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The Dark Fae

Chapter 3

Hunting Parties

From Chapter 2

"Where the hell did they go?'" Bob whispered. "I have no idea." Jake whispered back. "And I don't know what they were any more than I know what kind of a monster we're hunting. I think we need help."

"Where are we going to get help with this?"

"Let's get back to the truck first." Jake responded. "When we get back to the motel and settle down a bit; we need to compare notes on what we think we saw and then I vote for calling Bobby Singer. Bobby will figure it out and let us know what to do."

Bob agreed. "Let's get out of here before we get ridden down." He matched speed to his words as he swung out of the hide and took off for their truck.

Chapter 3

Bobby Singer picked up the Salvage Yard line when it rang. "Singer Salvage," he answered. "How can we help?"

"Bobby," an older man's voice replied. "This is Bob Garnet. Me and my brother Jake are out in the Black Hills and we've got a real mystery on our hands. We need some help."

"OK, Bob. You've called in on the business line. I'm going to give you my cell number. Call me back on that and I'll do what I can for you." Bobby gave Bob Garnet a different number and hung up. If they had a real mystery Bobby wanted to be at his desk in the library for the call. Bob and Jake were long time hunters. Singer knew they wouldn't be calling in for anything common.

A few minutes later the cell rang and Bobby set it up on his desk with the speaker on. "OK, boys, what do you have? I've got you on the speaker so don't whisper."

"I've got ours set up too so that both me and Jake can tell you our story." Bob Garnet replied. "Just so we're clear I'm calling you Singer, I'm Bob and Jake is just plain old Jake, nothing special." Bobby could hear the brothers laughing. The Garnets were good guys and devoted to each other. They'd been hunting together just as long as Bobby could remember and he considered them friends.

"OK, boys." Bobby settled into his office chair and grabbed a notebook. "What'd ya got?"

"People have been disappearing out of Black Hills camp grounds." Bob started out. "What attracted us at first was how completely they disappeared. No tracks, no signs of violence, no sound, and no bodies. Just there one minute and gone the next. To tell the truth we expected to find a Wendigo at the bottom of it all but the more we talked to witnesses the less it seemed to fit."

"What didn't fit exactly?" Bobby asked.

"For one thing "Jake spoke up. "They were disappearing from camp grounds with other campers nearby and still no one heard anything. It was happening in daylight and nothing seemed to be disturbed. You know how a Wendigo seems to always tear up the tents and stuff when it's after prey? This was more like a sneak attack. Whatever it was went after a target and pulled the victims out neat and quick."

Bobby ran his hand through his hair and resettled his hat. "I got to admit you're right about that. It doesn't sound like a normal Wendigo raid."

Bob got back on the phone. "We asked around and some people thought they had seen a monster. Either a monster or some deformed guy. They all agreed that whatever it was it had a real big, round head, like a cartoon almost. The head was big but the body was almost like a stick figure, scrawny and thin. Not all the witnesses saw the whole thing but every one of them agreed about the weird head."

"We took all the sightings and plotted them on a Geological survey map and the plot lines converged on a valley not too far from the camp grounds. So we set up a hide on the side of the pass and waited. We waited for three days and nights. We slept out there in turns."

Bobby became impatient. "Are we done with the foreplay yet? What did you see?"

Bob, with occasional interruptions from Jake, described the monster skittering over the valley floor with its spider like limbs and round ball of a head. He talked of the high creep factor in the way that it moved and how it climbed over things that got in its path instead of going around them. It had been like watching a tarantula take a stroll but this particular spider was the size of a man.

Jake finally broke in. There was more, he said. Whatever the monster was it was being chased and it knew it. Two riders appeared from right out of a smooth rock face. The monster knew they were coming and it ran. The Riders appeared at a full run as if they had been galloping through a tunnel and out into the light of day. The tunnel was there for a moment then disappeared with a burst of eerie blue light, leaving the riders behind in the desert.

"Really?" Bobby asked. "They appeared directly out of a sheer rock face? There was no existing tunnel they could have come through?"

"I'm afraid I screwed up, Singer." Bob said. "I stood up with the glasses trying to get a cleared look at them and one of them saw me. The next second they were as gone as the monster."

"After they disappeared we hiked down to the valley floor to see if we could find anything." Bob continued the story. "First there was definitely no tunnel. That rock face was as smooth and as flat as El Capitan. Secondly, whatever the hell they were riding they weren't horses. The tracks the creatures left weren't horses' hoof prints. They looked more like giant goat prints. The creatures had cloven hooves."

Bobby pulled away and stared at his cell phone like he could see Bob's face. "You're right, Bob, Jake. Whatever you've found out there certainly is new. I have an idea what your monster with the round head might be. Right now my best guess is a Goblin. He would be the reason your people are missing."

"A Goblin, Singer?" Bob sounded shocked. "I never have heard of a Goblin in these hills. As a matter of fact I haven't ever heard of a Goblin being a real thing. I thought they were only in fairy tales."

"If we're chasing a Goblin, what the hell are the Riders that are chasing it then?" Jake put in his two cents.

"Alright," Singer barked. "Put a sock in it. I need a little more time to be absolutely sure and I need to do a little research on how you put a Goblin down. Do you two idjits think you can find where it's hiding? I'm pretty sure if you hunt the Goblin the Riders will find you. I'm going to need a better description of the Riders to figure this out."

Bob Garnet picked up the tale. "The horse things they were riding were amazing. They had tall thin horse legs and those long coffin shaped heads like you see on Arabians. One of them was as black as it is possible as a living creature to be. The mane and tail were more rigid than you would see on a horse and its eyes were bright slits of color that could be seen from a distance. The black one had real bright green eyes the color of ocean glass. The other creature was palomino colored with a gold body and creamy white mane and tail. Its eyes were so blue it was like looking through its head up into the sky.

"You got close enough to these Riders to be able to see the mounts' eyes?" Bobby questioned.

"No, we didn't get that lucky." Bob Garnet explained. "We could see them through the glasses and only because the eyes seemed to glow. It was like looking into the inside of a furnace. You could see the fires even if the colors were green and glue. Those animals were on fire inside."

"Whoa," Bobby responded "Getting all kind of poetic there, Bob. OK, let's leave the animals for a minute. What about the riders? What did they look like?"

"They were both good sized men; solid looking but something non-human about them. It's hard to put your finger on exactly. They were both wearing boots and gloves but their clothes weren't real clothes. They were wrapped in strips of material that fluttered out behind them. One was blonde with a lot of tight braids and the other was dark with hair pushed up into one of those Mohawk things. But his head wasn't shaved that way. The hair was pushed up into this fountain like thing and it hung down in back covering his neck. They were pale but not sickly pale. It was more a natural skin color."

"Is any of this helping, Bobby?" Jake asked. "What do you want us to do?"

Singer replied. "I've think I might have an idea about what you saw but I need to take a look at the lore before I open my mouth. I want you two to track and find the Goblin. Also I have an idea about how to trap these things. I'm pretty sure you can shoot the Goblin without a problem although for all our sakes it might be better to try and catch it."

"Ask around for an empty structure somewhere near the valley. Look for an old barn or bunkhouse or abandoned ranch house. You'll need something with four solid walls and a big entrance. A barn would be best. You're also going to need a hunch of iron bars. Maybe rebar would turn the trick. Raw iron in bars is almost impossible to find but any building supply would have rebar. Look into that." Bobby paused.

"Look, I've got Henry Cassidy staying with me right now. He's a good Hunter and this job is going to be too big for just the two of you. I'll talk to Henry and maybe we'll start driving for Rapid City in the morning. Just remember, if you have to shoot the Goblin but, I 'm warning you, don't try to shoot those Riders. If I confirm my suspicions, you don't want those guys mad at you. They'll rip that end of the State off looking for payback."

Bob and Jake were silent for a moment after Bobby stopped talking. "Ok, Bobby," Bob Garnet finally replied. "If you're sure. We won't try to kill the Goblin unless it means saving somebody's life. The same thing goes for the Riders. We're not going to stand around with our thumbs up our asses if these things attack innocent bystanders."

"Hopefully it won't come to that," Bobby said. "The Goblin's a monster and you might have to stop it. The Riders though, they know what they're doing. Just try to stay low until I and Henry get out there tomorrow evening."

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The next evening the Hunters gathered in a motel off Route 90 half way between Rapid City and Spearfish. Bobby laid out his plan. They were going to haul a load of rebar out to an abandoned barn the Garnet brothers had located and then they were going to spend all of the next day lining the interior walls with a rebar cage. In the center of the barn they were going to build a smaller cage. Bobby's plan was to build a cage inside a cage. He was sure that there was enough iron in the rebar to immobilize their Supernatural visitors.

After considering the work to be done and their supply of man-power Bob and Jake decided that a couple of more warm bodies were going to be needed to get the job done in a single day. In addition to the cage building, some recon still would have to be done to make sure that their targets didn't wander off down their magic tunnel again.

Bob and Jake had located the Goblin hiding in an old mine shaft in the hills. They wanted to keep a close watch on the ungainly monster. They had not seen the Riders again but Bobby assured them if they could get the Goblin to break cover and be driven toward the barn the Riders would show up and try to take the Goblin away.

Bobby laid a couple of old books out on the table. "I think I know what we've got here, now." He said and opened one of the books to a brightly colored illustration. "Did the Riders look anything like this?" He pushed the book at the Garnet brothers.

"Well, Bobby," Bob considered as Jake stared. "Pretty close. Our Riders were a lot more real and dangerous looking than the pretty things in this picture. What are we talking about here?"

"Looks like you've come across a couple of Fae Hunters." Bobby said slowly. "Very rare. Pretty much unheard of since the middle ages but they fit the description and I don't know of anything else that would. I want to catch them and talk to them. We need to convince them that we mean them no harm and encourage them to go back to their own world. We don't want more of these guys coming through to hunt for these two. Trust me, their fellow Riders will come looking for them. We got to be careful here."

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Out in the Black Hills two Fae Riders were setting up camp under the stars. They had found a shallow cave beside a small stream and set up a fire to roast a rabbit they had run down. The rabbit, more of Ólafr's herder's bread and some wild herbs gathered by Volundr made for a pretty good dinner. The Riders were enjoying their visit to the Human Realm.

They had put their Hunt aside for a day and ridden out to take a look at a Human town. The town of Spearfish was small but to the Fae it was full of wonders. Volundr in particular, being of a studious turn of mind would have loved to walk those Human streets and perhaps found some Human books. Ólafr, the more practical one had pointed out all the obvious difficulties. They were hardly dressed for the Human world. Strategically placed streamers were not going to work in Spearfish. They also couldn't ride mounts breathing smoke down the middle of the humans' streets.

Volundr listened to his new partner and agreed. They had spent the day seeing as much as they could without exposing themselves and then retreated back into the hills.

Now they had let their mounts go look for forage and minerals while they filled their stomachs on rabbit meat. Afterwards they lay down on their saddle blankets and watched the stars spin overhead.

The Elf, being an Elf, of course, turned his mind toward pleasure. He was fed, relaxed and comfortable. The way of his kind was to take pleasure where they found it. He began to study Ólafr.

The mixed race Fae was very pretty. His soft lips begged for kisses and his sweet face was very attractive. Without even thinking about it Volundr rolled on his side to get closer to his new partner and began to trace Ólafr's lips with a long gentle finger. Elves were very sensuous beings and appreciated beauty whatever the form.

"What are you doing, Elf?" Ólafr murmured.

"Don't play the fool, Ólafr," the Elf responded with a lazy smile. "You know exactly what I want. The question is if you are ready to give it to me?"

The Elf leaned in and licked a stripe over the Fae's lips. "You are half Elf, Ólafr. Don't deny what you feel."

With that the larger Elf began to run his hands all over the Fae's body. There was a sense of ownership in the way he handled Olafi's flesh. Volundr pulled the half Fae's hands up and over his head. Ólafr lay still and allowed himself to relax into the gentle caress of a lover's hands. Gradually everything he was wearing was stripped off and he was naked under the moon. The Elf began an inventory of the flesh laid out before him. He kissed and tasted every nearby patch of exposed skin while the Fae submitted to the larger Elf's demands.

Under the moonlight the Elf and Fae twisted together, gleaming light reflecting off sweat dampened skin. Volundr rolled over on top of the Fae and pushed Ólafr legs apart with an impatient knee.

"I don't remember volunteering my body for your pleasure, Elf." Ólafr grumbled. Volundr silenced him with a kiss and the Elf sent his bands to explore all the hidden places of the Fae's sweet flesh. The Elf released Ólafr's lips and began a journey of exploration with his well-schooled tongue.

Tracing down the center of the Fae's chest it was the smallest twist of his head to capture a nipple between his teeth. He clamped on lightly and tickled the nub with his tongue. In the meantime a long finger hand was pinching and pulling the other dusky nipple, encouraging it to stand and wait for its turn at Volundr's mouth.

That same hand traveled south and wrapped around Ólafr's swollen dick. The Fae arch his back in a rush of sensation and lightly fought against the Elf's restraining hand wrapped around his wrists. The heavier Elf held Ólafr down, denying movement and demanding obedience.

Ólafr stopped fighting and let his knees drop open, offering his body to Volundr. When the Elf's finger breached his opening Ólafr only moaned and watched the stars moving overhead as the Elf plundered his flesh.

When finally the Elf lifted his hips and penetrated him Ólafr submitted. He closed his eyes so that he could focus on the ripples of pleasure driving him higher and higher as the Elf pounded his orgasm out of him. When he felt Volundr's warm seed flooding him he released his own seed between their bodies.

Afterwards they lay twined together, a blanket thrown over their naked bodies to hide them from the evening chill. Ólafr lay his head on the Elf's strong chest, content, and they slept the rest of the night away.