Chapter Nine: Close Encounters.
Appoline Delacour waited for some rather important guests. Some interesting rumors reached her over the past number of days from her contacts in the society she was in and she wanted to confirm those rumors.
There was a flash of blue light when the gateway opened. Fleur and Gabrielle entered the room at that moment and both Veela sisters stood in absolute awe. They recognized the amazing redhead woman as Rose Evans. The two twins who stepped on through the portal exchanged a smile with Gabrielle, who she returned with an extremely pretty smile.
The other people who showed up were something of a mystery. The dark haired girl with green eyes was the one of particular notice for Fleur. Fleur stared at her for a few seconds and looked at her for a few seconds, mentally going over something in her mind. Her mouth hung open when she waited.
Surely not, surely not, Fleur couldn't believe it. She shook her head, but the face was recognized from her dreams. Not just any dreams, but those dreams, the dreams she recalled that were connected to her maturity. There was a sunny looking dark haired girl, another blonde who was looking towards Fleur fairly curiously, and two dark haired girls. One looked to be in her early twenties and the other one looked to be in her late teens or something like that. Regardless, Fleur looked confused.
"Rose, it's wonderful to see you again," Appoline said. She took a few small strides over and wrapped her arms around the redhead with a hug. "And Amanda and Emily, the two of you have grown."
"Yeah, if Mandy eats much more, she'll be really big," Emily joked, and she got Gabrielle's eye who grinned.
"Ha, ha, very funny," Amanda said. She shook her head in response with a frown. Gabrielle caught the eye of Alia and Amanda realized what she was looking for. "Oh, that's our older sister, Alia, she was spending most of her life training to be some really cool warrior princess."
Appoline raised her eyebrow, but wisely didn't say anything in front of her daughters. Diana, Kara, Donna, and Alia were all glad that the Delacour woman knew a couple of things about discreption.
"It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Alia," Appoline said. She stepped over. "I knew your mother, but sadly not as well as I would have liked to. That's a pity, what happened, because she had a lot of potential."
That was not the first time Alia heard those words and her lips curled together with a frown. The sooner she was able to figure that out, the better things would be. And if she could bring her mother back, so much the better.
"This is a nifty house, Mrs. Delacour," Mary piped up.
"This is Kara, Donna, Diana, and Mary," Alia said helpfully, introducing them. She looked over at Gabrielle and Fleur. "And you must be Gabi and Fleur."
Fleur looked dumbstruck still. Gabi thought that it was an interesting change for her sister to keep her big fat mouth shut, so it went without saying that she was relishing the moment. "Yeah, I am….Fleur, don't be rude."
"I'm not, it's a pleasure to meet you…um, Alia," Fleur said. The visions in her dreams flashed in her mind and she could barely look Alia straight in the eyes.
'Okay, did I miss something?' Kara asked. It took her a few seconds to realize what was happening. She looked from Fleur to Alia and it dawned on her extremely slowly. 'Oh, I see.'
'Yes, Alia, you've caused a Veela to grow numbstruck,' Donna thought. She mentally corrected herself. 'Well a quarter-Veela. You remember what Aphrodite said, they could be extremely powerful creatures, you know.'
'Yes, I'm aware of that fact, thank you,' Alia said.
"You must be extremely powerful," Fleur said when she looked at her. "You….you're her…aren't you?"
"I'm who?" Alia asked.
Fleur dropped her voice to her. "You're the Chosen One, the Girl-Who-Lived…"
"Please, refrain from calling me those names ever again," Alia said. She pretty much lost respect. "Alexandra Audrey Potter is dead."
"Yes, you were reborn….you died when you were brought to the island, so obviously you are Princess Alia of….Themsicyricia," Fleur said. She wished for her stupid maturity to kick in so she would stop being so short. "You're the warrior princess…a member of the royal family. The Veela have a shrine to the legend of the Amazons."
"They do?" Alia asked.
"Yes, they….well they do," Fleur said. She babbled and looked very embarrassed with herself. She shook her head. "I mean, I could take you there sometime to worship…show you where they worship you….if you want me to….I will do it…but only if you want me to."
That caused Gabrielle, Amanda, and Emily to break out into giggle fits and Donna looked at her. "Ah, such an amusing little girl, isn't she, Alia?"
"I'm not a leetle girl!" Fleur snapped, her French accent becoming rather prominent when she spoke. "I'm almost twelve years old and I'm going to hit my maturity soon."
"Yeah, at least in the next six years," Gabrielle piped in happily.
"If my oldest daughter ever gets over being tongue tied, she can join us on the tour," Appoline said. She could see her daughter look absolutely mortified with what was happening.
Alia could see that she was tense. Perhaps she could do something that would ease up that tension. Donna turned to Alia with a wicked grin.
Diana gave her sister a warning gaze as if not warn Donna not to encourage Alia. Donna shrugged her shoulders as if to ask "I don't know what you're talking about."
Alia and Kara locked eyes and ducked their heads to avoid laughing. The two of them decided to join on the grand tour of Delacour manor to see what the house had to offer.
This would prove to be a fruitful evening, one way or another, she had a feeling.
It was much later that night, and Fleur was really mortified by the fact she embarrassed herself. It wasn't necessary the fact she embarrassed herself that messed with her mind, but she did it in front of a goddess. Her aunt was the queen of the Veelas for God's sake. Fleur was practically royalty herself through blood. Surely, she could allow herself a bit more dignity than that.
That was something that would not be out of Fleur's mind any time soon. The woman shook her head when she sat down on the ground, her legs crossed. She decided that to keep her mind off of things more than anything else, she would try and do something that had eluded her so long.
Fire manipulation was a skill many Veelas had. Fleur thought that her partial Veela blood had been a blessing and a curse. She had been able to perform different forms of magic beyond what her cousins did, but there were some skills she knew that she had.
Providing, naturally, she could perform it. Her hand manipulated the fire, for a few seconds. The fire shot into the room and set the curtains on fire.
Fleur ambled to put it out. Thankfully, she was able to utilize a good water spell to put out the fire. If she didn't know that particular spell, she would be in a lot of trouble to be honest.
She shook her head. Fleur hated the fact her pureblooded Veela cousins made everything look so seamless.
The frustration she was feeling by her slow and crawling maturity made it even harder to concentration with manipulating the fires. Her expression grew increasingly sour when she waved her hand.
Fleur once again tried to manipulate the fire. When a Veela got pissed off, they could hurl fireballs in an erratic manner. That was not what Fleur was trying to do.
She was attempting to utilize the more elegant aspects of fire crafting. She was attempting to morph the fire into different shapes. It started to rattle. She was pretty sure that she almost had a dragon.
Then the fire shot off to the side and caused the curtains to catch on fire again. It never hit any part of the room other than those curtains. It was almost like the curtains magnetized themselves for that fire.
Fleur looked flustered in more ways than one. She was breathing in and out extremely heavily. Before she could properly put out the fire, someone pulled the fire away from the curtains.
She turned around and saw Alia holding her rogue fire in the palm of her hand. She didn't show any signs of being hurt. Slowly, she extinguished the flames.
Alia stepped over, closing the gap between the two of them as she entered the room. A smile crossed her face when she approached Fleur.
"It seems to me that you might need a little bit of help," Alia commented lightly when she looked Fleur right in the eye.
Fleur snorted in response. She might need a little bit of help. That was an understatement to end all understatements if that was sure.
She realized that she was in front of a demi-goddess and tried to make herself look respectful.
"Just trying….." Fleur said. "Just trying to keep things under control. I've got a lot on my mind, with everything that's been going on."
"Indeed," Alia answered. She stepped over so she was pretty much locking eyes with Fleur. "I can tell."
The blush rose on Fleur's cheeks and she shook her head. "That's not what I was talking about, really."
"I know that's not what you were talking about," Alia said. "But, you do need some help with controlling your fire and maybe I can help you."
Fleur cursed her incoming maturity. It was becoming extremely hard to concentrate. Did she say that before? She couldn't recall, but that was the truth. Never the less, she got to her feet, shaking her head.
"Show me," Fleur said in a breathless tone of voice. She situated herself where Alia was behind her, getting her ready.
"Yes, I'll show you," Alia confirmed. She stood behind Fleur, ready to go. "It's all about the technique, you know."
Fleur knew and she watched Alia step in front of her. She walked with such elegance, such poise, like nothing could bother her.
It was for the first time that Fleur realized that she perceived Alia like others might have perceived her in this situation. She chuckled at the irony, and rose up, frowning when she spotted Alia.
"Just copy what I do, and things will go fine," Alia said. She rose her hand and green fire emitted from it. Multi colored fire emitted from her hand next, with a combination of reds, blues, and purples.
Fleur watched it in surprise. To manipulate fire was a skill, to manipulate multiple varieties of fire at once, that was something else different.
Her eyes followed what Alia did, with awe etched in her eyes. She didn't know how to react.
Alia caught Fleur's awed look. "It looks easier than it really is."
"That much is obvious," she commented in her usual haughty voice. Alia got behind her, pressing her body. Fleur let in a deep breath and cursed her stupid slow Veela maturity when she felt Alia's breasts press against her back like that. "It's all about focus, and it's all about technique. You need to focus on what you need to do and accomplish it within the realm of your mind."
Fleur nodded. She honestly hoped that would work. Her breathing rose when she held her hands up.
Fire emitted from her hands and they launched across the room. It bounced off and nailed Alia full on.
Needless to say, Fleur screamed in horror when her potential mate was apparently set on fire before her very eyes. Alia stood there, the flames surrounding her. She smiled when she spread her arms and the flames faded from her.
"And your aim is important, you need to work on your aim," Alia said. "You should get some rest as well, and do this when your mind is less muddled."
Fleur nodded in agreement. It was at this point where Kara stepped into the room.
"I'm just on my way, my lady," Fleur said. She paid her respects to her future mate's Alpha and strode out of the room.
Kara turned towards Alia and it was potentially lucky that Fleur didn't hear the next few words coming from Kara's mouth. "So, are you trying to spark her maturation?"
There were some things that never changed and that was Alia hitting the ground during a sparring session with Diana. Alia got to her feet, trying to use Diana's height against her, but Diana pressed her down, forcing her on her knees.
"One of these days, I'm going to beat you," Alia said. She tried to sweep Diana's legs out from underneath her, only that didn't go as well as she planned. "I swear, one of these days, I'll be on that short list."
Alia was taken down on the ground and Diana was on top of her. She breathed heavily when Diana pressed on top of her, forcing her down to the ground.
"I hope that you do go on that short list of people that can beat me," Diana murmured. She continued to work Alia over on the ground. "That would be great…..I need the competition. Isn't it competition that makes life worth living or something like that?"
"Yes, something like that," Alia confirmed. She pushed her way out of Diana's grip with a frown on her face.
She spun around and nailed Diana hard with a glancing shot. The two of them exchanged punches and kicks.
"So, how did you get along with Fleur?" Diana asked. She pushed Alia into a half nelson, but Alia slipped out of her grip.
"She's doing well, I think that it will be a couple of days before she's ready," Alia said. "It's amazing to have that sort of power….and the fact her cousins and her people worship me….well us….."
"I'm sure it's technically you, more than anything," Diana said. She grabbed Alia and pinned her down on the ground.
Alia almost turned Diana over. She grunted underneath her, and struggled. The only way she got up to her feet, was Diana easing up on her. She grinned when she looked at her.
"You need to work a bit more on your technique," Diana informed her.
"Yeah, well you need to stop being so perfect," Alia fired back. Diana looked taken aback by that.
"Yeah, the fact my mother has knocked me on my ass disagrees with you on that," Diana said. She could see Alia make one more move to take her out. "You're getting better in finding openings."
"Good to see that you've noticed," Alia said. "But you're still too good at closing them, until I slip through them."
She was flipped down onto the black mats one more time.
"So, after France, it's to America, isn't it?" Diana asked. She almost straddled Alia's face.
Alia wondered if she could counter this in a certain way, with her special skill with her tongue. That might have seemed like a dirty tactic, but all was fair in love and war.
She neglected to use that tactic, mostly because she wanted her first victory over Diana to be mostly on the level.
"Yes, the Evans family have properties all over the world," Alia said. "Really, getting the Potter gold only was to have loose change."
Diana chuckled. Given how well off the Amazons were, the extravagant by the terms of the magical world Potter gold was considered loose change. She shook her head, allowing Alia up to her feet.
"I believe that I've won," Diana answered. Alia shook her head. "You sure you don't have your mind on conquering the Veelas?"
"No, I have my mind on your ass, and kicking it," Alia replied. She grinned when she looked at her sister. "Mostly on your ass and it's quite the ass if I say so myself."
Diana grew flushed, shaking her head. Alia smiled when she crossed the room.
"And you know, you might beat me in battle," Alia said. She placed her arm around Diana's waist and pulled her in closely. "But your ass, it still belongs to me."
"Oh, really?" Diana asked. She couldn't believe Alia took control of her. It didn't make any sense to her. She was dominant in battle, but submissive to her younger sister.
"Yes," Alia said. She brushed her fingers against the bare skin on Diana's back and got preciously close to her anus. "Really?"
Alia kissed Diana hard on the lips. Diana closed her eyes when she could feel her sister's tongue go into her mouth. She closed her eyes, capturing Alia's tongue in her mouth. She suckled on her tongue.
Diana moaned deeply in Alia's mouth when she was backed off against the bench. Alia slowly kissed down Diana's neck and pulled off her top to expose her breasts. Her nipples were already hard, but Alia neglected them straight away.
She descended down between Diana's legs and she grinned when she was between her legs. "You might have won the battle, Princess, but I'm going to win the war. I'm going to make you submit to me."
"Oh, Hera," Diana panted. Alia was descending rather close between her legs. Her heart started to race the closer Alia got between her legs. She didn't know how to quite respond to this, but there was one thing for certain, this was going to feel amazingly delightful.
Fleur was outside of the door. She was told by Kara that Alia and Diana were sparring. When she reached outside the door, she didn't hear the sounds of battle, so she thought that it was completely safe to go inside.
She stopped with a frown, opening the door. She could see Alia kneeling down between her sisters legs.
Fleur cursed in French, blushing when she looked at the display. She was amazed to see that someone was bending that way.
Her heart was racing. Fleur watched the two of them, get extremely entangled with each other. She was amazed at the alluring movements between the both of them. She realized that this was doing wonders of pushing her along towards her magical maturity.
That was why Fleur stuck around, her eyes locked on the spectacle that was about to occur. Their entangled bodies wrapped into each other. Fleur smiled, licking her lips.
Suddenly, she could see Alia had Diana down on the ground, her ass in the air. Fleur found herself staring at Diana's ass appreciatively. She was so focused on Diana's perfect ass, that she didn't know what Alia is going to do to it.
"You might have kicked my ass," Alia said from inside the room. "But, your ass belongs to me!"
That caused Fleur to blush and she imagined Alia doing this to her. That caused her to turn fifty shades of red, imagining Alia tying her up. She also imagined Alia leading her around on a leash like Fleur was her pet.
Fleur shook her head, surely that….no, she was Veela, she was strong.
It was time to have another episode. It was almost like this latest episode was triggered by the orgasms Alia withheld and denied from Diana. Fleur raised her hand and closed her eyes. She could feel her body heat up in the worst way.
Was she going through the second to last stage of the change? God she hoped so. She reached between her legs and everything ached. No matter what, she was too hot to touch with her fingers.
"Oh, you're the bondage princess, aren't you Diana?"
Fleur couldn't relieve herself without burning her fingers. That caused the Veela princess to whimper in pleasure.
She realized what if they caught her. Suddenly, she turned around and she nearly ran smack on with one Mary Batson. Miss Batson had her fingers down the waistband of her panties.
"Sorry, I'm just….I'm lost to the bathroom," Mary said.
Fleur didn't really acknowledge the girl's stuttering defense, because she really needed to head off to relieve herself as well. There was a thump.
Despite the fact Fleur detached herself from the scene, she could see Alia dominating Diana in every which way in the back of her mind. She closed her eyes, she saw it. She opened her eyes, and she saw it. She tried to recite magical theory in her head, and all she thought was the practical of how Alia tapped Diana's ass repeatedly.
Fleur made her way to her room, her heart was racing and she could feel her body heat up. Her skin had a thick and pasty crust around it, and she dropped to the ground.
She was incased in a shell, a cocoon of some sort. She tried to claw her way out, completely feral. She had glowing golden eyes, rough skin, and jagged claws, along with feathers when her body beneath the feathers changed.
Appoline opened the door. "Fleur, keep your mind, you're going through the second to last phase of the change."
The final phase was normally the most seamless, but the second to last phase was the best. The cacoon began to crack.
Fleur gave a scream of frustration went it felt like a thousand white hot needles pierced her skin and spine at the same time. That knocked her feathers off and showed her ugly, raw red skin.
Her skin slowly glowed and things were becoming clear. She faded into a deep sleep when her body made the changes.
Appoline prevented her daughter from hitting the floor and hoisted her up, gently placing her in bed. Her pock marked skin and rough leathery hands, along with some feathers and claws, with slit like yellow eyes, was a Veela at her worst state, right before the second phase of the change had been completed.
She felt what triggered the change. Appoline remembered her daughter needed her support more than ever before, but what triggered that change got inside Appoline's mind, a half blood Veela who was fully mature.
The half blood Veela could only begin to think how it was wrecking havoc with Fleur. Appoline was pleased with how ugly her daughter looked at this point.
That meant when the change was complete, she would be beautiful beyond compare.
Elizabeth Braddock walked down the subway tunnel. "I know, yes, I know, Ali….I told you that he was trouble, I learned that the hardway. Well, I'd break it off, but be careful with it. He can be a spiteful bastard."
Betsy wished that she could put out a flier that warned about how obsessive her ex-boyfriend could be. It stalked her for almost a year, until her brother confronted him about it, and essentially put the fear of God in him. The problem was he was the type of man that woman threw their panties at, until they really got to know him.
She made her way down the subway, after the call was dropped. That was the problem with cell phones.
Betsy honestly wished that someone would invent a cell phone that would have better bloody reception.
There was a pause and she could see a figure going down the tunnel. Betsy's lips curled into a frown.
Most people in this case would mind their own business. The only problem was Betsy saw this figure about three times out of the corner of her eye.
Betsy made her way into the tunnel. She spotted mystery woman. She was dressed in an elegant white outfit, with a mask placed her mouth. Her blonde hair extended down past her shoulders.
She didn't see many blonde ninjas dressed in white. Betsy made her way down to investigate things.
The ninja removed what appeared to be a grenade and Betsy backed off.
"Okay, I don't want any trouble," Betsy said.
The mysterious blonde ninja tapped a button and threw it into the air. There was a sonic cry that echoed through the air.
It almost resembled a demented Canary cry in some way.
Betsy was staggered and the grenade was left on the ground, playing out its song, before it exploded. It was a miniature explosion, creating a cloud of dust and debris, but it left Betsy standing there.
The Braddock woman frowned. It wasn't every day that you encountered blonde ninjas at a train station and she was pretty sure that she wasn't following her by accident.
Betsy looked around to see if there was any sign of her, but she was gone. Disappearing into the night, like a ninja.
To Be Continued.