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Faery What The Fu Ch 02

Faery What The Fu Ch 02

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The shop wasn't that big and I had gone creative and inventive so that I could have more treasures displayed. (I also had a huge photo album style book that showed some of the things I simply didn't have the space to shoe horn into the shop. People did often look through that book and place orders. But it wasn't as instantly vivid and immediate.) I had one of a kind skirts and shawls and blankets hung from the ceiling or spread out against the walls. There were dozens of skinny little many shelved floor to ceiling bookcases tucked everywhere. The effect was exactly like packing 100 pounds of something into a ten pound bag. Most people stopped dead in their tracks the first time they came to my place. You walked through the front door and got slammed by sensory overload with all the color and the different eye catching crafts I'd managed to cram in.

But this wasn't a typical tourist. And it wasn't one of my neighbors. So the whole pause thing was trying to give me a panic attack!

I fought to get my breathing and my heart rate back to normal. I knew the nasty rank smell of fear sweat probably wouldn't give me away. I just hated smelling it on myself even more then I hated smelling it on others. Even breathing through my nose I swear that smell coats my tongue and throat. It always makes me want to throw up.

I reminded myself that it was day time and almost two weeks until the next full moon so I could at least cross two very scarey Others off my list. That still left a lot of lee way. And if this Other was a magic user...

I should probably explain this small little strange thing about myself.

I "see" Others.

I had an imaginary friend when I was ten. I know that's a little old for having an imaginary friend. I knew it even then so I never talked about her. She was a wood sprite. I figured that out years later. She lived in my favorite tree down near the small lake that was part of my family's property.

We had just moved to boondocks Plymouth and there wasn't any one close enough to play with. I would take a book and scramble up into that lovely, easy limbed tree. I loved to read and watch the little lake below me. I wanted to be an actress and I would read out loud. One day a soft little voice demanded that I "read that part again please!"

I looked up to see a tiny little girl with her legs crossed under the fat tree limb, just like mine were, frowning fiercely at the book I held.

"That doesn't make sense!" She complained.

"I know! Isn't it annoying?"

I was still just a child, even though I was reading books that high school kids tried to avoid. The fact that my curious new friend had apparently appeared out of thin air and had skin and curly soft hair the color of tender new spring sprouts didn't bother me.

She was the first Other I met. She was just a child herself, even if she was actually older in real years then any one I knew. We were friends until the hours we spent together became dangerous. For me, not her.

"I can't come any more katt. You shouldn't be able to see me. I know you wouldn't ever hurt us but big people are so stupid. I didn't think you'd even hear me that first time but I was so mad about that dumb poem. I won't forget you katt."

And I never saw my wonderful friend again.

I thought for years after that I must have just been dreaming. Because sometimes I'd fall asleep cradled in the limbs of that tree. And I have always dreamed fantastic.

But then when I was seventeen, on Halloween night, I "saw" a Vampire.

It was the first time I had ever really drank enough to be drunk and I told myself it was just that. I was drunk and I was having some sort of alcohol delirium thing.

But I have seen enough Others since that second time to know that what I see is true. And it's real.

I haven't seen many Others. They are probably this world's smallest minority.

I have seen three Vampires, two shifters, and one other wood sprite.

I don't know why I see them. I don't understand what gave me this talent. I'm not all that out of ordinary special in other ways. I'll admit I do hear a fair bit better then most people. And I can usually "sense" who is coming into my store if it's someone I know.

But I'm not magical as far as I can tell. I'm no one to write stories about. I will admit that being able to "see" what I can is a little something. Hearing better and quicker then dogs do, maybe that's a little something too. But I don't have magic. I can't do anything cool or wicked unusual.

I wish I knew who my father was. Because that something something not "normal" came from him. My birth mother is about as mundane as you can get. But she doesn't know what I need to know. That or she isn't telling me.

I'd love to know just who the hell and what the hell I am.

But right now all I want is for this Other to come into view from where he's hidden by that fucking bookcase! Because he's taking way too long of a pause and I'm about four seconds away from going out through the really expansive window behind me. And even though I do kinda sorta heal quicker then most people it's still going to hurt like a bitch if I have to take that route.

"Hello? I was told that you accept crafts on commission?"

I'm gaping at him and trying to close my mouth but he's got some "serious" glamor going on. I am a damn good business woman but gods above and below he's really drowning me! Suddenly I have this insane urge to suggest he tone his act down because humans aren't ever THAT pretty. Not even the super models that no one really believes are actually human. And then I get it and mentally smack myself. (Give me a break. It's not like I have a huge amount of experience with Others.) It's not glamor. Fuck knows what he looks like to humans that can't "see" Others because I'm not seeing what they would. What I am seeing is what he is. I'm seeing the real him.

And where the hell did I "go" that suddenly he's just there in front of my counter?

He sets a box down in front of me and I can't think of anything else to do but peer down into it.

"Candles? You make candles?"

Oh fuck. I hope if he gets offended it will be because he thinks I'm suggesting making candles is not a manly thing. I know I'm acting like a half wit here. And I really, really, really hope he has enough ego that he made himself look super hot to the normal human eye. Humans get stupid around sexy. That would be a good excuse for my moronic behavior.

He gives me a barely there smile.

Oh my gods above and below now I know exactly what he is. He's Sidthe. And I'm not talking low court half breed mongrel here. He's pure Sidthe, high born and bred! What the fuck is he doing walking into my place? And doesn't that just sound like the start to some stupid, racist joke? You know the type-two Pollacks walk into a bar and...But this isn't a joke and there's nothing funny happening here. I don't think I believe in miracles any more. And I KNOW I stopped praying around the same time the ten pm news showed that Hiroshima like fireball engulfing two cars and my entire family, but please God, please, don't let him realize that I "see."

They have never known that I "see." None of the Others that I came upon happen stance after my few short years with my wood sprite ever had a clue. She warned me I must never let them know. She told me they would kill me if they knew what I could "see". Because my "talent" might be a small thing but apparently it's rare as hell. And the Others don't like humans that have my ability.

We were just two little kids. And we were each the other's secret. We didn't ever really talk about serious things. I read my favorite books to her, and we swam together in our lake. We just played together.

We were only kids.

The one time she was ever anything but a giggling, mischievous little minx was on that last day; during our final minutes. Just before she said good bye for ever. She told me that some part of me was Other but she didn't know how much because I was so mostly human. And she couldn't ask questions because it would put me in danger.

"Don't ever let them know katt. You can't. Keep it a secret and stay safe."

And then she said she'd never forget me and was gone. And she never came back.

I all but lived in that fucking tree for months, crying and begging her to come back. But she never did. I was just a kid and I didn't understand why she wouldn't come back. That was my first agony pain. Losing my family was the second.

Why am I thinking about my little green girl and my momma and my brother and that precious little tornado of a nephew when I have an Other standing barely two feet away from my throat?

And then suddenly I'm thinking, do it, just do it. Open your mouth and tell him you know what he is. It will be quick and it probably won't hurt that much. So just God damn do it! End this fucking travesty of a pretend life. This isn't living because you really don't want to live and you're just going through the motions so fucking DO IT!

"That's really beautiful."

The soft voice that cut into my thoughts almost killed me with a stroke or a heart attack. I followed his eyes and I was trapped back in having to stay living.

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"That's her husband, holding their first born child." I told my Other in a dead monotone. "He was killed by a drunk driver three months after Nathan was born. It's not for sale. Mostly she paints nature scenes. Over there..." I waved my hand up behind my head to indicate the half dozen framed pictures lined up behind me.

"They're amazing. I bet you sell a lot of her work."

I looked at him and all I could think was I hate you. I hate you so much. Damn you to my hell or any of the "Other" hells for reminding me about Hannah and all the other people that my store helps. I just want to sleep and be with my family again. Why can't I have that?

"Do you think you'd have any interest in my candles?"

I'd forgotten all about the box still sitting mid center on my counter. I couldn't think of any thing else to do, but be a shop owner.

So I pulled the flaps open and peered in.

"My God, these are beautiful!"

He had them piled in carelessly. But I knew from the first look that they were made with Other magic and I wanted so badly to ask him how did he do it?

I pulled them out one after another and thought, I don't want to sell these. I want to own them!

They were other worldly exquisite. I don't know how else to describe them. I knew people buying them would just see a Master craft man's skill but these things were magical!

Oh shit. Magical? Good or bad?

And hey apparently I had one other weird not human talent. Because while running my fingers up and down the beautiful wax creations I knew that there were no evil or ill intentions embedded into any of these works of art.

And suddenly I wanted to know so badly! I wanted to know every thing about this Sidthe. What was he doing in my world and why was he in my store looking to sell these beautiful tidbits of Other world magic? If he would have just told me everything, he could have killed me a second after and I'd have died wearing a smile.

Then that cursed little fuck of a bell tingled.

Back to reality with a painful jar.

"Hey, Hannah! Where's Nathan?"

The tiny five foot two, eyes of blue thin little waif smiled at me.

"My sister is here, remember? She's watching him."

"Oh yeah, I remember. You're gonna bring her by before she leaves, right."

Hannah gave me that whisper of an almost smile that breaks my heart every time and nodded.

"I want to take her out to dinner so I was wondering..."

"Oh damn I have the books in the house, but I was going over them this morning and I know what I owe you sweetie."

I gave it to her in cash. It almost wiped out my register but it wasn't like I'd have that many more customers today.

"You really didn't owe her anything, did you?"

I had forgotten for a few minutes about my Sidthe Faery.

I considered getting defensive and Irish for a second but decided not to bother.

"Nope. Not a penny."

"You have a beautiful heart."

No no no I wasn't going there. If I couldn't manage to have a human relationship I sure as shit wasn't gonna try to get one going with a high court Sidthe. I might often be stupid but I'm not a total idiot.

Not that I actually thought he was trying to start anything.

So I just shrugged casually. "Do unto others, etc etc. I have out of town customers who stop by here just to check out Hanna's new paintings. A lot of times they buy other things as well. It's simply good business."

"Of course."

No attacking the Faery dude. Even if he is proving to be one annoying son of a bitch I snarled to myself.

"I want the candles." I said abruptly. "How do we price them?"

We worked that out and he even helped me find little niches to tuck them in.

"So how do I get the checks to you? Because these candles are totally gonna sell. Do you want me to mail them to you?"

He was almost out the door but he paused for a moment.

"I just bought a house here in town. I'll stop by for them."

And then he was gone and I managed to wait about twenty seconds before I shrieked.

"No no bloody fucking hell no!" I howled. "What did I do to deserve this? I haven't been dished out enough shit in my life? I can't have an Other living right here in my no horse town! I'm not that good of an actress. He's gonna figure out that I know what he is!"

I slumped to the floor, shaking and trying to fight back the tears.

"I don't want to go." I whispered brokenly to my beautiful, silent little nest. "Oh my God. I really don't."

I couldn't make myself get up. I just didn't have the strength. No one was likely to come by for at least an hour or two anyhow so it really didn't matter.

I had realized something shattering when he said that he was living here.

This little town had become my home.

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"But if he finds out, he'll kill me." I whimpered.

I didn't get up from the floor until it was time to lock the doors. No one else had dropped by so no one saw me curled up and quietly crying. I held off on the bawling as long as I could but I hadn't figured out any brilliant solutions. And the facts were trying to break what little heart I still had left.

I was going to have to leave.

If I tried to stay he would eventually realize that I knew what he was. My little green girl had told me to never let "them" know.

What ever Other powers I maybe had didn't seem to include any thing that would help me defend myself against a high court Sidthe. And I wasn't about to do anything that would put my adopted home in danger. Over kill and magical powers, gods above and below! I could picture this whole place turned into a smoking crater that would confuse the authorities for decades. That wasn't going to happen.

All I could do to prevent that was to leave.

I'd deed the whole damn place to Hannah probably. She was my favorite. And she'd do a good job taking care of our town for me.

Once I got everything locked down I went into my half of the duplex and started to think about dinner. Then I decided fuck it. This is my last night here and I'm not hungry. I'm going across the street to Michael's bar. Tonight I'm drinking my dinner! And if I slam them down like vodka's water, what does it matter any more? There not gonna be time for small town gossip to start up.

I bit my lip hard. I am NOT crying anymore damn it, and glared at my image in the mirror. Suck it up bitch, I snarled, tears are not allowed now.

It was a Tuesday night and so the bar was as quiet as I'd expected it would be.

I wanted desperately to just tell Michael to leave the vodka bottle with me but I couldn't. Even if I was gonna be gone tomorrow I just couldn't. But I did tell him after the second one "stop watering down my drinks honey, please." He looked into my eyes and saw that I didn't want to talk about any thing. Opened his mouth, then closed it. And the next drink was strong enough to burn my throat.

By midnight I'd had enough and was thinking how grateful I was that I just had to cross the street to get home. I swiveled around on my bar stool to double check that it wasn't raining yet and saw him.

My Sidthe was here.

And I was drunker then hell.

I wondered what it was that he was drinking. Then I decided that yeah the votes are in and I AM a complete moron. What's that thing about God protects little children and...was it idiots?I hope the second group that he protects is idiots like myself. Because why the fuck am I wondering what he's drinking?

Actually that's easily answered. I wasn't all that sure that I still knew how to walk!

And the whole running for my life idea sounded like it would be a lot harder if I couldn't even get the walk thing working for me.

I whirled back to the bar on my stool, and whoa head rush! "Hey, Mich..."

Oh God. Please, please no. I don't even know when I figured this out but I really don't want to die.

Michael is standing there frozen in place, half bent over trying to grab the glass he must have fumbled and dropped.

There's another guy caught in the middle of a curse, regulation length away from the dart board, his playing companion bent double, obviously laughing rudely.

And then there's me and my Sidthe.

He's looking straight at me and I can't read anything in those too, too green to be human eyes.

He pushes his chair back and starts to rise and suddenly the whole walking thing isn't an issue any more because I am off that stool and running out the door. I am moving as fast as I can. Not for home because I don't think human walls or doors will keep him out. I'm running down that short bit of street and into the park. I'm jumping over those stupid ducks, that I will never admit scare me with their aggressive honking for bread.

I'm trying to get to the forest that starts up a dozen feet away from the cement pool the town built up around the natural springs.

If I can get there I'll be safe. I don't know why I'm thinking that but I believe it as much as I have ever believed in anything.

I am running as hard and as fast as I can. The vodka has been flamed out of my system by this terror driven adrenaline rush.

Almost there, almost there, almo...

And then I'm hit from behind and taken down.

I scream as I'm rolling over and over, tangled up in a body that seems to be cradling me even as we roll ass over tea kettle.

I scream desperately to the trees that are just a few feet away, that seem to be swaying and almost bending towards me.

"Help me! Oh God please help me!"

But he drags me away from the trees, to the middle of the park and sits on me, yanking my arms up tight and hard over my head.

"What the fuck are you?" He growls, fingers digging so hard into the bones of my wrists I wait for them to snap and shatter.

"Nothing!" I whimper. "I'm nothing. I'm nobody. I've never told! I won't tell. I'm gonna leave tomorrow." I'm trying not to cry because if I'm about to die I don't want it to happen while I'm crying like a baby. I wish my Irish heathen bitch would kick in. I know she couldn't do much but at least then I'd die calling him every name in the book.

"You're human." He snarls softly.

I have no idea what the right answer to that is so I stay silent.

I am human. But I'm also at least a little Other.

I know that now for sure. I can see it in his eyes.

And I know because the trees wanted to help me. I just didn't get to them before he got to me.

"I am not going back!" He suddenly spits. "So that means you don't leave. Not until I figure out what the hell you are."

I buck up against him. I need him off me.

But that proves to be a really bad idea.

He smiles down at me...and oh my gods above and below!

"I took you down." He whispers the words into my ear. Suddenly he's lying full length on top of me, still holding my wrists in a brutal grip.

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