As soon as Sabin stood from his chair and raised his shirt, Fiona started to panic.
They have been known to rape unsuspecting women. Her grandmother's voice rang through her head.
"This," Sabin said pointing to a beautiful butterfly tattoo on his hip just above his groin, "is what we want the pattern to be."
As Fiona looked the design over, she started to understand why he seemed so interested in the other butterflies she had made. Absently, she reached out to touch it, only to find herself and retract her hand. "You want that exactly?" Fiona managed to get out in a calm and even tone.
"Actually, if you would like to embellish it, I doubt the others would mind."
"Alright," Fiona nodded, still entranced by the butterfly. "Just," she said as she stood up and headed to a wall filled with papers, "don't move."
Grabbing a sheet of tracing paper and a soft pencil, she made her way back to Sabin, who hadn't moved. Kneeling down she placed the paper against his skin and proceeded to outline the oddly positioned tattoo. His skin was warm under her hand. And very, very taught. Are all the Lords built like him? She found herself wondering. "How did you come to acquire this?" Fiona asked after getting most of it on the paper.
Sabin let out a sigh. "First, I need to know something."
"Sure," Fiona immediately supplied with a shrug.
"Have you or are you working for Hunters?" Sabin asked looking down at her demanding nothing but the truth from her.
"The men who stole my sister?" Fiona growled up at Sabin with hatred in her eyes as her knuckles went white from gripping the pencil to the point of breaking.
"Yes," Sabin nodded.
"I would rather kill them then work for or with them," Fiona growled as she went back to tracing, much harder this time.
"Ouch," Sabin said moving away from the angry fairy as she accidently ripped through the thin sheet of paper and into him.
"Sorry," Fiona half shouted as she removed her hands from him. "I'm really sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. Are you okay? I'm so sorry."
"It's fine," Sabin said shaking his head. "It's just a little nick. Don't worry about it."
"I'm sorry," Fiona said sadly as she stood up. "I, have most of it done. I'll just, fill in the rest," she said as she moved back to her side of the desk.
"It's the mark of our curse," Sabin said after he lowered his shirt back onto his body and sat in his chair.
"Huh?" Fiona asked absently still working on her new design shifting the paper this way and that.
"You asked how I got the mark. It's the symbol of a Dark Lord," Sabin said propping his arm on the desk to cradle his head in his palm.
"Oh, right." She had asked that hadn't she? "Why a butterfly?" She asked looking up at Sabin.
Sabin shrugged. "The gods wanted to demasculinize us, I would assume."
Fiona smiled as she went back to solidifying the lines she had made. "For a warrior I would think that too. But we have male fairies that pride themselves on what they are."
"Yes, but they were born fairies. We were born warriors," Sabin said as he watched Fiona work her magic over the lines she made.
"True. But again, some of our best …" Fiona paused as she lifted her head and tapped the pencil on her lips. "Now that I think about it, none of them have butterflies on their banners. Their wings yes, but not the whole thing. Huh. Aw well," Fiona shrugged and went back to work. "So, do all of you have them in the same location?"
"No," Sabin said shaking his head.
"Can I ask," Fiona wondered lifting her gaze from her work to look at the man. "What demon possesses you?"
He might be lying to you. He might want to kill you and your family. He is a Lord of the Underworld, there is no telling why he's really here. Your designs bring pain and sorrow to those who use them. A voice whispered through Fiona's mind. Sucking in air, she tried not to cry.
"Doubt," Sabin said with a mischievous grin on his face.
"P-please tell me that was you," Fiona chocked through.
When Sabin nodded, some of the panic left Fiona. "Can all of you do that?" Fiona wanted to know, because if they could, she didn't know what she was going to do.
Sabin shook his head causing more of the panic to leave and disperse from Fiona.
"Do, do you mind if I ask how you were possessed?"
"I let my pride get the best of me," Sabin explained very vaguely as he shrugged. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure," Fiona nodded as she went back to work.
"How old are you?"
"Um," Fiona thought tilting her head as she continued to work. "Let's see, RI was two thousand years ago. I was in Scotland a thousand and a half before that. So, three thousand five hundred and forty three? Give or take a little. After the first thousand I stopped counting."
"How old is your sister?"
"Um, about a two thousand older than I am," Fiona said lifting her head to get a better view of the design. "We'll put this here, and this, here," she commented to herself.
"Why did Sarah think you and Umhala were old women when she first met you?"
"We glamoured our appearance," Fiona said, not catching that she was talking while her mind was on her work.
"Can all fairies do that?"
"Yes," Fiona nodded. "No, that's not right," she said reaching for an eraser to undo her mistake.
"How do you get the spiders to spin for you?"
"We s…," Fiona stopped mid stroke and glared up at Sabin. "You're a tricky one," she said pointing her pencil at him. "I'm not talking to you anymore."
Sabin's grin got wider at being caught. "Can you blame me for being curious?"
"No," Fiona said shaking her head. "Still not cool that you figured out how to pry info from me."
Sabin shrugged. "So, what are you adding to that?" he asked pointing to the design with his chin.
Fiona shrugged. "Warrior knots mostly. A few protection symbols. Also, some healing ones for kicks and giggles."
"Why 'kicks and giggles?'" Sabin asked raising a brow.
"Because you're immortal. So it's kind of funny," Fiona softly laughed. "So?" Fiona asked as she spun the paper around to let Sabin see her work. "What do you think?"
"It's," Sabin tried. "You sure you can weave this?" he asked.
"Can I weave that?" Fiona mocked. "I think you and Doubt need to have a conversation about how I know my trade, and if I say I can do it, I bloody well can," Fiona said gaining the back bone she thought she had lost.
Sabin grinned at the fairy and her new found spine in his presents.
"Now," Fiona said sitting straighter in her chair. "What color do you want the fabric and design in?"
"Black," Sabin said without thinking.
"You want the, pattern in black as well, or just overall?"
"Overall. You can do whatever color you want the pattern in. Just," Sabin said thinking better on that idea. "No pinks."
"Awwww," Fiona whined. "But, I think you would look cute in pink," she smiled so mischievously it caused a slight laugh from Sabin. "Here," Fiona said taking the paper back.
Reaching into a cup filled with colored pencils, she reached in and grabbed a black and a crimson red. Just as she was going to start coloring, she thought better of that action and walked back to the wall of paper and got another piece of transfer paper. Setting it on top, she began to color wildly at first then more intricately.
"How about that?" Fiona asked when she was done and slid the paper back to Sabin. The outsides of the paper, where the fabric would be, was colored black. The outline of the butterfly was visible in the crimson while it's hidden inner designs were also in black.
"It looks like it's been covered in blood," Sabin commented as he grinned at the thought. The design reminded him of spilling Hunter's blood. Lots and lots of it.
"Huh, I guess it kind of does," Fiona noted as she turned her head this way and that to see the image.
"So now that this is done, what else do you need?"
"Just everyone's measurements and the vials of blood," Fiona said making a mental check list.
"How long would it take you to get everything set and ready to go?" Sabin asked as his excitement started to make an upward climb.
"Considering I'm hungry and need fuel," Fiona said placing a hand on her stomach. "About an hour?"
Sabin nodded as he took out his phone and proceeded to type.
Okay, Capter Ten is done! Now I just need to get the rest of it out of my head for you. ^_^ Oh, PLEASE leave a comment if you like this so far. ^_^ The lack of communication is making me feel like a weirdo for writing this. *_*