CHAPTER NINE

Cerri dropped and was in Human form quicker than a hiccup. Purple hair and eyes, now wings, no tail, no fangs. She even managed to change into her leather pants and white tank top with some kind of shoes with heels. Shooting Mark a curious glance, she moved towards the open window, not even interested in meeting any of his friends.

Mark shook his head and opened the door, bellowing: "Up here, David!"

It wasn't a man that came into the room. It was a full blooded Demon in the shape of a Human. The center of his brown eyes glowed blood red, now that was subtle. He looked Mortal, but in a very frightening way. He stared at her, an evil chuckle falling from pink lips. "Mmm… fresh meat, I see…"

"Not exactly."

She knew instantly what he was and didn't hesitate. A second later, Cerri was covered in dark green scales with huge, tattered black wings. Her mouth was curled into a snarl, fangs brandished dangerously. Her glowing red eyes stared at the other Demon as her dangerous, spiked tail flailed behind her, daring him to attack.

"Interesting. Fae and Demon mix. Though something else is different." David practically purred, though his defenses were up as well, his eyes lit on fire at her bared fangs. "Ah, a vampire…very different indeed."

"How did you know?" Mark asked, his voice low and gruff, raising a hand to keep Cerri from attacking his… friend. Mark and David had an understanding, not really a friendship.

David was one of the few… beings… who could control whatever it was inside Mark.

"He's Demon, he can scent each mixed bloodline in me." Cerri rasped harshly. A second later she was in Pixie form, her natural form. She stared at David as if he was something mildly interesting. Though she did have the presence of mind to keep the mortal clothing.

She didn't trust Mark very much but she had none at all for this David. "I'll take my leave now." She nodded at Mark before flying over the men's heads and out the window.

"What are you doing with something like that?" David demanded when he knew she was out of earshot. He glanced at Mark's face and sighed. "You attacked her, didn't you."

"No…. not exactly…"

"That was your other side. You didn't tell her, I take it?"

"Not all of it. Why should I? She doesn't matter to me." Mark replied gravely though deep down, he knew he was only kidding himself.

***

Cerri spent the next three days immersing herself in human culture. She found a lot of it very sad but as soon as she hit the countryside, she was much happier. She'd sleep in haylofts, nestled in a loose pile or even in abandoned tree houses. She found these kind of things comforting in an almost simple way. Though she'd learnt that not all humans were what they seemed. Some could sense she was different and some were just deranged. She spent an entire night healing herself because someone had shot her right through her wing thinking she was some kind of winged beast. Close but not quite.

***

It was night again and David was on the hunt, looking for something delicious, yet sweet to eat. His eyebrow raised when he see the Faery in his midst and swooped down, deciding to have a one on one chat with her.

"Boo!" He exclaimed behind her, chuckling when she jumped, and leaned against the barn with his massive arms crossed in front of his chest, looking positively demonic and evil with a sensual quality. "Hello there, Pixie Dust."

She glared at him, though it didn't look menacing. Especially with stray straws in her purple hair. She was in human form, a small bag containing her few possessions laying at her feet. She'd been about to bathe and dress -she was in a long white nightgown- when he appeared. "Yes?" She demanded, not moving, just staring.

"You certainly are a different one." David purred, his voice low and deep almost in a sultry way but knew she wouldn't be falling for it. It wasn't in her nature. "I came to talk to you about 'Taker." He said, refusing to say Mark's real name in the presence of this… whatever she was.

"What about Mark?" Cerriwyn demanded, refusing point blank to call him by those other names. She caught the surprised look in David's eyes and snorted, biting the inside of her cheek. "You hunted me down to talk about Mark? Would you hold on for a moment while I dress at least?" She stooped down and picked up her bag, shooting him a 'get lost' look.

"Nope, I like you in that." He replied nonchalantly, studying his long nails, smirking when she snarled. When her eyes flashed an angry color, his own went completely red. "I came to talk to you about his other half." He said it like he was talking to a five year old child.

Her eyes flashed an acid green, apparently restraining herself. "I don't care about his other half." Cerri said flatly, honestly. "I don't intend on seeing him again, this world is rather large, considering the Humans are reproducing quicker than Trolls. Goodbye." She shifted forms, the nightgown changing into her customary white wrap. She frowned when she was held back. "Let go of my wings before I rip your spleen out."

"You can try, Pixie Dust but you'll fail." David replied almost conversationally though danger was more than obvious in his tone. "Now then… His other half is Demon. His mother was a vampiress who mated with a demon, following me Pixie Dust?"

"He's a half-breed, so what? Besides the fact that he's having trouble controlling his Demon side, I don't see why this is of any interest to me." Cerri said, wondering where this bug got off treating her like she was a mere Pixlet instead of a grown Fae. "He's not my problem, this is not my Plane. Now, may I go, father?" She couldn't keep the sarcasm from rolling off her tongue, her wings beginning to turn black.

"You can help him, you're probably the only one who can." David contradicted, smirking, his own blood red wings unfolding, three times the size of hers. "Think about it, Pixie Dust." With that he flew off into the night to find a victim. He needed to tear something apart, torture it a bit, angry with that Fae bitch. The creature had nerves, he'd give her that.

Cerri sighed, a crystal ball appearing in her hands. A second later David was hurtling towards the ground, a neon blue light pulsating against his chest as it forced him down. Satisfied, she took off, her wings beating the air as she left the area far behind.

She was through with getting into bad situations on this Plane. All she wanted to do was go home and forget this adventure ever happened. And maybe share a glass of Bloodwyne with her friend, Nero.