Fae
Spinning, colors blurring in front of my eyes. Satins, silks, velvets, and cottons in all the colors of the spectrum. Gold, silver, bronze, and jewels of all sizes and descriptions, adorn the bodies of the creatures around me.
Beatific are their smiles but their eyes are cold and predatory. Counting, calculating, as they watch each other. Woman draped seductively against the walls, information for intimacy is the currency that they exchange. Men trying to out do the others in their power games.
Money, sex, power, and wine, they flow and interchange in this crystalline kingdom of lies.
Fae, they are called. Beautiful, cold, graceful, deadly, seductive. Many words I can find to describe them but none can fully encompass a Fae, whether they are day or thousands of millennia old.
The brighter the colors the deadlier they are. Beautiful colors spinning around me, beautiful seduction, deadly in their splendor.
I giggle helplessly. "They are so foolish. Their lives are nothing." I whisper. "Nothing."
"You girl, come here!" I turn to look at the, raven haired, fae noble woman who called me.
"Yes, your' Ladyship?"
"Fetch me a glass of wine, now!"
"Of course, Your Ladyship." I say, curtsying low, mocking her. To the tables lining the edge of the ballroom I glide. Crimson liquid from a gold decanter into a crystal goblet I pour. "Something extra. For her wonderful manners." Whispers a voice in my head. A slow smile tucks itself into the corners of my mouth.
"Your' wine, Your' Ladyship." Her delicate hand wraps around the stem of the glass.
"Stupid git." She mutters. "Leave me, girl." She says to me.
Curtsying low I back away, still smiling. Turning away I make my way to one of the balconies at the sides. Behind me I hear her choking. The Fae around me laugh at her as clutches at her throat.
"Your' times will come. You are all deserving of this punishment." I whisper. Opening the double doors of the balcony wide I turn and lean against the rail, watching the Fae in the ballroom as they continue to dance. I smile wider as I fall backward over the balcony railing, my corporal body turning to dust as it is borne along by an unnatural air, to the one place I know... the Labyrinth.
The End
Alright, as someone has brought some things to my attention I feel that I need to clarify a few things.
1: This is a story that just popped into my head out of nowhere and would not stop bugging me until I put pencil to paper. I had no thoughts as to what I wanted it to encompass while I was writing it.
2: I have a bigger back story to this that I have yet to figure out, suffice it to say that there is a good reason for Sarah to be killing off the Fae and for her duplicity.
3: I don't swear so instead of the fae calling her a B**** I have to find other ways. Besides the Fae are quite refined and have quite the distain for humans so I feel that they would not use the common vulgar language that we do.
4: I'm sorry if you find this flat and unappealing but I amgoing to go back and fill this out later but at the moment I am working on a fully fledged, filled out, chapter story.
Also, thank you Frostfyre for reviewing even though it was less than glowing. I will take your comments and apply them to my writing.
~Cecelia