blair gathered up her intel. Whether or not he was going to buy it all was to be determined, but hey, she was willing to take what she could get. Blair shoved the folders into her messenger bag, checked her gun to make sure it was all set and slipped it into the back of her belt, then put her camera in her bag as well.
After making sure her gun was covered, she pulled the hood to her coat over her head and left her apartment - If one could even call it that. Blair was living in a condemned apartment building where a lot of teenagers hung out to get stoned or homeless ones to crash. They all knew better than to mess with Blair – a lesson that was learned the last time they tried to go through her stuff.
Blair walked down the rickety staircase and grumbled a bit when a Fairy flew right in her face. "Dammit, Carl! If you let this thing out of its cage again I will kill it!" Fairies in this Reality were nothing like Tinkerbell. They're creepy-looking, annoying as hell, little pesty monsters.
A homeless teenager, Carl, darted up the stairs with a butterfly net. "It picked the lock, I swear!"
"Whatever, just deal with it." Blair called out to Carl as it chased his pet Fairy upstairs, "If it shits in my shoes again you're cleaning them!" She rolled her eyes with a heavy sigh and continued downstairs.
Blair almost made it out the door when another homeless teen, Sofie, came rushing over to her. "Spit it out, Sofie." Blair could tell the young girl was anxious about asking her something.
Sofie grinned innocently. "Can I please have five dollars?"
"I don't have five dollars to give," Blair answered honestly, but went into her pockets anyway. "I have a buck and a stick of chewing gum. And a rewards card to Starbucks. Look at that, you get a free coffee."
"I'll take it!" Sofie accepted the money and card, even the gum, and grinned. "Thanks!"
Blair didn't need to ask what Sofie wanted the money for, she could tell the girl was hungry. Hell, they all were. Hopefully Ward would pay good for her info because not only was she hungry herself, but she felt a responsibility for the homeless kids that stayed in the building and they needed to eat, too. "Yo, Mattie!"
Matt was the oldest of the homeless kids, being seventeen, and was kinda like Blair's second in command when it came to keeping everyone safe and out of trouble. It didn't hurt that he was her Matt's Alter, but of course never mentioned that, especially since magic was outlawed. When he heard his name called, he went to the front door where Blair stood. "Some jackass swiped a few of the blankets last night. New kid, hasn't been back since." Matt moved some of his blonde hair out of his eyes.
"I'll sniff them out later," Blair answered nonchalantly. "I've got to take care of some things. Make sure Carl captures that freaking Fairy. You'll hold down the fort?"
Matt jokingly stood at attention and saluted her. "Yes, Ma'am."
Blair rolled her eyes at that. "You're lucky you're not in the Armed Forces – they'd make you cut your hair." She laughed when Matt gasped in horror and went out the door, groaning in annoyance when the doorknob fell off again.
Blair got the call through to Ward and was told where to meet that night. She stood outside the closed down convenience store and waited for them. Finally, Jakoby pulled the police cruiser up to her with Ward in the passenger seat. To mess with Jakoby a bit, she leaned in his rolled down window and grinned. "Hey there, handsome. Your ears are exceptionally pointy this evening. Are you happy to see me?"
When Jakoby started stammering incoherently, Ward cut through. "What have you got?"
Blair pulled out the files that were filled with pictures, dates, times, etc and handed them across to Ward. "The Drifters are smuggling in shit again. I could have brought it to Narcotics, but you pay better. That's everything they've been doing since you've been on vacation."
Jakoby spoke up at that moment to correct her. "He wasn't on vacation. He was shot. He needed to heal."
Blair just looked at him blankly and blinked a few times. "I know that, Nick. I was being – nevermind." She turned her attention back to Ward. "That's gotta be worth a few hundred bucks, right?"
"Fifty," Ward countered as he looked at the pictures.
"Are you kidding me? I put my neck out on the line to get those photos and you only offer me fifty bucks? Maybe I will bring it to Narcotics." Blair reached across again but Ward pulled them from her reach.
Ward thought for a moment. "A hundred."
"Three hundred," Blair counter offered. "I got kids to feed, ya know."
"Two hundred and I won't report where those kids you feed happen to live." That was Ward's final offer.
Blair was willing to take that, especially since it was more than she thought she'd get. "Deal. And can I get a ride? You really pulled me out of the way with this meeting spot."
Ward sighed in frustration. "Fine. But don't mess it up back there. We already had some wack-job vomit back there."
Blair had just finished getting into the back of the cruiser when he said that to her. Her nose scrunched up a bit at the residual smell. "Oh, I know. I can tell."
"I cleaned it," Jakoby said a bit defensively.
"Wolves have better senses of smell than Orcs do – even half-breed ones like me." Blair was about to tell them exactly where she needed to go, but was interrupted when a call came in on the radio. She stayed quiet while Ward answered back that they were in route. "So I'm guessing I'm not getting dropped off first?"
"You guessed right," Ward answered as he put the files in a safe place before slipping the money through the grate for Blair.
Blair accepted the cash and grinned. "Don't worry, I'll behave. Unless Nick here gives me one of his debonair smiles. If that happens, all bets are off."
Nick shifted uncomfortably in his seat and adjusted his grip on the steering wheel.
"Alright, alright, I'll stop," she laughed and counted the money to make sure it was all there. Blair looked out the window and noticed something. "Hey, since you're pretty much going in the direction I need to, how about dropping me off where your call is sending you?" She added in with an enticing sing-songy tone, "Two Fairies, one stone."
"Sounds like a plan. The sooner you get out of this car the better." Ward had nothing against Blair, not really. She was one hell of a C.I. but annoyed the shit out of him. Blair had a knack for finding the best – or worst – possible ways of getting under people's skin. He'd swear it was like her superpower – on top of the ones she already had of course. This was proven ten times over when Blair leaned forward and asked, "So, Ward, how did you end up getting your ass shot?"
Ward rubbed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, regretting like hell that he agreed to give her a ride.
End Part 1