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Place: America. Date: 2012
I had been on the earth for a very long time. I had spent a majority of that time making creatures, it was trial and error, so I spent a lot of time with blood on my hands. Literally. I had spent all my time creating creatures and now my children can be found anywhere, if you knew what you were looking for. I had worked hard, and dutifully and now I thought I had earned myself a holiday.
I had found a little town, Forks. It was quaint and it was close enough to Port Angeles and Seattle that hunting would be easy enough. I didn't plan to actually live in the town and become part of the community. The very thought of it made me laugh. I just planned to buy a house in the new estate, which was already packed full of humans, and lay low.
I smiled kindly at the delivery man as he carried in an antique desk chair. I loved antiques. They reminded me of my favourite eras. I had a Victorian inspired office, a big beautiful hard wood desk and matching chair. Every wall was a build in book case which I had fitted as soon as I bought the house, the wall behind the desk however wasn't a book case but was painted a warm brown and had a single large window. The room was originally a bedroom. My house was filled with statues and vases and paintings. A majority of it was one of a kind, but everything was priceless.
"Hello!" Called a woman from over the fence, I looked over and there stood a woman she was about middle age had obviously dyed blonde hair and over the top makeup. I walked over to her, my white dress swirled around my knees a perfect innocent smile was plastered on my face.
"Hello." I greeted,
"You must be the new neighbours," She smiled, why do humans always feel the need to state the obvious? "I'm Mrs. Stanley. Where are your parents?" She asked, peering around me to look at my house.
"I don't have parents." I answered,
"But, how old are you?" Her eyebrows furrowed if faux worry.
"I'm eighteen." I defended.
"Oh well, if you ever need anything feel free to visit the Stanley household!" She let out a little fake laugh and clapped her hands together.
"Thank you, I better tell the removalists where to put the boxes." I said and with one last smile turned on my heels and walked inside.
When I was inside I let out a sigh, "Why, did I choose to move into the suburbs?" I muttered to myself, "I could have chosen I nice little cottage in the forest, but no." I continued to chastise myself as I grabbed a Klondike bar out of the pantry. I opened it and took a bite. I walked into my living room and sat down on my couch. I smiled at the sword above the fireplace. It was the sword that Robin had given me. I had blessed it so it wouldn't rust; little did I know when I did that I also made it indestructible. It could kill anything, including myself, so I made sure to keep it with me. I had travelled all around the world and everywhere I went I took the sword with me.
I crumbled up the wrapper of my Klondike bar and slid off the couch and onto the floor to start unpacking boxes. I used my nail to cut open the tape holding the box shut and pulled out the bubble wrap surrounding the contents. I pulled out the ornate wooden box; I used it to keep the herbs I used for spell work in. I stood up and placed it on the mantle,
"The last boxes have been unloaded ma'am." The removalists said,
"Good." I hummed while turning to face him, "The furniture too?" I asked,
"Yes." He nodded.
"Very well then, thank you." I smiled,
"The boss said that you'd pay us directly." The man frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. I pursed my lips before smiling coyly and walking over to him,
"I don't think that'd be necessary." I hummed while stroking his arm "Do you?" I tilted my head to the side slightly.
"N-no" He stuttered,
"That's a good man. Off you go now." I patted his shoulder and he nodded and left. "Stupid humans," I scoffed before I went back to unpacking.
My skirt swirled around my knees as my heels clicked on the tar-mac. The road was still wet from the recent rain and sparkled in the setting sun. I could hear a car approaching it drove past before slowing down and pulling over to the side of the road. A mad stepped out of the vehicle and I smiled, he turned around and saw me. I could see he was shamelessly checking me out as I strode forward. He started to walk and we watched each other as we moved closer together, he wore jeans and a leather jacket over a dark tee, he was fit and well built. When we met halfway there was a moments silence before he spoke "Hi," He smirked, looking me up and down once more.
"Hello" I almost purred as I listened to his heart pump blood through his veins.
"You need help?" He asked.
"Actually," I paused and smiled at him, he smiled readily back, "You cannot scream." I smirked before I lunged and sent a right hook to his jaw.
"Wha?" He groaned, reaching for his jaw. I aimed a kick at his shoulder and he was pushed onto his back and without hesitation shot down and crushed his windpipe with a single punch. He looked up at me and blinked, unable to speak or make a sound. I ran my tongue over my teeth and smiled before reaching down, grabbing his jacket and pulling him into the forest.
Place: Somewhere in Italy.
The sound of keys clanking against metal rang out down the hall and the solitary man in the cells looked up and dared to press his face against the bars to see who was coming. He listened in terrified silence to the two sets of footsteps coming down the hall. When they were coming closer the man pushed against the bars and scurried to the corner of the dank cell. The two hooded figures appeared in front of the cell and the man peaked up at them.
"Now," The man trilled, his disturbing happiness at the pain of others was even more disturbing than if he was a raving lunatic. "Where is your creator?" He asked.
"I told you," The man's voice trembled, "I don't know! I haven't seen him in centuries."
"Jane" The cloaked man smiled.
The man started screaming, withering on the damp cell ground. "P-please" he gasped out. He stopped his screaming,
"Are you going to tell me?" He asked,
"Okay," He whispered, for weeks he endured this torture and he just wanted it to end, "Last I knew, he was in Russia." The man shook his head, "That's all I know, I swear."
"Very well," The man said and reached into his cloak and produced a ring of keys. He picked the right one and the others clanked against the lock as it was opened. The man moved to stand up, he couldn't believe it was that easy, that after weeks of torture he was going to be free. When the cell door opened the smaller one stood in the opening. "Kill." The man waved his hand before spinning and leaving. The small one who the man could now see was only a small girl smiled before she launched herself as his jugular.
Place: Port Angeles
I happily browsed through the liquor store, a shopping basket hanging from one arm. I stopped to look at the whiskeys, "You want the Craig, aged 30 years." A smooth Scottish accent drawled from behind me. I smiled and turned,
"Oh William," I smiled, he winked as he put the whiskey in my basket, "What are you doing here?" I asked as I started to move down the aisle.
"Well I live here," he answered, "In fact, you'll find a lot of . . . more than natural beings live here." He hinted as I looked at the stack of wine in front of me.
"Is that so?" I turned to look at him.
He looked at me with a confused expression for a moment before saying "You don't know?"
"Know what?" I laughed lightly,
"This area is a spiritual nexus, that's why you settled here, why I settled here, why that gorgeous fae at the counter settled here." He paused to wink at the said Fae.
"William!" I scolded, whacking his arm lightly.
"Hey hey! Sorry!" He smiled childishly.
"Sure sure" I rolled my eyes, "So, spiritual nexus." I said "And you know this how?" He asked
"Hello, king of the Fae" He pointed to himself, "Connected to nature and the elements, remember?" He winked playfully.
"How could I forget?" I smiled kindly. I reached behind him and grabbed a bottle of red wine, "Since we haven't seen in each other in what . . . three hundred years is it? I insist that you come over for a feast." I raised the bottle of wine before placing it in the basket.
"A you feast or a real one with roast meats?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
I laughed, "With roast meats," I confirmed.
"I shall be there at eight." He confirmed, "You'll bring the scotch for after wards." He added, placing it in my basket with a mischievous look. He then strode straight past the poor Fae girl and out the door; I shook my head and placed my basket on the counter. The girl scanned my items and put them in a bag for me. I handed her the paper money and gathered my bags and change and left as well.
I then walked around the city looking for a caterer; I eventually found a suitable one. I walked inside and happily dinged the button. A prissy looking man with a scarf came into the room, "Hello, how can I help you?" He asked a plastic smile on his face.
"I need to organise a feast." I stated.
"Fantastic!" He trilled, "And when will this be?" He asked,
"Tonight, at eight" I said,
"Well that's simply impossible." He said, shrugging.
"It will be done." I said, staring into his eyes, he slowly nodded. "Brilliant!" I smiled
"What do you want this feast to have?" He asked, plastic smile still in place.
"Roast lamb, roast beef, roast pork. Buns and gravy, fresh garden salads and roast vegetables." I listed, "for desert I was cakes and tarts and sweets of all kinds." I added, I knew the Fae had a sweet tooth.
"And you want all this by eight?" He asked,
"Yes." I said simply.
"Fantastic! Can you please just put your contact information here and you're feast will be there at eight." He said handing me a sheet of paper clipped to a clipboard. I quickly filled it out handed it back, "And how will you be paying for this."
"Paying? I won a free catering service? Remember?" I smiled kindly
"Oh yes of course." He shook his head "Silly me! Well that seems to be all in order. See you at eight!" He smiled at me and I took it as my queue to leave. I walked back through the city weaving my way around the streets until I reached the highway, I walked along until another car stopped.
So, next chapter there shall be a party! How exciting. What do you all think of this chapter?
Peace
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