Now everything was coming together nicely, if I could only get through this day without incident. Yesterday's little kerfuffle was more than enough to last me for the next little while. I have no idea what had happened to the hag and the halfwit because he refused to discuss it and now that I can read his mind he still has ways of keeping me out, so I guess I'll have to be satisfied with his, 'they won't be bothering you ever again.' Not that I cared though I had way too much on my plate to dwell on bullshit. He actually fell asleep again and I had no other choice but to bite him. He didn't even wince, just cracked his eye open and looked at me. "What is it?""Let me up." I hissed but he didn't even budge."I'm not ready to get up yet and neither are you. You had a long day yesterday and you're facing another one today, no." "But they came all this way.""So?" Unreasonable much?"It's not unreasonable for me to want to take care of you. You almost lost y
The stuffy elders didn't make a sound didn't complain not once, too mesmerized by the spectacle. I doubt even they had expected things to turn out this well. At the top of the steps once again we both turned to face the crowd giving them one last look at the royal couple before turning to head to the throne. For most it will be the first and last time they'd ever see her. *** "Why couldn't I carry him in a pod like all other elf kind?" Now was not the time for laughter but I couldn't help it once Damien started snickering. His mother had gone into labor what felt like seconds after we'd gone to bed that night. It was just a few short months after our nuptial ceremony and she'd been settling in very well. Her days were longer now since the crown princess consort was more than just a figurehead and everyone seemed to need her attention at once. I know it was because they were still fascinated by her but I wished for the earlier days when she had to think of nothin
I never thought I'd have this much fun sitting around in a room full of vampyre women, they're a hoot and nothing at all like the snooty vixens I always thought them to be. Or maybe it's because I'm the crown princess that they sheaf their claws. Whatever the case I learn a lot from them about their customs and whatnot, though lately there've been whispers about my bad influence on some of the younger ones. No one except my husband dares though so I pretty much ignore it all. It's because of them that I even learned what Lucien had done to Sabrina. You better believe I checked that one out for myself since the story seemed so farfetched. She was indeed unrecognizable, nothing at all like the beauty I'd met when I first came here. I can't say I felt bad for her though, it was a shitty thing she did. But I did balk when I heard that he'd had all her closest servants cut in half since I'd never had any dealings with them and had no idea what their crimes were.
The small town of Badger's Creek slept well beneath the dark cover of night. Outside the blue velvet night sky was blanketed with stars, the air cool and crisp, waiting to meet the morning's steamy balm. From above, the town was the picture of perfection; with it's red steeple roofs and brightly painted red barns, dark shingled white dwellings in the middle of green-green fields. Horses dotted the landscape, corralled for miles behind long stretches of ranch fencing, as geese and swans floated gently down the streams and lakes that bordered the sleepy valley. While white coated sheep grazed at will in the lower hollows, bleating out their content. It's a dreamer's vision of a sleepy idyllic, New England village of days gone by. Quaint and picturesque, Badger's Creek is one of those places, which time forgot, and it forgot sometime in the last two and a half centuries. The streets are lined with little cottage like homes with large four hundred-year old
"How can you bear to live here? Everything is so...basic." My mother turned up her patrician nose at my ten million dollar home with the Louis the thirteenth d閏or of which I'm so terribly fond. Yes mother, the dishes are only thousand year old Wexford, nothing at all like the gold chargers and cutlery we have back at the family home that dates back to the days of the Babylonian empire. "And the food, it has no substance to it, how do you survive?" Prime rib made just right, and new potatoes crisped in the oven with braised asparagus in Hollandaise sauce, along with accompanying dishes of roasted vegetables are indeed beneath the regal palate of my mother the princess. "You've just listed all the reasons why I live here. Because I know none of the elders can stand to be here for more than two days if that. Which means there're no eyes watching my every move, calculating my every turn. It's called freedom." "I can always program myself to like it.""Yes,
"Prince...I mean, Lucien, what's on your mind? You've been a bit preoccupied this evening.""Have I? I hadn't noticed." I swirled the bourbon around in my glass without interest. I doubt anyone ever notices that I hardly ever drink when we have one of these little get-togethers. Just a quick slight of hand whenever anyone pays too close attention always does the trick. I don't do it for any particular reason, just habit I guess. But I've always felt like I have to be the most responsible when in a setting like this, and with good reason, because I am. "So, some of us were talking and..." The way he fidgeted and looked back at the others told me I wasn't going to like this."Go on!" I finally took a sip of the aged brew as he fidgeted around some more. "For fuck sake Gavin, you're ten thousand years old stop fidgeting like a twelve year old cheerleader." Believe it or not, my gruff words are the easiest way I know to put them at ease, otherwise they'd shit th
"The sun will come out tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow..." I rolled my eyes at my sister and looked at the red dot on the calendar that hung on the wall. Our family pet, a Spix macaw named Patrick slept with his head tucked beneath one of his wings, or he was pretending to. He's been known to eavesdrop on conversations only to repeat them at some later inopportune time. I guess her little ditty is a way of reminding me that the big change is about to come. It's the same month after month and have been going on for so long now that I've grown used to it. Well long is relative, this new phenomena has only started happening in the last year or so. When held up against hundreds of years of my existence, it was a little less than a drop in a bucket. I pretended great interest in the book I was reading for the upcoming test and gave her no leeway to pester me, but the constant stares from across the breakfast table was too much to ignore. I dr
"Nat, are you alright? You seem a little pale.""I'm fine Patrice, as you three reminded me earlier, it's almost that time of the month that's all." I hate lying to them but there is no way I'm going to put a damper on their carefree days. For all that they're as old as I, inside they're little more than the eighteen year olds they appear to be. With their heads in the clouds and nothing more stressing on their minds than what to wear to the next school dance. I wish for them always to remain that way, that they never lose that light and laughter. No, I will carry this burden alone, whatever it is. Or maybe I will put a call in to my mom later and get her thoughts on the subject. Though opening that can of worms may very well bring the elders running. I thought of nothing else all day and wished by the end of it that I could put it all down to just premenstrual distress, but I knew better. There's definitely something more at work here, and the stress of havin
I never thought I'd have this much fun sitting around in a room full of vampyre women, they're a hoot and nothing at all like the snooty vixens I always thought them to be. Or maybe it's because I'm the crown princess that they sheaf their claws. Whatever the case I learn a lot from them about their customs and whatnot, though lately there've been whispers about my bad influence on some of the younger ones. No one except my husband dares though so I pretty much ignore it all. It's because of them that I even learned what Lucien had done to Sabrina. You better believe I checked that one out for myself since the story seemed so farfetched. She was indeed unrecognizable, nothing at all like the beauty I'd met when I first came here. I can't say I felt bad for her though, it was a shitty thing she did. But I did balk when I heard that he'd had all her closest servants cut in half since I'd never had any dealings with them and had no idea what their crimes were.
The stuffy elders didn't make a sound didn't complain not once, too mesmerized by the spectacle. I doubt even they had expected things to turn out this well. At the top of the steps once again we both turned to face the crowd giving them one last look at the royal couple before turning to head to the throne. For most it will be the first and last time they'd ever see her. *** "Why couldn't I carry him in a pod like all other elf kind?" Now was not the time for laughter but I couldn't help it once Damien started snickering. His mother had gone into labor what felt like seconds after we'd gone to bed that night. It was just a few short months after our nuptial ceremony and she'd been settling in very well. Her days were longer now since the crown princess consort was more than just a figurehead and everyone seemed to need her attention at once. I know it was because they were still fascinated by her but I wished for the earlier days when she had to think of nothin
Now everything was coming together nicely, if I could only get through this day without incident. Yesterday's little kerfuffle was more than enough to last me for the next little while. I have no idea what had happened to the hag and the halfwit because he refused to discuss it and now that I can read his mind he still has ways of keeping me out, so I guess I'll have to be satisfied with his, 'they won't be bothering you ever again.' Not that I cared though I had way too much on my plate to dwell on bullshit. He actually fell asleep again and I had no other choice but to bite him. He didn't even wince, just cracked his eye open and looked at me. "What is it?""Let me up." I hissed but he didn't even budge."I'm not ready to get up yet and neither are you. You had a long day yesterday and you're facing another one today, no." "But they came all this way.""So?" Unreasonable much?"It's not unreasonable for me to want to take care of you. You almost lost y
"With all of you at each other's throats, filled with distrust, your eyes have no longer been focused on us have they, you are too busy fighting against each other to care about what we've been doing, as it should be." I dropped her back on her feet and waited for her to stop gagging. "But you failed this time, so why are you still here?" I'm waiting for her to tell me that she was here to take my wife's life. Not that I needed justification but I believe in being fair. I want her to know exactly why she was going to die. "All should've gone as planned this time. Had I not been careless I would've noticed the child and they'd both be dead by now." Good enough!"Bellaque!" "Sire!" He came out of the shadows and she tried going through the wall to escape, her eyes wild and wide with fear."Go!""How many?""All of them." "What does that mean? Where is he going?" She kept a wary eye on my pet.'To annihilate your clan. Starting with you!" The wor
I took a step back from the look he gave me and I swear I came within a hair's breadth of telling his son to put that shield back up. "Do you know how close you were to losing your life? You were ten feet away from..." His body shook as if rocked by some unseen force. "I didn't go there intentionally, that airheaded halfwit tricked me into going there.""And how did she do that? Did she enter these rooms and forcibly remove you?" "Well, no, but..." He paced the room back and forth in an agitated state."I am calm... I know she can't be punished. You don't have to make excuses for her she....""Who're you talking to?" Had he really lost it? "Your son, he's pleading your case. Did you really get drawn away by the smell of fruit trees?" Damn, this kid is a snitch. Hey you in there? How do I get you on my side? You have to tell him everything? "He can hear you but you can't hear him so don't waste your time.""Stop listening, you promised.""I take
"That was a long time ago...""Mom, you both saw the way Sabrina acted when she came to dinner that night. Had I not been there who knows how far she might've gone. You also heard the story of how she forbid my wife to enter the throne room. Even if Natalia is ignorant of the facts, Sabrina has lived here her whole life, she knows that it was an offense worthy of death." "I won't blame you entirely. For too long I let her errant behavior slide because it was of no importance to me, but now that my wife is here I will not allow her even one toe over the line. You can choose not to tell me, it would just mean me having to pay a visit to the hall of records, which might start tongues wagging..." "It's not that we don't want to tell you it's just... that was such a dark time." I didn't answer but waited for her to go on. "Back then your uncle was betrothed to the fairy princess Hyacinth, she's your wife's ancestor." "It would've been the first such marriage. Other
She was even more forceful than that night at the dinner table it seemed and I couldn't quite get a grasp of her. My magic by rights should be stronger than hers no matter what she was made up of, so why can't I get by whatever protective shield she'd wrapped around herself? I tried again to push through and was stopped once more. Then I felt her here, the only one who has ever been true to me and welcomed her gladly. Though she'd been told to stay hidden under cover of night, her powers added to mine should be more than enough to withstand whatever power the fairy was using to protect herself. I called forth the hag as I kept my eyes on the fairy, only now questioning whether it was Lucien protecting her. Too late, I'm already here and she's so close, just within my reach. Even if he hates me for destroying her at least his heart will be broken; like mine. "Here princess take this!" The hag held out what looked like a shield shattering sphere. I reached for it
I no longer care about the outcome. I'm no longer worried what might happen to me if I were to be found out. There was only one thing on my mind and that was getting rid of her and to seek revenge. The hag, who until now I'd believed had come to me out of our shared dislike and disdain for the union between Lucien and the fairy had waited until now to tell me the whole truth. A truth that until now had been hidden from me; the truth about my parents' deaths, about why they had to die. The hate I'd felt before paled in comparison to the rage filled hate that now burned in my bosom. I'd spent the whole of the next day after that ill fated dinner reliving the words she'd whispered in my ear as the mix of emotions I already felt grew into something darker, much-much darker. Now for the first time in my life my mind was filled with something more than winning Lucien's heart. Now I have even more reason to hate her and her kind and what this union represents.
I'm hiding out from the monster. I'm literally peeking around the side of buildings and hiding in the bushes so I can get some peace and quiet. How do I get myself into these situations? And why are all of my many identities getting more and more scandalous? After living as a fairy my whole life, being a most fair and dainty being, it boggles my mind how all of my other personalities can be so very different. And this last one seems to be even worst than the nymph, which seems rather preposterous. She's the only part of me I'm not too familiar with, my elf-lady. I've only just gotten used to my nymph here in the last year or so when she started making a regular appearance, so her, I'm kind of getting a handle on. But my elf never really makes an appearance. Since I've spent so many hundreds of years in the earthly realm she's never really had reason to materialize since she seems to only show herself to immortal royalty and the elders of our people, so her I am