Jack

Werm is a moron. This is true but every once in a while he has a really good flash of insight that no one else does. He's saved my skin quite a few times in such instances.

This was one of those times.

"Who the Hell...?" There were three very intimidating looking men standing out in front of the nest as I drove up with the mysterious Andros in the passenger seat. The second they saw us, they somehow Houdinied themselves to her window, still a good three feet from the car.

I watched her from the corner of my eye.

That's when Werm (bless his geeky little heart) saw the knife at Andros's back. I didn't get it at first...

"What exactly did you say you were doing here?" He asked as he turned invisible. Not the smartest thing to do, but I covered for him.

"He does that when he's scared." I explained.

"I didn't say. Are you going to let me out or does Aubrey have to tear the door off?" She sounded bored, of all things.

"The door's not locked." I pointed out.

"She hopped out and went straight to the biggest one (about my size I figured... maybe even bigger) with black hair and tattoos all down his arms.

Neither said anything, just looked each other in the eyes, but after a moment, he nodded and the girl vanished.

I got out of the car slowly with Werm right behind me.

"So who are you?" I asked. All three of the guys turned to me. Sizing them up I decided not to fight. They were all my height, but also (sadly) more muscled than I was.

The black haired tattooed guy answered. "My name is Aubrey. This is Silver," He gestured to a blonde, somehow older looking man, though he couldn't have been too much older than sixteen when changed. "and Jager." He indicated a green eyed guy to his left with a mischievious smile.

"I'm Jack McShane and this here's Werm. What do you all want?"

"Nothing really. Just passing through. Is there some rush, Jack?" answered Jager. He looked to me like he was itching for a fight.

"There's already a lot going on here, so I suggest you pass through quickly. I don't have the patience todeal with trouble makers."

Just then, Andros made a reappearance. She had changed from hr black dress and stilettos into something that looked way more Werm's style than mine: Short black skirt and shorter tube top with high heeled combat boots, all black with silver chains hanging down. Her black hair down around her shoulders. I could see the beginnings of a tattoo just above the skirt that went down to just above her knee. What it was I couldn't tell you, but it was REALLY hot.

"Play nicely. I seem to have-" She couldn't seem to find the right word. "To have... misplaced my blade. And besides,I'm hungry. We can continue this conversation later, say at The Portal in three hours?" She suggested.

Three hours? I looked at my watch. It was already two in the morning. If I tried to go I would be stuck with Werm until sundown! The tunnels didn't go past The Portal.

"Umm... that's actually not a good idea. You see, we can't walk in the sun." Werm pointed out before I could decide.

"Oh. I forgot. Tomorrow night at sundown then." She flicked a piece of paper at Werm and winked. "Stay in touch."

With that they all vanished, one by one. Andros then Aubrey right behind her, then Silver with a bored look on his face. Then Jager, who at this point I swear to god is insane.

I turned to Werm, and he was gazing down at the paper that had landed in his hands.

"Dude! Did she just give you her number?" I asked incredulously.

"Yea. I took her blade. It's pure silver with this weird kind of stone in the middle." He pulled it out of one of the overly huge pocket of his equally rediculus trench coat.

I have to say, it was one amazing piece of work. I wasn't really interested in it though.

"Let me see that paper." I told him. I think I scared him because he handed it over immediately.

Call me! I want my blade back... 310 213 6319.

I stared at it for a minute.

"You know this could be a trap right?" He wasn't even paying attention.

"Could you take me back to the portal?" He said instead of answering me. I drove him home, and he didn't even ask for the nnumber back... although he's such a nerd he probably already has it memorized.

Then I headed back to the manor. I was tired, still had a gazillion phone calls to make, and I still needed to find out how to get my ex-girlfriend and her hubby (a werewolf who used to be my best friend) off of an enchanted faerie islsnd. And maybe, just maybe, I might get some sleep tonight.