(From Bad To Worst.)Jatray came into the Fast-Food restaurant. The line wasn't long but the facility was full of people sheltering from the rain.The rain had fallen earlier, stopped, then in the night began to fall again. She checked her watch, it was after nine p.m.Jatray was hungry and she decided she would go to the diner not far from the hotel. She joined the line, standing behind an indecisive teenager who looked up at the flashing menu board over the serving counter, with the expression that she wasn't sure which meal to order.Across the room a man was getting ice at the juice machine, then he moved his hand over to the choices of drinks and settled on filling his cup with Pepsi.The glass of the restaurant ran from floor to ceiling. The view of the outside was foggy, due to the high air conditioning on the inside and the rain pelting on the outside. A child stood on the seat and traced a heart into the thick glass.Plastic booths were all around the room, some empty becaus
(Goblin Land.)As they went deeper down the steps, the dirt over their heads became higher until it was towering over them. Before them were mazes of tunnels, like many subway tracks going around the city.“Where do all these tunnels lead?”Opal asked.“Just about everywhere. There is even a tunnel that magically opens in separate locations across the world. That is how Goblins travel, not by air or sea, but by tunnels.”“They will find us with magic.”Buttercup grumbled behind them, filled with anxiety she bit her nails.“The soil is the uterus of the earth, it incubates and shields anything within it. No magic can infiltrate it. Anything beneath the soil is concealed, never exposed unless it goes up above ground level."Buttercup felt more at ease after hearing this.“Goblins all died out." Moonstruck whispered, remembering the stories she was told as a child, where nothing of this magical tribe still lives. Buttercup also recalls the well-known tales.“Some of us survived the Great
(Behind these walls.)The car pulled up at the manor, secluded in England's rich countryside.Jatray got out of the black Ferrari and walked over the short, brick bridge, that the water gossiped beneath. She hurried up the brief, narrow trail towards the house and as she came closer, the front door opened.Cattles of cows stamped across the fenced pasture, pausing occasionally to nibble and chew grass in their cuds. She saw Mark running his hands down the body of a calf, he patted the spotted black and white skin and spoke low to the obedient animal.Mark didn't turn to look at her.None of her servants tried to get close to her, they just performed their duties."Good morning Madam."Kimmy said, taking Jatray's coat. Kimmy was a youthful-looking vampire that was shy and modest in her maid services. She was the only one who did the cooking and cleaning around the house. It would not have been an easy task with fourteen rooms and bathrooms, but only three rooms were used. Therefore Ki
(First Love.)It is very strange, this thing called love.Moonstruck thought.She looked into his big green eyes and she was sold.They were a week underground. Maverick had given them two houses, Moonstruck shared one with Buttercup. Opal and Doug had one for themselves, three chains down.They quickly learned that they could not just go to see Maverick, he had to summon their presence and he had not done so since the night they had arrived.Moonstruck listened to the gargling sound of the stream, as it was forced down the throats of the rocks. "Raining up above."A voice said."What?""It is raining up top,"He pointed to the arches above their heads with a long stick that strings contorted around. A sack was held in place around his neck, with another loosely tied string."That is why the water is flowing heavier."He smiled and her heart missed a beat, her chest felt the pressure of one going into cardiac arrest."My name is Bruce."He extended his hand to her and she took it, un
(Extraordinary Emotions.)Buttercup thought it was cute the way Moonstruck was sneaking out at nights to hang out with that Goblin boy.She turned into the dug-out hole in the wall that was padded with dried straws, covered with a sheet and fitted with a single pillow. Buttercup had to use a ladder to get into her sleeping quarters and below that, was another bed that Moonstruck occupied. Moonstruck had called it dirt bunk beds.They were shaped like those small tents she saw in the store, that went over and around, but minus the zipper to zip yourself in.Buttercup had listened to Moonstruck as she had slipped from the lower bunk earlier and smiled to herself.Buttercup wondered what it was like to be in love.She feels love for her people, her new friends and that hybrid child, but she had never been in love. Buttercup had not yet met her mate either.******************Buttercup's first partner was not of her own choice, he was the Fairy King's son, Dustin.She wrinkled her nose a
(The Road To Sicily.)Opal, Doug, Moonstruck and Buttercup were seated again at the table in Maverick's house. They had talked for a long time, drank tea and ate pudding.The pudding was a slice of heaven. Cinnamon leaves were boiled in water then strained, spices and prunes were added, the potato mixture was sweetened with honey, everything was combined into one bowl. Then the pudding was baked outside, where the fire coals were beneath the pot and on top of the steel cover.The soft cake was placed before them on broad leaves and had fresh cherries decorating the edges. "So how has your stay been here?"Maverick asked."It was restful."Opal replied, who had slept consistently and worried about none of the problems that exploded ever since she had moved back to Mala. Doug rubbed her stomach some nights ago and swore he felt the child move. His eyes beamed and he rested his head on her tummy and spoke to the baby, all the time massaging her stomach. Soon his hands were teasing betw
(Road Trip.)Where there were four, there are now five.They went down a passage behind Maverick and his two guards. Opal, Doug, Buttercup, Moonstruck and Bruce.It was adorable the way Moonstruck's cheeks had turned crimson as she tried to explain Bruce to the rest of the group, understanding the bond of soulmates, no one had objected.This passage was indeed special, different from all the others. The walls were the soft cushion of what fat looked like in the body, the colour was of white paint falling into a bucket of red and combined into a pale pink. Dirt was beneath their feet but above and around them, was another substance completely. Touching it was like sinking into a luxurious foam mattress.At the end of the tunnel was a dead end. They were sealed in, or so they thought, until Maverick touched the wall and spoke to it."Grant access to Sicily."He said.The structure began to melt away unsystematically, like fire put to plastic. Once there was enough space, Maverick turned
(An Evening Out.)Buttercup was emotionally afraid, but mentally fearless.You never knew you were lonely until you found somewhere that you belonged. She belonged with her friends.They had rented rooms in The Grand Hotel Piazza Borsa, bought new clothes and were all getting ready to eat out.Buttercup walked the red carpet hallway, admiring the art on the walls and in the ceilings. She met her friends in an area where the sky could be seen from the roof of a square glass.She saw them sitting in the chairs around the fountain."Ready Everyone?"Doug said, as soon as she had arrived.He had on a short sleeve shirt, so white that his skin appeared even darker and a white pair of pants over black leather sandals."Yes. Where should we go?"Moonstruck asked, wearing a pleated black skirt and a ruffled front, orange blouse, her black pantyhose slipped into flat shoes."Let's take a walk and decide where to dine from there."Opal answered. She looked wonderful in cream dress pants, a zipp
(A New Story.) The consequence of fiddling with time is that it alters the trajectory of events. If I had not caused an earthquake that loosened the temple walls, the stone tablets would never have slipped through the cracks and floated on the waters of an underground source that led them from Sicily to the sea. The Priest were all Immortal Spirits, that were rejected by heaven because they were not pure enough and rejected by hell because they were not evil enough. They lived in limbo, between the realms of the afterlife and guarded the treasure of the Immortals. Like a safety deposit box, Immortals took to them the things they could not keep and could not let go of. In order to preserve her records of a past she could not bear to part with, Jatray had brought her stone tablets to the Priest. Trusting that whatever it was the Priest would not be tempted to look inside and uncover what was there. Priest bowed to no-one but to the Creator and Medusa. She was their queen,
(A New Sunrise.) "It is outrageous that you aim those weapons at me!" Jatray was adamant. She had watched as the Goblin boy had taken the Hybrid into the safety of the house. All was lost now. She contemplated. Izzy, the hybrid, Simeon, all because of the damn pregnant Vampire. Her mind screamed. Doug's back was towards Jatray being held captive by her own soilders. The Council cared not about his group anymore. The real threat was Jatray. Her hatred was the ultimate sin against life, nearly wiping out an entire specie. Jatray knew she was going to be executed, she had decided that if she was to die, she was taking Opal's baby with her. The fetus was already weak inside the mother and would not survive if she struck it under a newmoon. ****************************** Doug had one hand over Opal's shoulders as they watched Hercules draw back his breath into his body. His body jerked as one who had been shocked and then shaking his head, he sat up. "Is it over?" He
(The Treasured Secrets Of A Hybrid.) Maverick looked around him. There was death everywhere, and it reminded him of the day of the Great War. He laid the hybrid gently on the ground. Then, with a great roar, he lifted himself and pointing to the moon, Maverick began to chant. With both his hands towards the sky, darkness started to spread in the globe of the newmoon. Opal had told him about the effect of a new moon on a hybrid, something he had not known during the Great War. Now that he knew, there was something he could do about it. "That is goblin magic." Jatray said surprised. She hurled a wolf's corpse that she had recently bled to death aside. She wiped her lips and spun around, trying to figure out the source of this powerful craft. "Maverick?" She stated shocked. She had long considered the Goblin King to be dead. Pulling her bow from behind her, Jatray launched an arrow across the battlefield. Maverick went down on one knee after the poisoned tip struck his c
(The Battle.) Opal had again fed and bathed the hybrid. It was a sort of routine now. As Opal went about the house, it was difficult to see only memories of Moonstruck. Her bagpack, her belongings here and there. Bruce went for an early morning jog because he could not bear to touch Moonstruck's blood, while Hercules and Doug did the cleaning up of it. She went back to the hybrid's room and was surprised to see her sitting up in bed, her back supported by the pillows. "Hi." Said Opal, she was taken aback when a response arrived because she had not anticipated one. "Hi." A small voice repeated like an echo. Opal went around the room drawing aside the drapes, opening the windows and letting in fresh air. A few windows had escaped the wolves entrance and the hybrid's room was one of them. The early morning sun was gentle to a vampire, like rubbing essential oils into the skin. It was when the sun had matured in the sky that it felt like their skin was cooking. "If you
(A Day Of Farewells.) Moonstruck's body had been carried home by the wolves. All around them, lightning flashed, thunder roared and Mala wept for the daughter of the soil. Softening the earth with her tears so that the grave would be easy to dig. Lucinda had sent back word with a small wolf, around ten years old, who came through the cornfield in jeans cut off at the knees, a fade brown t'shirt and kinky black hair. The boy's chocolate toned body stood at the door that was left open all night. The sun was coming up on their sorrow, fighting it's way through the drizzling rain. The boy, drenched from head to toe, stared around at the blood in the living room. He saw the occupants of the room with watery eyes of disbelief, turned towards his presence. The group had sat in chairs and had not moved since Moonstruck's body had left the Bloomfield's house. Nothing had been touched, nothing cleaned up and the boy, though young, also felt the blow of this heavy grief. He cle
(Who killed Simeon?) You can tell much about a man by the way he drives a vehicle. Opal thought as Hercules sat behind the steering wheel and turned into the Bloomfield's mansion. He avoided every obstacle along the dirt path, then slowed to wait for a herd of goats to pass. He was a patient man, who took time to navigate his way into and around, your body and your heart. He slowed down when he sensed Opal needed to adjust herself in her seat and she did. He was an observant lover, who will take the time to give you what you needed. Opal could decipher that he was the type of man, who took pleasure in your pleasure. "Buttercup didn't stand a chance." Opal chuckled and addressed him. "What?" He spoke as he passed through the plantation's open gate. The hybrid was between Doug and Opal, the poor thing slept with her head resting on Opal's lap the entire way from the airport. Doug was dozing off on the other side of the back seat. Bruce was asleep in the front sea
(Declaration Of War.) Buttercup and Annex had put together a simple yet spendid gown. The shoulders of it was a thin string of white pearls that ran down into a square neckline of white lilly of the valley petals. Following that, white Cosmo flower petals extended from the waist. Cosmo petals also constructed a long trail sprinlkled with the yellow, seed belly of the plant. In Fairyland it was good luck and tradition to line the trail of a wedding dress with pollen. It represented conception within the family and marital prosperity. Wherever the bride went, a new generation of the flowers would spring and prosper in its species. Buttercup stood beside her Mother, who was wiping tears from her eyes and her Father had his chest puffed up because he had produced such a beautiful bride. ******************************* The venue was Sparkle Cave and on one side stood the young man's large family, on the other, stood Annex much smaller group of family members. Sparkle Cave was na
(Stolen Treasure.)Jatray fed Izzy soup while she sat up in bed.She brushed the pink hair from her forehead and stared into those brown eyes reminiscing on nothing but pain.There was nolonger a fire there.The spunk of the woman extinguished to ashes.Some people skip past the years of childhood and pre-adolosence. Leaping over each hurdle and embracing life with a positive, joyful bliss.There are some, however, who have knocked so many hurdles over, stumbling through the stages of growth. Some will rise and pick themselves up, while others will let their mind sit in the heap of their fall.In Izzy's eyes, Jatray saw that she had lost the strength to fight and she was spreading her bed in that mind of hers, to lie permanently beneath the sheets of her suffering."Don't get comfortable there Izzy. It will make you forever distrustful and bitter."Jatray said to her. Izzy turned her head to the side and silent tears rolled down her dark cheeks.Jatray placed the bowl in the tray. L
(The Rescue.) The once refined and sophisticated living room was demolished. Curtains ripped, slashed by knives and splashed with blood. Chairs and sofas overrturned, the fighting went on for far too long. Doug grabbed the foot of the piano with one hand and slammed it into Nathan, who was coming at him swiftly with a knife. Broken glass pierced Nathan's skin as he was hurled through the window. Opal had somehow snatched the woman with the chicken by her bloody apron. She reeled her in like a YoYo, turned her around and sent her fangs deep into the neck. It felt so satisfying, the thrill of letting out all she had pent up inside. The rush of fury for all the disruption in her life. The tortures she had done nothing to deserve. She drank the fresh blood, straight from a beating pulse. The woman's heartbeat slow down and just like the chicken, she convulsed in Opal's hand. "It is not enough!" Opal screamed into the room. Her rage building. Her Father bei