Ten years. Ten very long years spent in the once stunning Irish countryside defending my home – hey, even the whole planet from those feckers. Ten years of hiding, if for once I could be even kinda honest with myself. Hell, I don't wanna die, who would? So instead of hanging around my well loved Dublin and risking facing my inevitable end, I escaped and showed the rest of those Shade feckers what Dani 'Mega' O'Malley was truly made of. I don't think there's a soul this side of Faery who doesn't know what a shade buster is anymore. Cause I'm A. Feckin A.
It sucks to be A alone. I still miss Mac, like an empty space in my chest. There's my Ma, the family I might have had, and Mac. All eating away at my heart like a dark disease, all leaving me with less power than I could have, and that says a lot. Ten years have given me more than a fantastic rack, although I definitely gained that too.
Perspective. Yep, suck it up O'Malley, you've matured. That's why I'm back, wheedling and whining and working my way back into the abbey. Maybe after 10 years all can be forgiven if I put myself out there and try to reconnect. To 'atone for my sins'. Heh, as if. I can never make up for how badly I screwed up the important things, the other stuff can go jump.
It's kinda weird being back at the abbey. Sitting here on my bed, the same one I had ten years ago, right at the end of the dorm. If I just move that lamp…yep, there's where I scratched 'Mega', once I'd decided on my very cool moniker, my superhero name. You know: "She moves faster than a speeding bullet, takes out Fae in a single swipe" and all that. Dude. I rocked then, and I rock more now. Wonder what Mac would think…Can't go there.
But I do anyway. Imagine if she could see me now. She once told me I'd be beautiful when I grew into myself. I don't know about 'beautiful', but I've got a rocking bod. Maybe even better than Mac herself, and she snagged Barrons...At least my hair isn't the same shade of 'here I am, come and get me' orange as when I was younger. Blegh. Somebody even told me it was a lovely auburn when I got back. Feckin A!
Not that there's much of anyone to appreciate it. Seems like whoever was left after the Unseelie swept through Dublin already hooked up years ago, in some kind of post war desperate frenzy. So that leaves little boys, a few old men – and me. SO not cool.
Stretching out on my single bed is like moving back in time, I swear. I can still feel that lump in the middle of the mattress, although of course it doesn't hit me in the same place anymore. The silvery moonlight slips across the covers on just the same angle, and bedtime is still a very lousy ten o'clock. God, I feel so young. Well, might as well go all the way and break out another 'not after light's out' protein bar. Nobody would dare to stop the Mega now, not after ten years and more kills than the whole abbey full of sidhe seers combined. No feckin way! Although I kinda wish they would. Then I wouldn't feel so alone.
That's the one thing I can never run from. How alone I am. I wonder what became of Dancer when I left. He was pretty cool, had the most awesome eyes. Mac would've loved him. I'm not lonely enough to miss some - I hope Ryo's disappeared off the face of the planet – maybe I could be really lucky and some seriously fecked Unseelie got him – the grey lady maybe? He'd have made a great meal.
Guess while I'm just stuck here playing nice and bored out of my feckin mind I'll stretch that 'magic muscle', that very cool sidhe seer instinct. Maybe I'll find something left in this very barren city. Oh, it's regained some of its former glory, yeah; there's some really nice gardens and some of the bars are hopping again, but I want action. I've been on the hunt for ten years, and it's damn hard to turn it off. I couldn't find a single anything when I got back. Well, if you don't count the hunters, which I don't. Cos they aren't worth the iron bullets. For some reason they went on there best behavior a few years back, offering their services to the cause. Yeah, right. I'd kick all there asses, if there wasn't a blanket ban on it. Hell, yeah. Mega takes down the hunters.
I feel nothing, nothing, nothing…hold on…what the feck? Here's me thinking there's nothing, and I hit the mother load…that's one heck of a dark patch.
Can anyone say challenge? This feels like a 'Mega O'Malley' job, 'cos this nuts too hard for anyone else to crack. I can tell. Maybe it's not so bad to be home. Not with a Fae like this waitin' for me to take out.