Usually, fighting off people with weapons is my specialty, but since I'm in a corset, I'm stuck. And I'm sure I wouldn't want to be caught by the sun prince killing! He'd think I'm… grody. But I really want to save this party! Luckily, I wore a normal dress underneath this one, so I could head to the bathroom and tear up the poofy one.
The dress is deep purple and barely passes the center of my thighs. It's strapless and it's got very little poof under the waistline which is marked with a silk spiceberry ribbon. The slightly poofed part is covered in glitter and the shoes I've been hiding under the pink dress are matching sandals with two opposite coiling ribbons that go up my leg and match the waist ribbon. My hair under the white wig is in an up do with curls hanging down, also held up by a spiceberry ribbon. Trust me- I went all-out color coordinating this outfit and getting it perfect so I could look perfect to meet the prince. And my make-up? Do. Not. Get me started on how long that took!
"Daddy, you know I can take him, you know it!" I whisper-yell at him. "I've taken down five of these kind of guys! I'm strong enough so let me go!"
He doesn't lighten his grip. In fact, he does the opposite. I stop squirming, showing that I give up and cross my arms over my chest. I wait for him to loosen his grip, but he knows that I'll just run when he does.
Then I wait for the last of the panicked whispering to die down. After the room is silenced, everyone is being patient and waiting for one of the humans to say something or strike, but nothing happens. We all turn around so we don't have to face them and continue on with our conversations like nothing happened.
Well, the idiots pull out their guns finally and shoot the ceiling. The chandelier swings after the close shot nearly blows it out of the ceiling. A part of the roof just flops down and we all hush again but we do not face them.
Another gun shot. Another. Another. We all slowly turn, obviously aggravated with these dumb humans. They've destroyed most of the ceiling, crashed the ball, and haven't made it worthwhile for even mom to attack. They just assume we'll attack first. Nope. We're civil pixies and only attack to protect and defend. We hardly ever start the bickering/fighting/bloodshed. Sometimes I might, but when do we ever see that?
Well, when I kill rabbits and pick fights with weres (to train myself…) or when I decide Amelie isn't matching her own outfit with everyone else's. That stuff shouldn't count though! They happen like every week.
"So, pixies?" The guy speaks up, obviously the source of extreme alcohol, which I thought was coming from the ice bucket that rolled past me earlier, "Looks like the end!" his voice is slurred, his accent is fake British, and his teeth are not there. "I know all about you! You stole my girlfriend. My old girlfriend. You made her evil! She tried to scratch me and suck my soul, but I got away! Now I have a new girlfriend. Here she is and she's a great influence on me. She made me who I am today and I really like her! She's the best. She told me how to defend against you and she led me here to teach you a lesson about true love! I want to show you all who I'd kill for her!" He pulls out his biggest steak knife and pretends to slash it at Amelie, but misses by a foot or two. "HA! You thought I was gonna kill you! Nope. I'd kill my own girlfriend to get my Julia back! So, Julie. This is the end for you!" Then he throws a few daggers at his girlfriend but she dodges and blocks them.
"Pfft. You are weak. I knew I shouldn't have given you my special drink. It's too much for weaklings." She walks up to him and knocks his next dagger out of his hand. She walks to Amelie. "I apologize for his weak entrance and the lack of show. I should have killed him in the first pla-" A large knife is poking out of her stomach and she is lifted from the ground and dropped.
I can't help it. I just start to giggle. Something about other peoples' unintentional and unexpected pain makes me laugh.
"Ok, pixies! I killed her. Where's my Julia?" Nobody takes their eyes off of Julie. Her blood is so…
"WHERE IS SHE?"
Then the princess of the oak steps up and says, "Jake, I was not turned evil. I was born a kind pixie. I had to leave you because my kingdom needs my ruling soon. I cannot rule with you. You do not possess the power I need. I'm sorry." Then Balen steps up to her and hugs her waist from behind.
Balen is a 6 ½ foot tall kind of guy and he has red hair and light green eyes. His voice is deep and rich but you can hear a rasp.
"I hold the power she needs. I shall be her king. Leave now human, before your fate is as hers is." He gestures toward the dead chick on the nice tiles.
After an hour, drunky leaves and prince of the sun strides to me. Noticing, I quickly rip off the Victorian dress and the wig. He passes me and goes to Eve. Princess of kudzu. Ridiculous.