Revelation

Donna Fernstrom
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Other titles by Donna Fernstrom
Worldwalkers Universe Series
Sorrows: Book One of The Rogue Saga
Decision (short story)
Secrets (short story)
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Revelation
Self-published by Donna Fernstrom.
Printing History
First Printed in the anthology, 'Fresh Blood: The Vampire Writers Support Group Anthology Volume 1,'
2013.
Second Edition, 2015
Copyright © 2012 by Donna Michele Fernstrom
Cover art by Marika Kraukle
Formatting by Marcus Fernstrom
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Introduction
Revelation was the first Worldwalkers Universe story I ever wrote. This short
piece is a snapshot; a scene that offers a glimpse into the complex world of the
Worldwalkers. It first appeared in 'Fresh Blood: The Vampire Writers Support Group
Anthology Volume 1.'

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"So, what's with this underground fae community I keep hearing about?" Regina
Langford lounged comfortably in a La-Z-Boy, can of soda in hand. Her long, mousy
brown hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail, and carefully plucked eyebrows twitched
quizzically in a somewhat severe, sharply boned face. Intelligent dark eyes of
indeterminate color studied the man before her with affectionate amusement. She seemed
under-dressed in her like-new blue jeans and long-sleeved t-shirt, which sported a decal
declaring 'Save the Whales! We're running out of oil, and might need them some day!'
circling a cartoon graphic of a happily sporting orca. A business suit, or high fashion
blouse and short skirt, would have looked more natural on her.
Gabriel smiled, eyes sparkling with excitement. "Well, it seems this is a magicusing Variant, after all!” he announced with animation. “They're just all in hiding. Not
just in and amongst the mundanes mind you, but hiding actual complete communities,
towns, buildings, forests, you name it! It's very organized, regulated, and, well... big!
Delightfully unexpected, finding something like this here, at this stage of the game. Does
present some complications, though."
Gabriel Mantano ran a hand through his coarse mop of black hair, adjusting the
pair of round glasses perched on his square-jawed, stubbled face. He was in fine "Dr.
Gabriel" form this evening, accentuating his words with expansive gestures, relating the
new discoveries with a tone of genuine excitement; the sort of irresistible enthusiasm that
left no room for the idea that anyone listening might... possibly... not feel that these were
the most important facts in the universe at this moment. His muscular but slender form
carried the faded blue jeans and fraying black t-shirt (decal far too worn to make out what
it had once depicted) quite naturally, and he would have looked at home on the prow of a
Greenpeace boat, or scrambling through a jungle in search of some previously
unresearched species of rodent.
"I can imagine. What have we got going here on the myth front?" Regina asked,
sipping her soda.
Gabriel stared into space, eyes unfocused in thought, flopping down onto the
nearby overstuffed couched, melding into the faded navy blue corduroy upholstery.
"Well, more than that... it seems this fae community is hiding all manner of
creatures constructed by magic, and something like vampires, too. Some sort of biomagical organism that brings the dead back. Seems they're considered fae under the
community's laws, so they're not being hunted down randomly or that sort of thing. Have
some reputation and legal issues, though. It's an in for us, if we want to go that route.
Mark tried to track some of them down, and have a look. He had a lot of trouble finding
'em. There's a whole lot of cloaking over the regions where the fae community's hiding.
He finally got a look after about three days, though. He says there's not much point in
making contact with them right now. We can't pull off blending in around them, and they
don't seem integrated enough into fae culture to make it worthwhile to introduce
ourselves." He grinned. "We might be able to impersonate them within the general fae
society, however, so long as they don't get to compare us side by side, or look too closely.
It really looks like that might be the best way to go, because we can't get in as normal
human folk. They call non-fae "ephemerals." Their whole society is set up to exclude
them, with very, very few exceptions. We can't pass for fae; we can't fake their type of
magic. So, we'll have to play Dracula, I guess."
Regina noted that he looked excited by the prospect. "I don't suppose it occurred

to anyone that we might be better off leaving them alone, here?” she asked. “I mean, we
have been here a while. There are some Circles here now that really may not want to have
to leave, if things go sour. Mucking around with folks who might uncover us and take an
exception to our lifestyle may not be the wisest course of action."
Gabriel pouted. "Oh, come on. This is fascinating. We have got to learn more. We
can't just pretend they're not there, now that we know about them. Think how much we
can learn! Even things that we might be able to adapt and use. You know there's always a
risk on a new world of finding something hidden, even after we've been here for a while.
The colony Circles know it, too. Granted, some of the folks who've come here lately were
looking for a quiet place, and on the surface, it's really quiet here. Very ordinary, and a
bit boring, I guess.”
He shook his head. “If we decide to hide now, we're still going to have to deal
with them eventually. We're in an information-age technological culture, and you know
where those almost always head. We couldn't hide here forever, from the mundanes.
There's no way we could hide from these fae folk, in the long run. We'd be better off
finding out what they are all about first, so we can gauge what their reaction might be
when we're discovered. We might even wind up being better off introducing ourselves to
them. It's always better if we can pick that moment, rather than going through all the
embarrassment of being discovered accidentally. People get paranoid when they have to
dig you out of hiding, you know."
"You do have a point, I suppose. Let me guess; you want to go in, and find out all
about them. Got a team setting up?" Regina eyed him knowingly.
He grinned, chuckling. "Of course! Yeah, there are some folks setting up a team,
and yes, I want in, if..." his lips turned down as he met her eyes, expression pleading.
"You coming along, 'Gina?"
Regina noted that the dog she'd had as a child had used that expression on her
when particularly savory foods had been served at dinnertime. She snorted, her
expression softening.
"You know I will. Wouldn't miss it for the world." She smiled, mentally sighing.
Here we go again. She put down the soda, stretching to work the kinks out of her
shoulders. "So, who all is going to be on this team, so far?"
"Well, looks like Sunny's coming, and Lyle, Mitch and Lisa, Edward wants to
come..."
Regina's eyes crinkled in amusement as she listened to him listing off all of the
donors, first.
"...Zach and Ernie,"
Partnered pair, stick together like they're welded, she thought. Never seen them
apart.
"...and, I think Kira, and Jake. Alicia said she might show up after we're
established, and bring a few of her entourage, you know." His lips twisted in slight
irritation. "Maybe she won't."
"Jake? Well, hell... ah, I guess the man's a diplomat, anyhow, I'll give him that
much. Still, it's always a treat trying to figure out what he's been up to when he takes off.

You know he always takes off and doesn't tell anyone where he's going, or who he's been
talking to. Kira's reliable, and she's got a lot of charisma. Alicia, I can live without, too,
but she can pull off 'high society' pretty damned well. I guess I can't complain too much
about the selection. One question, though: if the vampires are going to be playing
vampire, what are the donors supposed to do? Are we going to have to play vampire, too?
Or pretend to be fae? Will they let 'ephemeral' vampire groupies in, or...?" She spread her
hands, pantomiming weighing options.
"Well, I think we figured we just wouldn't explain. I mean, if you're with us, and
clearly know about us, the hope is they just won't ask any questions about you at all. If
we're wrong, things could get interesting, but from the look of it, once you're in fae
community areas, and look like you're supposed to be there, they tend to pretty much
ignore you. We might possibly not even have to play the 'undead vampire' card very
often. It really seems like no one would ever question it. Say you're a vampire, show a bit
of fang if necessary, and they lose interest. Why would someone claim to be a vampire if
they weren't? I think simply looking comfortable, like we belong there, is going to be the
most important thing. Their community is large enough that there are plenty of places
where everyone doesn't know everyone else. The towns aren't huge, but these folk do a
lot of traveling." Gabriel grinned again. "...and how they travel! Magical teleportation,
flying horses, you name it."
Regina's eyes widened, and she grimaced. "Flying horses? You are joking, right?"
"Nope," Gabriel laughed. "They actually ride these things! I kid you not. And they
use them in organized sports, too, some sort of aerial polo." He shook his head, still
chuckling.
A slow smile, one with a bit more enthusiasm, crept across Regina's face. "Okay,
okay... you got me. I admit it. It sounds like fun. Like wandering into a living fairy tale."
Gabriel's lips turned down, his expression suddenly subdued. "The Rael-Shaa are
leaving."
"What? Why?" Regina was startled.
"Werewolves. It's a dangerous curse, here, apparently, and folks who have it are
treated very badly. They're largely disenfranchised by the fae, and it's fairly
understandable why. The wolves just don't want to be caught up in that situation, and
mistaken for weres and killed, because a changed werewolf is aggressive towards people.
Folks are likely to shoot first and ask questions later if they see one of them change. So,
they're clearing out, at least until such time as there's evidence that if they return, they
won't be considered cursed or dangerous. They don't mind hiding out, and they don't
mind mingling, really, but they just won't be put in a situation where they're known, but
their rights are in question. I really don't blame them.” He rubbed at his chin, with a more
serious expression creasing his face.
“You know, we'll be facing the same situation ourselves. It's impossible to predict
how this community will react if we reveal ourselves to them. Part of the problem is that
we are not fae. They have innate talents possessed only by those who carry their
bloodline. Fae tend to produce fae children, but they sometimes crop up in the larger
population as well, due to recessive genes, most likely, and interbreeding. Far more
damning than the fact that we aren't fae, is the fact that we aren't even 'magical,' at least
not to the significant degree they are. Once they figure that out, well, I'm not sure. But

that's what we're going in to try to find out. The way magic works here is not a close
parallel for our psi abilities. We might be able to bluff on a few things, I suppose, but that
will be pretty limited." Gabriel shrugged, letting his head fall back against the couch,
closing his eyes.
Regina smiled again. "I see. Well, maybe we can clear things up for the RaelShaa. But you know how they are. I doubt they mind it too much. It's not quite the same
as uprooting one of our Circles here, with all those broken ties with the local community,
property and personal effects, and people growing attached to the place. The wolves get
pretty attached to their territory, but they've been pretty much living as wolves here,
haven't they? I bet they haven't made too many friends among the human folk, nor
acquired much in the way of possessions. This wasn't the best place for them anyhow. It
still has all the usual problems with hunters and predator conflicts, and wild wolves aren't
that safe.”
“On the other hand,” she continued, “if it turns out that this fae community would
welcome us all with open arms, and accept the Rael-Shaa as citizens, that would be great
for them. There's not too many places we've found where the wolves can meet people
besides us who accept them as they are. Some of them really do enjoy mingling with
folks they're not so familiar with and learning new things, but I don't think many of them
like to do it when they have to hide themselves from the people they get to know. They're
too emotionally sensitive that way, I guess." Regina stood, tossing her empty soda can
into the trash. Crossing the room, she carefully sat down on the sofa beside Gabriel.
"I guess we'll deal with the bulk of it once we get there.” she added. “I imagine
Zach and Ernie are finagling the 'real estate' issues as usual? I have no idea why they
seem to love dealing with housing so much. I've never seen anyone before who could
muster so much enthusiasm and interest after they've seen hundreds of apartments,
houses, and condos. They always seem as excited as if it was their first home purchase."
She laughed.
Gabriel sighed, appearing bonelessly relaxed.
Regina knew that he was acutely aware of her proximity.
"Yep, Zach and Ernie will find us a spiffy pad, par for the course. The tricky part
was getting ahold of some cash. The fae have their own currency, believe it or not. They
don't bother using 'ephemeral money.' Gold standard, too." He pantomimed pulling a slot
machine handle, complete with sound effects for the spinning of the drum. "I'm not even
going to bother to ask how they managed it," he added in an amused tone, lips quirking
back into the familiar smile.
"I hope the decor has a reasonable facsimile of good taste this time. Do you
remember the place with the green and pink wallpaper?" She placed a hand on his
shoulder. "And the matching furniture."
Gabriel paused before replying, his breathing deepening. Although he hadn't
moved, she sensed his rising tension.
"Yes, I haven't been able to forget that, trust me. I actually had bad dreams about
those colors for months afterward." His voice was deeper, breathy and quiet. "It wouldn't
have been so bad if they were... well, pastels," he added, his voice breaking slightly over
the last word.

Regina watched him intently, her own heart beating faster, desire wrapping itself
around her stomach. As if I were the one who was hungry, she mused, embracing the
sensation. Hungry for... what? Contact. A touch. Knowing someone. Is there anything out
there in any world greater than that? When we are so small, why does it seem so very,
very important just to hold on to one other tiny being...? She controlled the desire
carefully, not wanting it to intensify too far into the craving that would draw Gabriel
strongly, and steal his control.
Gabriel sat up with an abrupt movement, turning toward her, his eyes dark and
intense. He placed his hands gently on her shoulders, whispering, "'Gina."
She studied his dilating pupils, and her breathing quickened in anticipation. She
smiled faintly as he visibly reacted to the feelings coursing through her, his breath
catching as his head tilted back, eyes slipping closed again, reveling in the purity of their
shared desire.
Gabriel pulled her close then, arms wrapping gently around her, muscles tense and
hard, resting his head on her shoulder. His warm breath teased her ear, and she felt the
racing of his heart.
"Now. Please, may I feed now?" Gabriel's voice was tight, higher now with strain,
breaking, desperate.
Regina thought she was melting, burning from the inside with the intensity of the
embrace. She interrupted the plea, her own voice breaking, "Yes. Now..."
Gabriel's lips found her throat. It seemed as though the touch was the only
sensation that could possibly exist in the world, hot and wet as his mouth opened, his
tongue pressing down, seeking her pulse.
Tingling warmth shot along Regina's nerves from the point, seeming to outline her
entire nervous system in sensation. Sharp points touched her throat. She felt the reflex
take him, tensing his entire body further as he bit down.
Swirling lights filled her vision, and it was as though she were expanding inside,
as if she were a universe herself, reaching far-flung galaxies, stretching out into the
darkness, seeking... contact. Contact came as an inexorable rush into her mind. Gabriel's
unmistakable personality carried on a wave of intense hunger, flooding through her and
surrounding her thoughts as though they were being heaped in heavy blankets.
Regina stretched mentally, relaxing, embracing the touch, letting it fill her,
reaching every part, opening herself completely. The mental touch softened. The sense of
being overwhelmed vanished as their minds seemed to weld together, then flow into each
other sweetly, thoughts and emotions slipping between them as though they were rare,
exotic drinks poured slowly together to mingle in a single cup.
Pulsing pleasure began. Regina felt the almost electrical shocks of sensation,
piercingly sweet, traveling through her, radiating from the points on her throat through
every part of her being. She felt the hunger. The heat, taste and sensation of her blood
filling Gabriel's mouth; the overwhelming ripple of pleasure as he swallowed. Pleasure in
waves, in time with her pulse, in time with each swallow as he drank, easing the pain of
desire, erasing tension slowly, replacing it with warmth, relaxation, and contentment.
Images from Gabriel's past ran through Regina's mind in patches, fragments of a

story, but the ecstasy was so overwhelming that she could spare no thought to analyze
them. It seemed they were in some place apart, unaware of the physical world, wrapped
around one another. Nothing existed but pleasure, and them. They could have been there
forever, or for no time at all, as the sensation faded out slowly, sinking back down,
releasing, until the moment, she could never quite grasp, when she was once more alone.
The corduroy beneath her, temperature of the air, feeling of warmth in his body,
and shocks through sensitized nerves as Gabriel's mouth left her throat, seemed
unnaturally acute. Yet, they were somehow apart, as though the touch had wrapped her in
a protective layer that let her experience everything without letting it touch her. As
though it were making her complete within herself, and filling in all the gaps in her
armor. Like a scratch-coat over nail polish, Regina thought, with humor.
Gabriel's contentment/relief/joy washed through her comfortably, through their
residual empathic link. It would last for at least a half hour, giving her access to his
emotional and physical reactions, as he normally was able to sense hers.
She pulled back, loosening his grasp, smiling at the openness of his expression, all
masks, for the moment, set aside. A predatory grin stretched her lips across her teeth.
"So," she asked with an eyebrow lifting in challenge, staring intimately into his eyes.
"You wanna play a few hands of Poker?"

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If you would like to read more in the Worldwalkers Universe, check out these additional
titles:
Sorrows (Book One of The Rogue Saga)
Secrets (short story)
Decision (short story)
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About the Author
Born in 1973, and raised in Michigan, Donna Fernstrom has been an avid reader
since early childhood, with a particular fondness for science fiction, fantasy, and horror.
She is also a psionics practitioner, and has been involved with the online energy-worker
community since the early 90s, so she knows when the things she writes about don't
match reality, (but loves to sneak in a bit of reality anyhow). She breeds ball pythons, and
runs a metaphysical business. She is married to a wonderful Swedish man, and has two

children, a son and daughter. She currently lives in a Virginia apartment, while waiting to
become rich enough to own a cow.