Chapter 2: Trick or Treat

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Trick had been re-polishing some of his best glasses when the trio walked. Two of them, both significantly taller than the third, were regulars and the female, trailing behind, was someone that he hadn't seen in centuries. So surprised, in fact, he nearly dropped all of his prized cups, each valuing at least a grand.

"Trick!" She exclaimed, throwing out two pale arms clothed in light, airy fabric. "How good it is to see you again!"

"And you, your highness." Trick hastily bowed.

"Nonsense, you know that you can just call me Anastasia."

"Of course," he resumed polishing, "so what did you want today?"

"Three whiskey please," Dyson asked, hoping that the alcohol would loosen her up a bit.

"Thanks."

Looking over the brim of his glass, he searched her face, only to find ice and her usual mask. Since leaving the doctor's office, he had already tried to question her, but to no avail, she only responded with clean, crisp answers backed by a poker face. Downing the rest of his glass, he hoped the buzz it gave would make his efforts more successful.

"So what is this favor that the Ash owes you?" He questioned.

"Why do you want to know," she responded, now a little warmer because of the drink.

"Because I want to know why I am following a beautiful woman such as you."

"Thank you, but flattery will get you nowhere," her smile didn't reach her eyes.

Her pale hand reached and caressed Dyson's face. For a moment, the world was still and quiet. Moments passed before he gained consciousness and his head snapped up. However, he was too late, and Anastasia was gone. Hale returned with his phone in hand.

"Bro, what happened to you?" He questioned. "And where is she?"

"I-I don't know," Dyson reached to where she had touched him. "I just blanked when she touched me. I think she did something to me."

"It's one of her powers," Trick joined in. "But don't ask me, it's something you have to ask her. Even I don't know that much about her kind."

Dyson sighed and got up. Checking his phone, he realized what Hale had been trying to tell him. A man had been murdered, possibly fae.

"Come on, we've got a job to do."

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Trick watched as they left his bar. The poor things, he thought sadly. Like the observant person he was, Trick had seen the look on Dyson's face. It was the look of a man, no wolf, on the pursuit. Knowing Dyson, he would not stop until his goal was accomplished. Too bad, though, because they would have been a great couple, Trick thought. Trick had lied to them before. Of course he knew what she was, but that didn't mean it was safe to announce it to the world. Sighing, he returned to his bar. Hopefully Dyson would give up for just not his sake, but for the whole fae kingdom.

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