Connor O' Darby, Evil Leprechaun, Sharp dresser and genius of Dublin was getting irritated. His claws made clacking sounds on the stone next to the throne he was sitting on awaiting his wife to return to him.
She should have been back before now. His irritation grew as he wondered if she was disobeying him and grabbing heavy cases of soda and big tubs of ice cream. Maybe he should have gone with her. Walmart never would be his favorite place but he had enjoyed some mischief there.
Like the time he had cast a spell and made all the fruits and vegetables turn rotten and squirm with worms and maggots.
The screams had been music and watching the stampede of humans to the front doors had left him cackling evilly. He had found that his wife had been right. Walking around with her had barely caused anyone to look his way.
Oh some people would come up and ask him to write out the name ' Warwick Davis ' on papers or pictures and pose for their funny little camera phones. He had no idea why they wanted him to do this but he had done it a few times all the same. A small price to pay to see his wife laughing because he was as she quoted ' Keeping the nerds happy '. yet that had gotten old fast so he avoided the place when he could.
Yes. Soda. The damn woman was lugging around soda. She was going to be much in trouble. Much in trouble indeed. He took a long swig of his whisky trying to think of the best ways to punish her.
Slapping her made her want to fool around. Spanking her pretty much was as good as giving her her a little Billy. He lit his pipe.
"AH!" he said to himself. He would take her pickles and her stone. Crave pickles she would but she'd only get them when he gave them to her. That would teach her to be gone so long. He cackled loudly and rubbed his hands evilly together. He would give her exactly 15 more minutes or he would fetch her himself.
A sudden blue glow from their bedroom told him she had returned and he hurried in ready to lecture her and punish her but stopped dead in his tracks.
She lay crumbled on the floor like a broken doll.
"Lass?!" He hurried over and turned her lifting her head up. Her body felt boneless. Her eyes fluttered opened.
" Poison" She gasped she motioned to her arm and he saw a small hole on her tender skin. " Get it out...get it out get it out of me!"
Not wanting to lose precious time Connor laid her down and held his hands over her body. He made his hands into fists as if grabbing something then he rolled his hands around made a slow pulling motion. She tried to bite back her screams as amber colored drops no bigger then a hair were forcefully pulled from her body to flow together above her. To Connor's fury her body had already used up most of whatever had been ejected into her so what little bit he got out didn't help.
She grabbed him nearly toppling him on to of her " Save them! Save our children!"
Desire forced his hand to her stomach and it was instantly soaked. He looked at his hand in disbelief. It was covered in blood. He quickly placed his hands on her again to try to repair the damage but he already knew it was too late.
" What happened?! Who did this?! He snarled.
Desire raised shaky bloody hand to his face. " The gold...they got my gold collar...follow it...avenge me Connor O' Darby! I want their balls and their eyes on my tomb! Make them suffer for the blood of the unborn they spilled!"
For moment they just stared into each others eyes and then she leaned up to press her lips slimed with blood against his.
The blood tasted wonderful and for a moment he sucked on her soft lips savoring it's taste. It took a moment for him to realize she was dead. Her lips had always been so warm and soft were getting cool now. He carefully laid her flat on the floor. Using his claw he cut a hunk of hair from her tresses. He waved a hand over it and it braided itself and curled in his palm before disappearing inside a small locket of gold with the Celtic symbol of eternity on it.
He put it around his neck automatically not thinking about what he was doing at the moment. He couldn't seem to stop staring at her.
Five years. Five years it had taken him to make her womb produce fruit. Five years she had been by his side. He didn't know what love was or even if he had a heart to love. He did know this...thousands of years stretched before him with naught but his gold and he couldn't see any other woman walking these walls.
The tapestry, the thrones, the dusting and shining his gold up everywhere so it gleamed for him, the plants and moss all done for him to make him happy were no one had ever done anything before but steal his gold and hate and fear him.
There would be no more surprises. there would be no more sweet pain no more violent satisfying sex in the large round bed or on the floor or against the wall...not anymore willing anyway and he had learned to appreciate willing.
He suddenly realized he was wondering around in a daze. Shock...perhaps grief?
His fury exploded out of him and he screamed in anger. His cry spiraled up until it sounded like a thousand demons from Hell.
" Me gold! Me wife! Me wee ones! By the sacred vow of the little people you'll be begging for death before I'm done!"
Above him in the park the homeless and drug addicts had some fires going out of cans. Every fire in the park a good space around it suddenly exploded briefly into a ball of flame before returning back to its original size. Several people were burned and one woman's face melted off and she died before she could be taken to the hospital.
Lights blew out everywhere. Dogs barked hysterically and car alarms went off.
The ground trembled. In his home Daniel pulled his cover over his head his dreams were dark and bloody. In his apartment David sat up briefly just as the tremor stopped. He chalked it up to a big truck going by and went back to sleep.
Kat sat up awoken by a nightmare. Startled awake Brian grabbed her arm. They shared a quick white faced look of fear then laughed nervously. What they had done earlier had already started to fade from their mind with a fresh hit of meth to numb them.
" Earthquake baby, go back to sleep." Kat nodded and snuggled back down next to him. She wasn't able to go back sleep however. Her eyes remained wide and slightly unfocused all night her imagination replaying horrors over and over again.
Hard as she tried she couldn't shake a terrible feeling of doom coming their way.
Finally the sun rose and she got up and wondered through the shitty apartment they lived in to fry up some eggs and toast. David had promised to split the money from the gold. He had claimed they could each get a house in Mexico and that her and Daniel could finally start a family of their own.
The truth was however she felt very small and very scared and couldn't seem to see a happy future no matter how hard she tried.